The Final Defense Line
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
"Rumble!"
Occam threw the metal meatball out.
The metal ball of flesh hit the tunnel and kept rolling. Soon, it was gone.
"Huff!"
Looking at the crawler meatball gradually disappear into the distance, Occam could no longer hold on. He sat down and panted crazily.
The Magnetic King's genetic ability was really very powerful, but it was precisely because it was very powerful that the consumption was huge.
With his current mental power, he could not control it freely.
He had to train harder in the future.
Occam could feel that he was tired every time he used his power.
However, after resting enough, the next time he used it would be even longer.
After he recovered this time, he would definitely not be so tired when he used the same move again.
Alice was very tired but she did not sit down.
She looked at the dead Rayne in the front of the carriage, her eyes complicated and sad.