Achilles seemed to have sensed Hobart's intentions. It struggled with all its might, and the thick black fur spread over its human flesh even faster.
Leonard chanted again, "Then you will know why, while still in your prime, you lie forever in a grave."
Achilles's movements slowed once more.
Having vaulted over the courtyard wall, Hobart put away the Teleport Stone Statue and approached Achilles. He immediately felt a distinct discomfort, as though he could once again hear indescribable whispers by his ears and see the filthiest, most degenerate things in the world.
He used his spirituality to resist the discomfort, then used his cane as a crowbar to pry open part of the flesh on Achilles's back, fully exposing the Black Rib.
Achilles slowly opened its mouth, which had become almost like a bull's! This was bad!
This bastard was about to unleash some Verbal Abuse!
It was already too late to stop it. Hobart prepared to take out the Teleport Stone Statue and move it farther away to reduce the damage from the Words of Corruption.
Just then, a figure leaped past Hobart.
It was Klein! He nimbly dodged Achilles and accurately tossed a stone in his hand into Achilles's mouth. Then, with a fierce kick, he completely pinned Achilles's tongue and mouth shut.
Who said he was timid Klein? He was not timid at all when it mattered!
Hobart whistled. He could only say that having an experienced teammate nearby was truly reassuring.
He tore a strip of cloth from his trench coat and used it to grab the Black Rib.
Even with the cloth between them, Hobart still felt tremendous mental pressure. He exerted force and snapped the Black Rib off Achilles's body.
The instant it came off, Hobart seemed to suddenly find himself on a