Although it's a pseudo-concept, Baal has his own ideas.
He stitched a set of Mechanical Magic Dolls into his body.
The same existence, possessing two completely different sources of power: life and non-life.
To some extent, he has developed his power system to the maximum.
But even so, in front of Lette, whose killing intent had arisen, it was still not enough.
Boom!
A thunderous sound erupted, and the four-armed Baal was smashed straight to the ground by a shield, with blood, flesh, and broken gears scattering everywhere.
The concept of strength he so prided himself on did not bring him any enhancement.
As a counterfeit, he was fundamentally incapable of skillfully manipulating power, merely stacking it simply.
And the Crystal Ball on the side also saw the tide turning and attempted to escape through the folding of space.
"Where are you trying to go?"
With one foot on the shield, Lette flicked the blade of Sin Light with his fingers and whispered.
