"What... did you do?"
Bologue stared at Aimou with a somewhat dazed look. Various negative conditions enveloped him, but the most lethal was the paralysis of nerves and the escape of ether.
"An alchemy warhead prepared specifically for you, I call it the Forbidden Spirit Bullet. As for its effect, you can feel it, right?"
Aimou spoke softly as she walked towards Bologue, the firearm precisely firing shots, repeatedly hitting Bologue's chest, turning him into a sieve.
"The poison contained within can paralyze nerves and will affect the Alchemy Matrix, penetrating to some degree the defense of the Rectangular Soul Critical."
Bologue's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, his heart pounding violently, his breathing becoming rapid as he slowly knelt down, his limbs numb and cold.
"You should know about the Rectangular Soul Critical? Derived from the Alchemy Matrix, it's a defensive mechanism that protects the Condenser's dominion over themselves and their ether.
