The supply pipe was breached, and the monstrous forms and fungal mats turned into bread and butter.
It was simply a matter of whether they turned into torn bread or toasted bread.
The door to the turbine furnace was right in front of them, and Hector appeared, the spear in his hand shining with boundless light.
"Regretless Extreme Spear!" Hector roared. The spear in his hand was like a meteor from the extreme sky, effortlessly blasting open the several-meter-thick metal hatch. At the same time, he stood in front of the door, pointing his spear at the bread men holding magic sticks and large baguettes.
Many had fallen behind upon arriving here.
But it was enough!
No more endless waves of monstrous forms and fungal mats emerged from the turbine; this was the true lair of the Evil Eye, and those creatures would not enter here out of instinct.
