When Charles saw Swan's head, half-mechanical and half-flesh, appear before him, a myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind instantly.
The next second, as Charles' mind moved, more than a dozen transparent tentacles rose up beside Swan, rapidly coiling towards him with blazing white electric arcs.
"Clank clank clank~" The sound of mechanical gears churned as one side of Swan's mechanical body extended a cannon barrel and fired directly at the direction of the tentacles.
What spewed out of the cannon barrel wasn't a shell, but a mass that seemed like writhing flesh, as if he had shot out his own internal organs.
As soon as that mass touched Charles' tentacles, it instantly revealed a jagged, blood-soaked maw from within and voraciously devoured those tentacles.
"The great Feast-Goer has granted me power! Power beyond your imagination!!" Swan yelled maniacally, lunging at Charles like a deformed frog.
