Duanmu Huai keenly felt that dealing with Nyarlathotep only after taking care of Cthugya was indeed the right decision.
The surging flames shot out, pouring over Nyarlathotep's body. The fiercely burning flames did not bring death and destruction like the black flames of Predetermined Death. Instead, they were more like the fangs and claws of a beast, greedily biting and tearing at Nyarlathotep's body—and spirit.
"—————!!"
Drenched by the flamethrower of the Titanic Beasts, Nyarlathotep was indescribably disheveled at this moment, roaring furiously from its wide-open mouth. It swung its sharp claws, striking hard at the steel construct before it, but to Duanmu Huai, Nyarlathotep's clawing was far less forceful than the attacks from the Ground-drilling Worms or Cthugya...
This was only natural; any creature that prides itself as "wise" is not good at close-quarters combat.
