Amid a tremendous roar, surging waves of flame swept outward in every direction. The powerful shock wave hurled rusty iron nails soaked in sewage at everything nearby like bolts fired from powerful crossbows.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Thud, thud, thud!
More than forty monsters fell in swathes, like wheat cut down by a scythe.
William himself lost both legs and one eye in the explosion.
His remaining eye stared at the raven that almost blended into the night sky, brimming with hatred and venom. His roars echoed through the mostly collapsed hall of Ymir Manor.
"Aaaaaah!
I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!"
With every roar, William took a step forward. With every step, the flesh and blood of the monsters on the ground merged into his body. By the time his roaring stopped, William had once again become a creature with two arms, six legs, and a face covered in festering sores. Then he leaped into the air.
He was fast, but Fuginn was faster. A single upward climb widened the distance between them.
Yet mockery appeared in William's eye.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Fleshy sprouts grew from William's sore-covered face one after another. Like whiteheads being squeezed out, they swelled in the wind, becoming white tentacles that reached for Fuginn.
In an instant, they enveloped Fuginn like a net.
Savage cruelty filled William's eye.
He would tear this raven to pieces!
No!
Crushing it would be better!
Little by little, he would crush its muscles, bones, and organs, then swallow it in one mouthful.
How else could he vent the hatred in his heart?
After all, he had spent over a decade accumulating and creating those minions, only for a crate of explosives and iron nails to destroy them.
Even he had nearly been injured.
The more William thought about it,