The moment it saw the two of them, the Devil Dog was utterly bewildered.
The instant they burst in, it sensed intense malice directed at itself. Yet as a Devil with the ability called "malice perception," it had received no warning whatsoever.
It had no time to think, but a Devil had no need to think in this situation. There was only one choice: kill the enemies before it.
The Devil Dog released its teeth from the woman's abdomen. Its muscles began swelling unnaturally, and it was about to turn into an enormous Devil with lava flowing over its body.
Just then, however, its already rather small brain went completely blank. By the time its awareness returned, its transformation had been interrupted, leaving it in the shape of a large dog again.
"Do it."
Nimrod twisted his wrist. Dark glimmers of various colors immediately appeared over the Devil Dog in his vision. The deepest,
most intense of them was the Devil Dog's Demon Transformation ability.
Undisguised malice appeared on Nimrod's face. After stealing Demon Transformation, his face rapidly turned pitch-black, and demonic scales grew over his body.
Flamelike glimmers swiftly appeared in his hand. He forged them into a Sword of Lava that settled in his palm, as though it were an ability he possessed himself.
Nimrod swung his sword down, filling the surroundings with searing sparks. At some point, Klein had scattered matches around them, and his figure flickered through the flames.
His revolver cocked and loaded with Demon-Hunting Bullets, Klein was already aiming at the Devil Dog from within the flames. With repeated Flaming Jumps, he blocked every possible escape route.
A nervous expression wholly unlike that of a dog appeared on the Devil Dog's face, but it had no intention of fleeing. Two figures were reflected in