Countless Mysterious Powers surged toward the Bronze Armor Statue, one after another landing on it.
But rather than harming it, the countless Mysterious Powers seemed to activate it. The rubies on either side of its serpent head lit up, and it even began to open its mouth ever so slightly, as if it were about to spew the Copper Rust that could rust everything in existence.
"Don't move—"
Just then, the Drunkard shouted in a low voice, "It'll absorb your Mental Power and turn it into energy—"
The people around them were already terrified, and at his words, they all froze.
The Bronze Armor Statue had raised the Drunkard high above its head and was about to smash him into the ground. Its movements suddenly slowed.
It seemed it could absorb only a limited amount of Mental Power at a time, and its activity level was low. Now that it was short on energy, it didn't waste what it had. It merely kept squeezing the sparrow's neck in its right hand, little by little, until the sparrow's face had turned purple.
The bizarre thing was that so many investigators were standing around, including the Red Trench Coat, yet not one of them dared to act.
All they could do was stare blankly at the sparrow in the Bronze Armor Statue's hand, watching as she slowly lost her life.
In her final moments, all she could hear was an endless roar, as if accompanied by countless hallucinations:
"I don't have time for your ridiculous excuses. If you're willing to take the blame, I'll come find you."
"If you're willing to take the blame, can you even handle it?"
Han Su and Miss Crow's words intertwined and repeated, battering her last fragments of consciousness until they became the final thought she had