Chapter 225: Operation Wolf Slayer. (Part 13)
Crushing someone’s head under his foot felt like stepping on an egg, which ruined the moment for Dante, even if a little. A wave of darkness washed over him the next second, and soon after, he felt a powerful force pulling him forward.
Though he wasn’t trying to resist, he didn’t submit to it either. Even then, he found himself flying at a speed no different from when he was first caught in the hero’s telekinesis. Thinking he was in for another sword strike, Dante tried and failed to shift his posture in the air. 6-1 was far too heavy, allowing very little freedom of movement, let alone acrobatic tricks performed on a whim.
Raven reached out with his right hand, his slightly bent fingers trembling as if he was trying to crush something between them. Giving up a moment later, he raised his arm up then whipped it down, slamming the invisible object on the floor with everything he had.
The rust brown bull crashed into the floor at the same moment, sending a web of cracks spreading through the surroundings. Before he could take in his situation, Dante felt his body being pulled again, rising slowly before slamming into the floor with much greater force than before.
’Damn it...’ He gritted his teeth. ’I can still feel it...’
The impact might have been greatly reduced, but the slight tremor that managed to get past the thick layers of metal still caused the pain coursing through his body to flare.
[I suggest that you make use of Type 6-1’s ability.]
Hearing Volcan’s calm voice, Dante recalled that the rusty brown armor came with a single ability called Force Field. Without a second thought, he gave the mental command to activate it just as he was about to smash into the floor once more.
This time, there was the sound of a crash, but Dante didn’t feel anything, as if he had landed on a soft cushion. Without the blow rattling his brain, preventing him from thinking, he quickly raised his arm and punched the floor. Just moving proved to be difficult in the bulky armor, but with the floor softened from the continuous strike, his fist went through, digging a deep enough hole for him to hold on to.