The densely packed metal gears interlocking beneath his lower body instantly collapsed and exploded forward.
The flesh wrapped around the gears shot out with them, stretching longer and longer.
Like strips of rubber.
The gears spun incessantly like the Blood Drip in Eastern legends, pulled along by the flesh as they charged toward the many walking corpses and the malevolent spirits twisting in the air, condensing from smoke into solid forms.
Screech! Screech! Screech!
The sound of grinding slaughter rang out without end.
Quirk's lower body extended countless strands of sinew like the roots of seaweed. Every taut red strand of flesh was connected to a gear spinning at high speed.
Budiman, standing beside him, looked slightly surprised.
Wasn't this his own move?
How was it any different from turning his arms into tentacles? It even seemed like an enhanced version. With those gears added in, its destructive power had risen by far more than one level.
"Looks like I can't fall behind. I need to come up with some new moves too."
For now, Budiman still did not know why that mysterious person had given them such special powers.
But he had to strengthen himself as quickly as possible. While using those powers to do good, he also had to prepare for bad things that might happen.
"Ghh—!"
The walking corpses that had been making strange movements in time with Ian's incantation were instantly shredded into severed limbs and chunks of flesh, splattering everywhere.
Ian immediately turned around. His hollow black eyes fixed on the group as he opened his pitch-black mouth and let out a hoarse hiss like an enraged cat.
"What the hell are you screaming for?"
"I may not kill the weak, but you look downright evil." Quirk mercilessly swept the gears filling the sky toward