He drew the Night Demon Blade.
With a wet squelch, he plunged it into the Aberrant's already limp, powerless wall of flesh and easily carved a long gash through it. Blood poured down in torrents. It had no defenses left whatsoever.
The principle was simple, of course.
No matter how tough its hide was, it was still a flesh construct, and Desire Strike would still affect it. It was like an oversized loli: however strong she might be, as long as you kept working away at her weak spot, she would eventually collapse in tears, becoming a lamb on your chopping block, unable to muster even a scrap of strength.
And so Lynn dismantled its internal defenses without the slightest effort.
He headed deeper along the slimy, twitching corridor.
Boom-
With one kick, Lynn blasted open the door to the Chamber leading to the innermost control area. Toying with his Revolver, he held down his hat with a faint smile and stepped into the First Chamber.
"Found you! Heh!"
By then, the Chamber was already a complete mess. The Flesh Humanoids were all sprawled on the floor in twisted heaps, their faces frozen in (꒪Д꒪) expressions. Their tentacles were still twitching reflexively, and the smell inside the Chamber was so overpowering that it was like venturing into some utterly vile, horrifying place.
No one knew how many things beyond description had happened in this Chamber during that time.
They had originally been sexless, yet had been forcibly made to develop sexes to resist M. Just thinking about it was enough to conjure a visually devastating scene you would never want to see happen in reality.
Like... a long string of interconnected...
The leading Flesh Humanoid murmured in utter devastation, "What... kind of... monster... are you...?"
Lynn crouched in front of