"Mother Nature has revealed to us that all things follow their own laws... that all things can communicate..."
Connelly recited the doctrine, his face gradually flushing red, looking very much as though he intended to go on forever.
Out of consideration for their past relationship, Bruce found it hard to interrupt him and could only listen with an expression like he had a toothache.
At the same time, he drew upon his own occult knowledge to make sense of the 'Druid' pathway: 'A Druid is the fusion of "Crimson" and "Chrysalis." It takes from Crimson the growth of all things, and uses Chrysalis to commune with the spirituality of all things, allowing one to command animals. But why does it include flesh-and-blood modification? Something feels off...'
Just as his thoughts began to wander, Connelly's expression suddenly turned exceedingly solemn. "You must understand... nature, too, has its fury. It wields steel as its sword, gunpowder as its furnace, and flesh and blood as its veins!"
Crackle! Pop!
In an instant, his raised right arm burst through his clothes, proliferating and swelling at a frightening speed...
Countless masses of flesh rapidly sprouted, stretching and lengthening like a giant python dancing wildly. Embedded within the mutated right arm were steel components—gears, bearings, pipes...
At first glance, it resembled a raging river fused from machinery and flesh. With a surge of tremendous force, it smashed apart the surrounding walls, wrapped around Bruce, and leaped out of the basement.
"Enemies?"
Bruce's first reaction was that Connelly had discovered their enemies!
He knew full well the power of that arm. Earlier, Connelly had used this very move, sending his flesh arm into a wild frenzy and crushing several pursuing Beyonders outright, leaving them in gruesome states!
Crash!
Countless tentacles spread across the flesh arm, making it