Bitter Fruit (Thirty-Four)
Huh?
Fu Qian had naturally kept his eyes on Dr. Dorian's trump card the entire time—the new Tool Person he'd pinned all his hopes on.
Yet even after he stopped moving completely, with bugs pouring in and out of his mouth and nose, nothing supernatural happened.
His flesh was even being rapidly assimilated, swelling the swarm as it continued to spread wildly in every direction.
I stand corrected. Compared with Lady Sala, this thing was better suited for studying fluid mechanics.
And it seemed that none of those chosen to be included in the church were ordinary people.
The man in the felt hat, who seemed to have the strongest will to survive and could switch his faith back and forth without a second thought, actually had an extraordinary power of his own.
Without Lord Akons's protection, Cold Mountain Town really did feel like a place where demons ran amok.
Though its form didn't look particularly advanced, Fu Qian could clearly tell through his supernatural perception that this flood he had unleashed represented a deeply malevolent fleshly corruption.
He was immune to distortion after donning the godskin, so it might not be able to do anything to him. But the demons didn't seem to be on the same side.
After the long-haired man, who might have been an outsider, fell, the remaining two were quickly targeted as well.
The swarm seemed intent on sparing no one.
"Get away!"
Faced with such an obvious threat, the head-bowed man finally abandoned his pessimistic pose. He jumped up and grabbed a chair, trying to smash the bugs.
Splut—
He actually managed to crush a few.
It seemed the chair had gained a trace of power from the Holy Sword's recognition.
The instant the chair in his hands hit the ground,