Clash

The viscous flesh had barely seeped up through the floor when part of it exploded with a boom, spraying a rain of blood at Dunn before he had finished putting on his armor.

Splat, splat, splat! Sizzle, sizzle!

The bloody droplets spattered against Dunn's Golem armor, instantly eating black pits into it.

At almost the same moment, the remaining flesh writhed madly and "grew" into a burly man over two meters tall—the Aurora Order's "Giant."

A crazed smile curled the Giant's lips. He tore off his newly formed left arm, turning it into a blade of fused bone and flesh, then swung it down at Dunn's head, giving his opponent no chance to strike back.

He had learned this powerful Flesh Magic while listening to the Lord's voice as a Listener.

Dunn, who had just finished donning the Steel Golem, seemed to react only then. He hastily formed an invisible shield before him to meet the blade.

Coldness flashed in the Giant's eyes. The instant the blade struck the shield, he detonated the flesh within it!

With a boom, the blade burst apart. The force battered the invisible shield, driving the Steel Armor back several steps before it steadied itself.

But the Steel Armor's attention seemed entirely fixed on the explosion. It failed to notice blood slipping through gaps in its plating and seeping inside.

When the storm of flesh subsided, the Giant licked his lips and laughed with manic delight. "You're finished!"

He stared cruelly at the Steel Armor and clenched his right hand, as though triggering a decisive attack.

Then everything before his eyes shattered like an illusion.

The Giant found himself still embedded in the floor as viscous flesh, about to split off part of himself into a "bomb" to ambush the enemy in Steel Armor. Everything