Bullet's decision to take off his Coat of Justice and suit was not wise.
Because inside them was an Emergency Evacuation Space Transfer Device.
When it detected a severe abnormality in the bound target's vital signs, it would automatically activate and transport them near the Star Gate of their current world.
That suit was protective clothing made from "shape-memory alloy."
It could provide excellent physical defense and a certain degree of temperature regulation.
Even if damaged, it could repair itself within a short time.
So it was best to fight while wearing them.
But Bullet had always been reckless and willful; he liked fighting bare-chested.
So he casually stripped off his upper clothes, not caring whether he was cutting off his own escape route.
Now, facing twenty-three Wizard Kings and a floating fortress.
Douglas Bullet had only one thought in his mind.
Fight to the death without retreating!
Have a good fight!
"Current Driving. Fifty Million Volts. Ghost Shark Form!"
He threw back his thick neck, veins bulging, and let out a roar.
The silver lightning around his body erupted explosively, fueled by his surging momentum.
Black-red lightning continually burst through the air.
At the same time.
The skin on Bullet's face, chest, arms, and fists.
Rapidly turned a deep blue with a metallic sheen, while an additional layer of gorgeous cherry-red radiance appeared around his arms.
His eyes erupted with scarlet light condensed entirely from killing intent and fighting spirit.
It was actually his former "Devil Form," only now he called it "Ghost Shark Form."
This was also Bullet's strongest combat stance.
"Wow, that looks terrifying. Could that guy be a demon?"
The "Sixteenth Wizard King," Jester, grinned and teased at the sight.
But Conrad, Edward, and Princia beside him all wore grave expressions.
They could clearly sense just