Chapitre 105: Fury's Edge

Flames burst out of Ragnar's greatsword's blade, blazing and erupting with hot orange fire. Mustering up as much strength as he could manage, he leaped upwards and cut straight into the tumor's core, carving out a bright white line with his flames.

"SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!" The tumor screamed in agony as it was burned apart, and began swinging its tentacles wildly and spasming from pain. Ragnar was thrown off and landed a few meters away, digging his greatsword into the fractured stone ground to keep himself from getting tossed away by force.

"Shit… it's goddamn tough," he muttered, breathing heavily. Due to getting so close to the virus-filled core, his HP had drastically gotten drained—against poison, the DEF stat was useless. "Even after that, it's still alive?"

"… Not for long."