When the concentrated energy from dozens of weapons locked onto him, Lackey knew he was fucked.
He knew he was going to die, but he didn't care that much. Death had long since become an inconvenience rather than an ending.
He could always redo it again.
Yet something strange happened.
Just before the storm of energy reached him, Iteration No. 27's black mist Armor suddenly flickered around his body.
The dark substance emerged from nowhere, wrapping itself around him like a living shadow. It lasted only a few seconds, barely a few heartbeats, but it was enough.
The concentrated barrage struck the armour instead of his flesh, and the attack that should have vaporised him was completely blocked.
Yet... The protection came at a cost.
The moment the black armour touched his skin, a searing pain tore through his body. His flesh scorched instantly as if millions of microscopic needles were drilling into every nerve and injecting molten lava!
