CXCVII. King's Device

Joshua realized he could no longer delay.

The final burst.

To kill everyone.

Spiritual bodies swung all the blades, creating a cascade of sparks beneath the wildly spinning gears of his own Arm Armor, an imposing momentum that reached its peak.

The screaming high-frequency weapon, even louder than the torrential rain, tortured everyone's brains with a demonic resonance, and around Joshua a vacuum formed amid the rain and vibrations.

Liszt was dumbfounded, "Does it ever fucking end?"

This guy was on par with Marcus, but without any disabilities, and he wasn't that old either, yet he was somehow even more ferocious.

Joshua stood on the rail tracks, isolated from the rain.

The train couldn't move anyway, so it didn't matter if the track was damaged.

Nine weapons, two incarnations of Joshua, rotated around him, indiscriminately slashing in a high-frequency, explosive whirlwind of sword energy, ravaging in every direction.