The blood-soaked skirt fluttered as Mary, her waist gently encircled by Hachisaku-sama's tentacles, stood atop Lord Hemitrygon, thrusting her machete into the slick and pockmarked flesh of her enemy. The next second, she sensed something and dove into the red mist, retreating a certain distance.
Kamiyagawa's gaze locked onto Hemitrygon, his gun barrel of the Banshee raised high.
"This guy, who knows if you're one Arajin or two... just take a bath in the shelling for me!"
An iron bullet tore through the air.
A humanoid phantom immediately rose up behind Kamiyagawa.
The red armors, gauntlets, and greaves, linked together in plates, formed a seamless whole, with copper engravings on the vambrace lifelike and splendidly majestic.
Under the grand Daibosatsu-style star helmet, two dead cold lights gleamed, commanding with silent intimidation.
Kamiyagawa gestured with one hand in a horizontal slash, pointing towards Lord Hemitrygon.
