Plasma Bombardment

Here it came!

The big boss was finally about to make its entrance.

Sifa could not help feeling a little nervous. He cautiously stepped back a little, both emphasizing Bishop Miller's standing and sparing himself from being the first to face whatever attacked from inside the coffin.

Bishop Miller narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you see?"

Sifa paused, then answered, "A hand. A woman's hand."

The thick-lipped captain of the Mandated Punishers said instead, "I see an evil tentacle covered in slime."

Thinking she had misheard, Hana looked at the two of them. "Really? Why do I see a man's hand? And it looks a lot like Jorik's."

Bishop Miller let out a long breath. "What I see is something covered in black bristles, like a spider's leg. It seems that thing is still affecting our Spirit Bodies and our Mental Bodies."

"In that case, it will most likely emerge in a form that can deceive us. Then..."

Bishop Miller immediately made his decision. "Don't probe it. Use your most powerful, most destructive abilities right away. We'll attack together and try to destroy this evil thing as quickly as possible!"

As expected of someone from the Sailor Pathway. Even a bishop is this hotheaded, this brutal. But I like it. Sifa immediately mobilized his Spirituality and raised his right hand, extending his index finger and lifting his thumb while curling the other fingers inward, forming the shape of a handgun.

He gripped his right wrist with his left hand. At once, the air around him grew scorching hot, its temperature soaring.

Bishop Miller glanced at him.

Such scorching Spirituality. So he really is a Pyromaniac? He made fireballs in the jungle earlier, so that should be right.

Thud!

Another muffled thump came from inside the coffin. This time,