Every Incubi was a master of martial skill among the Drukhari. Even though their bodies had become shadows, their movements remained swift and lethal. At such close range, Amalaga had no time to unleash all-round firepower. He could only watch as the Incubi broke through the flesh wall's barrage and used their broad, deadly klaives to carve apart the thick wall of flesh.
Pale flesh clung to their armor as the Incubi charged fiercely at Amalaga.
Amalaga raised his left hand as well and, with some reluctance, unlocked the binding bone rings around his arm. His arm instantly swelled, forcibly shoving the attacking Incubi away.
The more distant Incubi had more time to react. Before the flesh reached them, they had already prepared themselves, carving out a space amid the nearly endless waves of meat.
Who knew just how much flesh Amalaga had assimilated? His arm had yet to stop expanding, while the muddy chunks of flesh beneath the Incubi's feet rapidly piled up, already swallowing them to the waist.
Amalaga moved through the flesh with astonishing speed and agility. The meat slurry that hindered everyone else was like an extension of his own body to him. He controlled the flesh to propel himself forward, then pointed his still-sealed right hand at the Incubi blocking the tide of meat.
A compressed finger shot forth. Its unimaginable mass gave it immense kinetic force, easily piercing an Incubus's armor before exploding and expanding inside his hollow body, which contained nothing but shadow.
The entire suit of armor was forced apart by the flesh. Amalaga seized control of it in a grotesquely twisted posture, then swung the blade in its hand at the other Incubi.
"You really do have some skills..." Vect remarked. Then his warship began to shudder violently. He glared in