The fuse burned out, and in an instant a blast several times louder than gunfire roared out, drowning the shriek; fire burst forth right after, and white gunpowder smoke billowed out.
Lance was shoved hard by the violent recoil, but fortunately, after advancing to Legendary his strength was far greater; his inhuman physique was like a steel‑cast turret, and he brute‑forced it without taking a single step back.
At such close range, the shell's speed was so great it seemed to tear space itself, yet the Screamer Demon actually let out a strange howl as if it had sensed it in advance; its already agile body sharpened a few degrees more—and it dodged.
The Bombs landed where it had just been, veered off and smashed into the nest woven from branches and corpses; neither the arm‑thick branches and vines nor the rotting cadavers managed to stop it in the slightest, and in an instant they were torn apart into utter wreckage.
