The clothes on his body exploded under the eruption of his powerful blood energy, completing his first stage of clothes-bursting.
For Flesh Creatures, clothes were the greatest obstacle to unleashing their strength. True Flesh Creatures always charged naked onto the battlefield!
"Flesh Rampage!"
With a roar, he smashed his fist into the ground.
As he hammered down punch after punch, his body began to swell. Countless blood-red masses of tissue broke through his skin, and torrents of tentacles poured from his body. Within mere seconds, he had lost all semblance of human form, expanding into a fleshy cyst dozens of meters across.
And that was not his limit!
His body kept expanding, like countless cancerous cells constantly dividing to produce more flesh.
In less than thirty seconds.
He had transformed himself through Calamity into a writhing mass of flesh hundreds of meters tall.
Terrifying!
Insane!
[The valves-the valves are gone!]
But how could Lynn possibly forget her? After completing his maximum-output Calamity, he immediately squeezed in a moment to create three to five valves at her location for her to harvest.
Integrity could never be abandoned! Even in a battle of life and death, Lynn was a good young man who would never withhold anyone's wages!
"Bio-Armor!"
That hoarse roar rang out from Lynn's Calamity-transformed body.
Without the slightest hesitation, he poured countless densely packed [Ghost-Faced Screechers] out of his System Space, and his gigantic fleshy body fitted them into place with a clattering rush.
That's right!
This was his greatest assurance in daring to keep raising the stakes!
Individual Ghost-Faced Screechers were not powerful. Even transcendent creatures could easily break free of their influence. But with enough of them, they became an unimaginably powerful weapon!! He had already used over a hundred Ghost-Faced Screechers to knock those seven Saints