"Continue!"
The roar resounded, and Bologue suddenly broke into the attack of the First Seat, narrowly avoiding death with Lebius, leaving only the droplets of blood falling to the ground and the stench lingering in the air.
The Great Scythe shone with a bloody light, raised high, as Bologue's entire left arm was sliced off by the scythe blade, casting aside the biting resentment. Then the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid transformed into a Silver Hand, seizing the blade, striking back at the First Seat.
The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was an extension of Bologue's body, as long as he lived, severed limbs were no problem for him.
The glow of Ether shone in Bologue's eyes, yet it also revealed a strange abyssal depth, deep and ferocious, his heart filled with self-generated fury, his mouth baring sharp teeth, emitting a piercing screech as if to tear through the mist.
