Qin Siyang's eyelids drooped.
I belong to the [God Eater] Sequence.
[Skill: Blood Chef. Skill description: Allows the digestion of Gods eaten raw, enhancing the user a hundredfold. Cooking doubles the effect.]
Ever since he had put his days in the garbage heap behind him, he had never again felt there was anything special about this Sequence's ability to eat Gods.
Whatever eating Gods could achieve, taking Sequence Potions could achieve as well.
Let alone using this skill in battle.
But today, he felt this skill might just save him.
Qin Siyang's right arm was still buried deep within the thick, fleshy roots, leaving him like a prisoner nailed in place.
Fleshy spikes kept striking at him from every direction.
The pump-like suction coming from his right arm was draining every last drop of blood from his body.
He had to save himself now!
Qin Siyang planted his left leg and sank into a braced stance, dodging three bone spikes aimed straight at his face, then flicked his toes upward. He kicked a broken fleshy spike as large as an ear of corn into the air, sending it straight toward his face.
At the same time, in a gap between defensive movements, he slapped his faceplate open to swallow the remains.
The instant the dark red metal faceplate sprang open, the surrounding miasma flooded into his helmet.
The moment his exposed skin touched the miasma, blisters began to rise, and his skin hissed as it burned.
A blood-red haze rapidly covered his vision. His eyes probably would not hold out much longer either.
But even though opening his faceplate let the vivid red miasma rapidly eat away at his cheeks, and would soon endanger his brain, he could no longer afford to worry about that.
Eating the God's