"Squelch-"
If matter in this expanse of deep space could endure, one would have seen blood surging like a tide from the long, narrow wound between the two fangs of Serpent's Kiss.
Even though the current environment could not produce such a clear sight, it was horrifying enough.
...It was a scene like a mirage.
Blood vessels as enormous as mountain ranges had been deeply severed, and black smoke rose from them, searing like boiling steam.
They spread like ripples on water, worsening the injury under their tremendous impact.
In the blink of an eye, the torn flesh deformed slightly and curled inward.
Feeling the intense pain in its mouth, the Serpent of the Sixth Heaven could not suppress the panic in its eyes—the vessel created by Pāpīyas’s Principle, the tyrannical principle that could crush everything other than itself with power, had failed to work?
But now was not the time to ponder the reason.
Looking down at the tiny thing beneath it, the distorted serpent drew taut like a bowstring amid its hissing. As its muscles exerted force in succession, the flames saturating its entire body erupted like falling asteroids.
Suddenly, the Serpent of the Sixth Heaven reared high once again, casting an unknown shadow.
Roland raised his eyelids slightly, unmoved by the strange sight before him, and lifted his hand again with an inconceivably calm motion.
The next instant, he abruptly swung his arm down.
Had they not witnessed it themselves, no one would have believed that such a simple movement contained unimaginable power.
Suddenly, an invisible, keen light eclipsed everything.
Now that the Serpent of the Sixth Heaven had released every restriction, it cut through the barriers before it with even greater swiftness than Divine Strike.
Infinite scales, flesh and bones capable of crushing universes...and the armor