"Drink it all!!!!"
"--?! Tatsumi!"
Everyone stared in astonishment at Tatsumi, who had just been knocked to the ground but had now rejoined the armor.
Even though Honest was right there, about to take his life, a new, mysterious, and malevolent power suddenly arose within him.
"What's going on? Tatsumi— "
Mine looked at Tatsumi's body. The armor was different from its usual silver-white color. In contrast, it had a dull scarlet hue. At the edges of the joints, there were sharp small barbs and scales that she had never seen before.
"I'm afraid this is... Dragon Transformation..."
Najenda looked at the strange armor and couldn't help but feel worried.
It has been said that when the number of times the Demon Incursion possession occurs reaches the body's maximum tolerance, the body will be corrupted by the Danger Beasts dragon within the armor, merging with its soul.
At that point, I will lose consciousness and the ability to judge, and I will slaughter like a killing machine until all the enemies in front of me are dead.
"What did you say..."
As they spoke, Tatsumi awoke. His eyes, encased in armor, had turned a strange amber color, with a faint, dark yellow hue reflecting through the armor. This, combined with the powerful killing intent emanating from his body, made him appear exceptionally eerie.
"You still have the energy?"
Before Honest could finish speaking, an iron fist was already coming at him.
If Tatsumi had been wielding a spear earlier, he wouldn't have been able to reach this distance, but now, almost instantly, Tatsumi's fist was already in front of Honest.
Honest barely caught a glimpse of the swift figure, and tried his best to resist with his elbows, but his punch was sent flying more than ten meters away, and he was slammed heavily against the high wall of the council hall.
An indestructible wall made of diamond was smashed open, and a crack appeared in it.
"Well----..."
Completely unexpected that his opponent possessed such power, Honest was about to look at Tatsumi in front of him when he found that Tatsumi had moved in front of him at high speed and delivered another heavy punch to his abdomen.
"Click--!"
Honest knew very well that it was the sound of ribs cracking. Two ribs weren't much, but his situation was extremely precarious.
Without any expression or hesitation, Tatsumi frantically pounded his fists at Honest.
In his Dragon Transformation form, Tatsumi doesn't use much swordsmanship or spear techniques, instead relying entirely on the dragon's instincts to unleash a barrage of attacks.
However, this singular attack method also gave Honest some breathing room.
After struggling against Tatsumi's hammer blows with both elbows, Honest dodged to the side and then swallowed all the medicine he was carrying.
Tatsumi then threw another punch, blasting a large crater into the diamond wall that already had a crack.
"Very good... that's what makes someone worthy of being my opponent..."
Honest shifted his gaze from Tatsumi to the Night Raid members, lost in thought.
'That madman's actions just now, it seems to be the so-called " Dragon Transformation," then we can use him to harm his teammates!'
Since Tatsumi Dragon Transformation, his incredible speed has made him difficult to lock onto, so all Night Raid members have been hesitant to make any rash moves for fear of injuring Tatsumi.
If Tatsumi can defeat Honest, then they would not hesitate to let the entire Night Raid be wiped out by Tatsumi.
Honest's eyes narrowed, and he flashed behind Najenda.
"What?!"
This scene was clearly unexpected by the members of ' Night Raid '.
Since Najenda had always been the commander of the Night Raid, Honest assumed that she was not often involved in combat and must be the weakest in terms of physical skills.
When she was a general, she used the ' Romantic Artillery Pumpkin' as a sniper. She was indeed good at commanding, but her combat ability was nothing special in the Imperial Capital.
For a woman like this, who had taken a large amount of banned drugs, capturing her would be a piece of cake.
Honest swiftly slipped his arms under Najenda's armpits and lifted Najenda up, raising her like a doll.
"You..."
Knowing that Honest intended to take her hostage, Najenda instinctively kicked Honest's shinbones repeatedly with both feet, but to no avail.
"You beast, let her go!"
Lubbock and Mine roared angrily, raising their right arms simultaneously, 'Thousand Transformations: Cross Tail ' and ' Romantic Artillery: Pumpkin' both poised to fire.
"Try touching me, then."
Honest held Najenda high in front of him, using it as a shield in front of the two Teigu. With the boss as a hostage, Lubbock and Mine could only swallow their anger and slowly lower the Teigu they were carrying on their arms.
"What a despicable guy..."
Unbeknownst to the two, Tatsumi, having missed his target on their flank, had turned around and was attacking Honest again.
And that was Honest's real purpose.
'Since you don't distinguish between friend and foe, how about you tear their leader to pieces along with me?!'
Honest held Najenda firmly, his monstrous strength nearly tearing Najenda's biceps apart.
Tatsumi was also charging towards them. If they didn't do something soon, they would lose their lives here, the group would be leaderless, and the plan would inevitably fail.
Now is undoubtedly the most critical moment.
" The Magatama Manifestation!"
In an instant, a strange light shot out from Najenda's body. At the same time, a beam of light flew by, seemingly using the light as bait, and instantly clung to Najenda's body, causing a violent shockwave.
The tremors spread to the floors above and below, even cracking the walls in the corridors. Everyone experienced prolonged tinnitus and could not make out the situation. When the dust settled, a man standing on auspicious light and holding a long sword appeared.
That was Susanoo, but it didn't seem like the Susanoo usually was.
" Kusanagi Sword... Yata no Kagami... Yasakani no Magatama..."
The massive impact just now wasn't enough to send Honest flying.
However, Honest still managed to pull his hands away from Najenda's armpits.
He knew that if he maintained that posture for even a moment longer, his hands would be severed by the long blade.
Even if the ' Red-Backed Shrike ' cannot damage an inch of skin, it is as easily broken as a reed before this ' Kusanagi Sword '.