"Aaaah!!"
A terrified scream rang out. Allen looked up and saw a believer staring at his own chest in horror.
There was a huge opening in his chest, and long hair and flesh were rapidly pouring out of it. In an instant, they formed an arm-an arm growing from his chest!
The arm was corded with muscle, thicker even than his waist. The moment it emerged, it turned as though it had a mind of its own and violently clamped around the believer's neck!
The believer's face instantly turned pale. His eyes bulged, and his mouth gaped like a goldfish thrown ashore.
He struggled to reach a hand toward Allen. "Cap... tain..."
Allen gritted his teeth and vanished from the spot.
The next moment, hair, blood, and a severed arm fell from the air along with him.
The believer dropped to his knees, gasping for breath.
But Allen's hand holding the Folding Knife was trembling.
Fortunately, he and the believers had all advanced to a supernatural rank, giving him just enough strength to fight these monsters.
But the scales of victory had already tipped entirely to one side.
Allen's expression was grim. He knew their side could not win.
It was simple: the enemies they needed to fight were themselves.
Allen looked at his arm. Long black hairs were already growing out of it.
Every time he used spirituality to attack an enemy, the monsters parasitizing his body became active. They fed on flesh and spirituality.
If I use my abilities a few more times, I'll probably become a monster too.
Bitterness filled Allen's heart.
When he followed Elliot to the Sea of the Moon, he had long since prepared himself to die, but he still found such a frustrating death hard to accept.
The other believers were not faring