The cult leader hissed, his grotesque snake head suddenly springing forward, his neck stretching five or six meters long. The human skin on his body gradually peeled away, as the remaining flesh was shed, hatching a monstrous creature resembling a snake-man from the old husk.
Toxic venom sprayed everywhere!
A dark green toxic gas enveloped the entire underground chamber. The sharpshooter was instantly poisoned, his head spinning, and breathing becoming unusually difficult.
—"Steel Lung!"
The only one still able to move was the burly priest. His figure changed on the projection page, the shape of his lungs surprisingly clear. From his back, a thick exoskeletal armor pierced out a needle, directly into his spine. As dark red liquid was injected, his breathing became rapid in an instant.
"Power of Forged Steel!"
