Kurourushi seized the moment he froze, sweeping an insect claw toward him with a rush of wind.
Hajime Kashimo hastily raised his arm to block, took another heavy blow to the shoulder, and staggered back beside a broken wall, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The golden light in midair abruptly plunged downward.
Angel landed beside him, a white-gold membrane of light spreading out to block several flying insects and splashes of slime hurtling toward them.
Without a word, she raised her hand and brought the golden light in her palm toward the wound on Kashimo's left arm.
Her fingertips stopped half an inch from the wound.
No. The eggs have already burrowed deep into his flesh and become entangled with his tissues. Forcing purification could undo Hajime Kashimo's Incarnated Vessel state.
She slowly withdrew her hand, her fingertips curling slightly at her side.
She offered no explanation. All she could do was guard the perimeter and deny any more eggs an opening.
Hajime Kashimo caught her movement out of the corner of his eye and immediately understood.
If even Angel can't do anything, I'll have to handle this myself.
Gritting his teeth, he planted the iron staff in the ground and clamped his left hand tightly above the wound on his left arm, forcibly cutting off the blood flow.
Arcs crackled to life at his right fingertips, deep blue-green lightning dancing between his knuckles and casting his profile in a cold, hard light.
Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed his hand against his wound.
Szzzt-!
The sound of scorching flesh erupted amid the explosive crackle of electricity.
Blue-green arcs raced wildly along his blood vessels, charring the eggs writhing beneath his skin and sloughing them off with the ruined blood.
Kashimo let out a muffled groan, veins