As Archbishops of the Futan Sect, their strength was far greater than Charles had imagined, especially since this was a deliberate ambush.
A sickening, guttural sound, like someone hacking up phlegm, erupted from one Archbishop's mouth. Immediately, a nauseating stench enveloped Charles. His skin and clothes began to corrode and decay as his entire body grew weaker.
The pure black seawater surged upward to envelop the rapidly falling Charles. It brandished appendages like black seaweed, seemingly intent on swallowing him whole.
Combined with the Pure Gold Weapons piercing at him from all directions, Charles was trapped in a seemingly inescapable, fatal predicament.
With no time to hesitate, Charles focused his will and activated the Ability of his Crystal Heart, instantly blocking out the various whispers in his mind.
Regardless of where these whispers come from, as long as they originate from a God, my Crystal Heart can be of use.
