The train seemed to have been infused with life. Just as the Luofu had previously been awakened by Hoolay's power, countless bloody flesh tentacles burst wildly from the train, creating a horrifying sight.
In the next instant, his body suddenly swelled, like a colossal beast awakened by ancient magic.
Silver-white fur grew frantically, like thorns spreading through an endless night, carrying savage power and the struggle of life. Sharp claws tore out, coldly gleaming as though they could shred every obstacle.
A Fictional Historian's most common abilities were blurring history, rewriting the past, stealing colors, and grafting the properties of one substance onto another.
It was said that the God of Mystery had even developed the insane habit of peeping into other worlds, then forcibly importing the rules of those worlds into the real universe.
Forcibly altering real rules into falsehoods that should never have existed in this world.
Ink-black claws slashed through the air, bringing a streak of bloody radiance and a tide of death. Countless tentacles danced like maddened demons as they lunged toward "Robin" and the mechanical aristocrat.
This was an assassination attempt!!
March 7th was practically frozen in place.
She had never seen anything so terrifying. Instinctively, she grabbed her bow, wanting to rush over and help.
But in the next moment, Screwllum raised his hand, and the entire transformation was abruptly brought to an end.
It was as though thousands of years passed in an instant. Within the train, the suddenly grown flesh tentacles immediately turned gray-white, exuding an air of decay...
Then, an invisible force quietly emerged, like invisible shackles that bound him firmly in place. No matter how he struggled, he could not move in the slightest.
Entropy increase, Gravity Field Restraint.
The gentleman whose very body was a supermachine showed not the