Under Aimou's blessing, the only difference between Bologue himself and the Prayer Believers is that his Secret Energy has yet to be ascended. But even if it had, Bologue feels it would be of no use facing the current situation.
"Leader, it's not something that can be glossed over with triple salary anymore."
Bologue muttered, a mad gleam flashing in his eyes.
Flesh spread across the earth; Secret Energy·Summoning Hand cannot command them. For now, the only summonable items Bologue can utilize are the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, which fortunately can self-proliferate. Bologue thinks that's not bad.
The cold Iron Armor covered his torso, Bologue gripped the Dual Blades, with Ethereal Amplification enhancing his body. He charged like a gale, aiming for the Silver Knight.
