Bang!!!
A deafening, muffled boom rang out.
The demonic "Blind General" shuddered from head to toe.
His headless body lurched backward, while the countless black arms sprouting from his back began to twitch strangely amid the shockwave's pulsing vibrations.
However...
Gilan's desperate kick had accomplished only that much. It still failed to harm Baldini in the slightest!
Instead, the instant his sole remaining left leg touched Baldini, it was corroded by black-red lightning and reduced to ash by the terrifying recoil!
"Ah!!"
Gilan let out a pained roar.
At that moment, he had completely lost both his legs.
Then his entire body was flung away. He tumbled and crashed down like a broken rag doll, only to be caught by the pull of the spatial vortex, hanging upside down in midair in a miserable state.
"An impressive kick."
Baldini's indifferent voice echoed from all directions.
"Gilan Iros, perhaps throughout all of history, only you have been able to approach an Hour-God as an Apostle and truly strike the Hour-God's physical body..."
"Unfortunately, you do not understand at all what Tier 10 Essence, 'Crown,' truly signifies... I am one of the laws represented by the end of mystery, an authority that governs the world. As part of this world, how could you possibly harm me?"
Baldini's headless body straightened once more.
Then, he heard an exceedingly faint whisper:
"...I won't let you suffer for nothing, Tolina. I promised you that I would make them pay back everything you endured... This is my promise to you, as a man."
"Hm?"
Baldini let out a soft sound of surprise.
He clearly understood that the whisper had come from the black-clad young man, who had lost both legs and was grievously wounded, on the verge of death.
But he did not understand what gave