The heavy warhead hit the bullseye, and Bologue's body uncontrollably leaned backward. Even with the protection of Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid and Iron-Repelling Armor, the gunshot still felt too heavy.
The alchemy warhead seemed to be imbued with the power to penetrate all matter, collapsing layers of metal and exploding a bloody hole in Bologue's chest, where countless blood mists scattered amidst the mangled flesh.
In an instant, the splattering blood mist froze in mid-air, as if time had reversed, they all repositioned, reorganizing the wound.
"He is an Undead!"
Kemp nearly screamed; he recalled the rumor that the Special Operations Group had a Debtor burdened with immortality. He never expected to meet him here, especially in such a manner.
Then he understood Bologue's words; Bologue was unkillable, and the other's attempt to hunt him seemed absurd.
