Before something like this, Old Ding, a First Order, had no power to fight back at all.
The Hooded Night Watcher's Pale Figure lunged at Line-Face with both claws. The instant its claws clamped onto his shoulders, their tips sliced into flesh, releasing a hiss of white smoke.
But he did not move an inch.
The next moment, an immensely powerful aura of pollution erupted from him, so concentrated that the young Night Watchers behind the Hooded Night Watcher immediately began to retch.
The pollution traveled back along the claws and invaded the Pale Figure, forcing its claws to recoil for an instant.
The Hooded Night Watcher's expression darkened completely.
He had fought a Fourth Order during the battle against the Grey Covenant. He considered himself among the best of the Fourth Order, yet the pressure this thing gave him was far beyond what any Fourth Order could compare to.
Line-Face tossed aside the corpse in his hand and took his first step toward him.
"Unfortunately, my Transcendence doesn't fear pollution..."
At the boundary between the Inner City and Outer City, there was another Collapse Pit.
This had originally been Leike's post, but Leike had been seriously injured, so the second Hooded Night Watcher was guarding it alone for now.
This Collapse Pit was especially dangerous. Ghouls had been pouring out without end. He had just killed a massive Chimera and was now crouching beside the pit, looking somewhat haggard.
The flesh on his body was slowly regenerating. His hands, which had once been nothing but stark white bones, were now covered by a thin layer of flesh, making for a rather absurd sight.
He crouched there, staring below.
Just moments ago, the Ghouls that should have been emerging and charging out had suddenly stopped in unison. They all turned