Chapter 77: The Silver Meat-Grinder
Three miles east of Patriarch Hennessey's molten crater, the battlefield was completely different.
It was not a chaotic inferno. It was a terrifyingly calm, systematic deconstruction.
Elder Briggins stood in the center of a flattened clearing.
He was no longer wearing his midnight-blue robes.
He had completely surrendered his physical form to his Level 210 power.
"[Edict of the Abyssal Juggernaut]."
Briggins had transformed into a colossal, fifteen-foot-tall walking fortress.
His body was encased in an impossibly thick, shifting suit of dark, organic demonic armor.
It pulsed with a sickening purple heartbeat.
The armor was designed with a terrifying singular purpose: absolute absorption.
It nullified all kinetic force and drank all magical impact.
He was the ultimate, indestructible tank.
"Is that a toy, Guildmaster?" Briggins's voice echoed from deep within the hollow helmet, vibrating with demonic bass.
