The dead, their wailing voices, filled heaven and earth with grief.
The dead, their staring eyes, shook the soul.
Under [Dead Gaze], the unprepared Bulweir was dragged into [Fear Illusion]. His body trembled beneath Qin Ran's Powerful I mental assault.
The Torturer protected his believer, keeping him from collapsing under Qin Ran's mental assault and having his head explode.
But the sword Bulweir thrust forward faltered uncontrollably.
Because at that same instant, Qin Ran had activated more than [Dead Gaze].
There was also... [Sword Art: Ten Thousand Snakes]!
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Amid the hissing of ten thousand snakes.
A viper with small horns on its head roared at the moon.
Subjected to another mental check, Bulweir went rigid.
The sharp, icy gleam stopped before Qin Ran's neck, unable to advance another inch.
Qin Ran's toe, however, slammed into Bulweir's lower abdomen.
Thud!
A dull sound rang out, like a blow against cowhide. Bulweir was not sent flying; an unknown, powerful defensive force field protected the high priest.
This did not surprise Qin Ran.
In fact, he would have found it strange if that defense had been absent.
So his second kick followed like a shadow, striking straight ahead.
With that kick, the powerful defensive force field shattered.
Crack!
Amid a sound like breaking glass, Qin Ran delivered kick after kick, each faster and heavier than the last, raining them onto Bulweir's body.
Overlapping afterimages of his legs enveloped Bulweir in a dense, layered barrage.
Crack, crack!
The sound of breaking bones rang out incessantly, but Qin Ran had no intention of stopping. The instant all the afterimages vanished, a razor-sharp blast of force tore through the air.
The crescent-shaped blast swept across Bulweir's body like a guillotine blade.
Splat!
Bulweir's head flew high into the air.
Golden light appeared on