Chapter 164 Unimportant

Light God Sect followers feared not death, even as bits of their comrades' corpses continuously fell, they still charged fearlessly toward the top.

Charles, dangling from the cave ceiling with a barrel of gunpowder, was waiting for a certain opportunity.

When the explosions were most intense, he spread his wings and flew toward a distant crevice.

At this point, the colossal flesh Shield Machine was hardly left with any tentacles, its body pocked and cratered from the blasts, blinding sunlight piercing through the wounds. Of its six thick, insect-like legs that supported its body, three had been broken, and although the wounds were still healing, the speed had visibly slowed down.

But to achieve this end, nearly all the Light believers had perished, and only two airships remained, teetering in the sky.

Seeing a hope to ascend to Earth's surface, Charles flapped his flesh wings and charged towards the large hole in the flesh Shield Machine.