Chapter 18: Clean Up
The moment the snap echoed, the Dharmavitra idol’s countless arms tightened, their grips crushing the necks of every cult member in an instant.
"Burst!~"
"Smash!~"
"Squelch!~"
"Thwack!~"
Heads burst like overripe fruit, blood and bone spraying in a crimson mist, skulls shattering with wet, sickening pops. The S-tier leader, a titan among humanity, was no exception, his head exploded in a gory shower, his mana fizzling out as his body went limp.
The cult guards, enforcers, blessed of every rank, fell as one, their headless corpses collapsing to the warehouse floor in a bloody deluge, limbs twitching like headless chickens, blood pooling in a grotesque lake that lapped at Mika’s boots.
The A-tier also had no chance. As the snap rang out, the Chains he was being held by yanked with merciless force, tearing his limbs from his torso in a spray of blood and sinew.
His arms and legs flew in opposite directions, thudding wetly against the walls, while his head and torso plummeted to the ground, landing with a sickening splat.
Yet his face remained serene, his eyes dull but peaceful, as if death was a release he welcomed. He’d seen true power, glimpsed Mika’s unfathomable strength, and in his final moment, he was content, carrying that truth to his grave.