The nightmare's attack was undeniably powerful, sending the flesh and blood of [Primordial Blood] flying.
But its body was simply too enormous. The flesh flying here did nothing to stop the rest of its body from inching forward from behind!
The three nightmares, however, were in terrible shape. They had nearly died in that collision, great chunks of flesh torn from their bodies, leaving them barely alive.
With just a casual sweep from [Primordial Blood], the three nightmares were flung away like worthless trash, completely stripped of their ability to fight.
Elliot gritted his teeth.
Although the nightmares were enormous, fought well, and moved extremely fast, they had a fatal flaw.
They had no special abilities whatsoever and could only rely on their powerful bodies to fight up close.
And that was already fairly good. At least they had long tentacles they could lash out with. Some of those bizarrely shaped Dream Creatures could not even walk in a straight line and struggled just to charge forward.
There was always something incomplete about these strange creatures, and the smaller they were, the more incomplete they became.
The surviving Dream Creatures frantically swallowed the sweet seawater, increasing their numbers.
Their numbers were actually growing quite quickly, but that was nowhere near enough against the constantly writhing [Primordial Blood].
The Dream Creatures that had divided and multiplied over the past few days had only held it back for a moment.
The fleet was still firing, but standing before the Difference Engine, Elliot gradually began to despair.
He could see it clearly on the Difference Engine: the fleet could barely hold [Primordial Blood] back anymore.
After thinking for a moment, Elliot decided to try his ability again.
[Primordial Blood] was the [Vessel] that the [Blood Lord] had prepared for its own descent.
And