A flash of black light.
The moist, slippery tentacle that combined the traits of a python and a leech sliced through the air, and any objects in its crescent attack path—flesh, steel, smoke—were like mere paper before this blow, comparable to a giant axe or an oversized sword blade. Those who reacted not swiftly enough or were not fortunate enough would end up cleaved in two.
With such brute force, it was believed that half a day would suffice to reduce a battleship like the "Advancer" to its components, and not a single crew member would be left intact.
That being said, it was nothing but so.
For Fafnir, armored in "Dendrobium," these things couldn't even be called a threat; at most, they were just oversized flies and mosquitoes. But within the confines of the ship's cabin, she could not use her magic and weapons as she pleased, so she had to rely on the toughness of her flesh to deliver a crushing blow to the adversary.
"You bastard!!!"
