Although that kind of life wasn't bad, for these guys who craved combat deep down, it was still a bit too restricting.
And only in this way could they be the divine's favored servants, reborn after death as... Heroic Spirit Warriors.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!!!"
Gall, despite having the power of the Legendary Peak, was feeling extremely suffocated by this airtight coordination, endless interference, and the strange mycelium's bindings.
He felt like a raging bull trapped in a mire, full of strength but with nowhere to exert it, the mire swallowing his strength and life as he sank deeper.
"Traitor! Get out of my way!"
Extreme anger and humiliation finally caused Gall to explode completely.
He abandoned all defense, recklessly pouring all remaining strength into his weapon, the ice-blue Soul Fire instantly burning to the extreme, even seeping through the helmet's gaps!
"In the name of judgment, purify!!!"
