*BOOM!*
The Mantis scythe plummeted toward Damien's chest.
VWIP.
The blade struck nothing but empty air and dissipating black smoke.
Ten meters away, Damien re-materialised from the shadows, skidding to a halt. He clutched his ribs, feeling a fracture knitting itself back together thanks to his physique.
Fortunately, thanks to his Hollow Kings Authority, he could use something akin to elementization.
'Physical attacks bounce off the scales and Magic is absorbed by the alchemy in his blood,' Damien analyzed, spitting a mouthful of blood.
'Is this really a fantasy world? Why is their biology so advanced!.'
The Corpse Collector roared, frustrated by the slippery prey. He turned his gaze back to the rib-cage prison at his waist.
"Stand still!" the Collector bellowed. He squeezed the cage harder. "Or the brat dies!"
Inside the cage, the goblin girl shrieked as the bones pressed against her. She looked through the gaps, seeing her father bleeding on the ground near the railing.
