Bright, pure radiance burst forth from the Sun Avatar, and wisps of green smoke began rising from all across the Black Tulip.
Sounds like ice being dropped into hot oil mingled with the wails of undead and spirit world creatures beneath a sky that seemed to be under direct noon sunlight. Yet Ludwell, whose entire body gave off scorched smoke, seemed to feel no pain at all.
He raised his right hand and extended his palm forward.
With a tearing sound, his body forcibly transformed into a spirit body beneath the purifying light, crossed the distance, and arrived before Klein.
Whoo!
A faint sob slipped into his ears. For a moment, Klein felt his entire body go numb, as though his blood had frozen.
It was as if a wraith had possessed him, slowing even his thoughts. He could only watch as the Admiral of Hell's palm drew closer and closer, quietly awaiting death's arrival.
Feeling his life force draining away, Klein offered no resistance as Ludwell's pale, illusory palm clenched around him, turning him into a thin paper figurine.
Paper Figurine Substitute!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
After two successive gunshots, four bullets bearing Demon-Breaking Marks came at Ludwell from his blind spot. At the same time, Creeping Hunger took on the pure color of sunlight.
Empowered by the noon sky and the Sun Avatar's purifying light, a sacred pillar of light wreathed in golden flames descended from midair and struck the Bronze Door covered in mysterious patterns.
More than half of the strange arms and blue-black vines reaching out from the doorway evaporated, and the already illusory door became much hazier.
The four bullets capable of dispelling a target's mystical defenses struck Ludwell's pale giant hand and passed straight through without surprise. However, through the Spirit Vision he had