Margo let out a cry of agony. His skin melted, and his flesh sizzled and smoked like a steak thrown onto a grill.
Only when Holy Light was about to fade did he recover. Then he abruptly raised both arms and slammed them down onto the deck.
The deck immediately shattered into pieces. Margo fell into the cabin below and quickly rolled aside.
Gritting his teeth, he raised his head. Ice formed beneath his feet once more, while the stench of decay drifted from his fists. He wanted to attack again, to make another attempt, even if that Hunter possessed means or items that severely restrained him.
Because the Admiral of Blood had ordered him to intercept them. If he abandoned the ship and fled, he would have no place left on the seas, and Senor would hunt him down as well.
At that moment, a figure dropped through the breach he had created earlier.
Margo attacked without hesitation. His fist turned blackish-green, carrying the power of decay as it smashed toward the figure.
His fist struck his opponent.
I succeeded?
Margo had not expected it to be so easy, but he immediately realized something was wrong. His fist did not feel as though it had struck a solid body. Instead, it was like thrusting his hand into a burning fireplace, feeling scorching heat.
Of course, ordinary flames could not harm him much. At the same time, he saw clearly that the figure which had jumped down was actually made entirely of pure fire.
Fire Clone!
The Fire Clone Sifa had thrown down immediately spread its arms. As though Margo were an old friend it had not seen in ages, it enthusiastically embraced him. Then sheets of flame erupted, transforming into a towering pillar of fire.
Boom! A hole was