Boom! A dark figure slammed into the ground from high above, sending metal fragments flying!
Even the hard alloy floor caved into a deep crater, a testament to the force of the impact.
"Cough! Cough, cough! This... this is impossible!" Morsy coughed up blood in the crater and struggled to raise his head toward Spartacus, who was still hovering overhead. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Morsy's right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, his armor was in tatters, and wounds covered his entire body.
In particular, a charred gash from an energy blade had nearly cut him in half, exposing his internal organs and leaving him utterly unable to stand.
"Huff... huff..." Spartacus slowly descended and dropped to one knee, panting heavily. He, too, had been wounded in many places. Apart from having no fatal injuries, he had at least as many wounds as Morsy.
The expression on his face was equally complicated.
Should I be thrilled? Yet the feeling of losing control of his body sent chills down his spine.
Should I be afraid? Yet the excitement deep inside him was undeniable.
He no longer had any doubts. He really had encountered an inexplicable mystery, and the mysterious figure who had offered him a contract had indeed fulfilled his promise.
But the price of this power... really was my body, and even my soul...
Recalling the several times he had lost control of himself just moments earlier, Spartacus could only conclude that a demon really had taken control of his soul...
In fact, the Mechanical Insects that had just completed the "possession" naturally had no time for any precise micromanagement. They had not even finished analyzing the Lyonian nervous system.
But with their extensive experience in "enhancing" humanoid life, it was quite simple to turn Spartacus into