No, the Mechanical Holy Spirit is too strong right now.
Hemod's cheeks twitched slightly, energy boiling around him, with fresh red blood seeping from the gaps in his metal armor, only to be devoured by the blood-colored symbols covering it.
His body underwent special changes, with a blood crystal-like bone spur growing from within the metal armor.
His metal armor had been specially adapted, with the metallic plates in the relevant positions already receding, revealing a pair of blood crystal wings extending from his back, silently clutching Kashmir's Spear, as the stinging pain from his palm grew more intense.
Behind the alliance fleet had already spread out; warships on the edge even started to jump away from the scene, totally unprepared to offer much resistance.
The blood-colored lines derived from Kashmir's Spear gradually covered the blood crystal body; a peculiar sense of both weakness and strength intertwined within him, his life force overdrafted.
