The Essence of Art

Taaang!

Under the red lights, with a tremendous boom, a shotgun spat fire. Lead pellets burst from the specially modified firearm from the Administration Bureau, and the bullets flying at near-sonic speed tore the Watchers apart.

Even though the body was controlled by an aberration, it was still human in the end. It wasn't sturdy enough to withstand gunfire. Since it had no regenerative ability either, they could sever its legs by blasting away the lower body.

The problem was that the optic nerves took over for the vanished legs.

[Kyaaaaek!]

Below the head, bundles of sharp tentacles that had burst out through the throat clustered together to form two thick legs.

They were far less mobile than the creature's original legs, but the problem was that bullets wouldn't penetrate them. At best, they only left a shallow scratch.

Worse still, unlike the flesh itself, the organs linked to the eyes could even regenerate, leaving no way to reduce its mobility. Magical countermeasures had their limits too.

But if they did nothing, death was the only outcome. Kim Yul forced his torn, limping legs to move and aimed the eyeball Ian had handed him at the Watchers. He smashed it to pieces.

Crack...