Watching his blood gush from his chest, Nomila struggled to control his arm, trying to shove that Dragon Tooth back into the wound. But Jack had apparently been prepared for this. He began reciting a passage in Ancient Hermes:
"This place forbids self-harm!"
Nomila's hand immediately froze, and the loss of life grew increasingly severe. Although 2-031 continuously drained the life force of whoever it was implanted in, in order to draw out more vitality, it would not directly cause the host's death. It even had some life-preserving effects. In the history of the Storm Church, there had been no shortage of predecessors who had used it to keep themselves alive and ultimately outlast their enemies.
But the instant it was removed, Nomila's body, already drained of a massive amount of life force, began to collapse uncontrollably like a candle flickering in the wind. Within the arm-thick hole in his chest, his heartbeats visibly slowed.
"What are you waiting for?" Jack raised an eyebrow. A jet of blood suddenly burst from the gaps in the moss. Nomila could only watch as that large quantity of blood flowed into his body and spread through his limbs and bones.
Those azure eyes slowly closed, and the muscles around his chest began to squirm. When the wound had completely healed, Nomila opened his eyes again. They were no longer sky-blue, but evil pupils like molten metal spheres, radiating searing crimson malice.
"This body is too poor!"
Barbosa's voice came from Nomila's mouth. His tone was savage, with a hint of madness, but Jack merely picked up 2-031 and 1-75 at an unhurried pace and said casually:
"I told you to leave a few ordinary people as backups, but you insisted on killing them all at once. Who can you blame?"
"You never said