"Finally willing to make a move?"
Looking at the nails scattered across the corridor and the blood streaming from Leon's hand, the dozen or so scar-faced chiefs couldn't help but pull back their lips, revealing a rather peculiar smile.
"It seems different from probing a soul, if you want to launch such an invisible attack or defense, there is a cost, and that cost is the skin on your body, right?"
Leon glanced at him upon hearing this, still remaining silent, while the scar-faced chief continued on his own,
"After the Ryan Blood Night, I went to investigate the Ryan Family estate, and even took a look at your injuries while you were unconscious.
"Aside from those inexplicably committing suicide, many of the corpses' cause of death was the destruction of vital points by some kind of invisible force, and you, lying unconscious at the entrance of the estate, had large patches of missing skin... this situation basically aligns with my hypothesis."
Watching Leon in the distance remain unresponsive, the scar-faced chiefs shook their heads, then while reloading their nail guns, slowly said,
"Even if you don't admit it, it's useless. The 'usage rules' of that offensive Anomalous Object in your hands were basically exposed after being used at the Ryan Family estate.
"The person who gave me this ability once said that in battles between Anomalies, intelligence and strategy can sometimes be more important than strength. No matter how powerful the ability, once the intelligence is understood by others, a way to counter it will certainly be found.
"As luck would have it, your type with a long range, high burst, but also high cost, is perfectly countered by my ability. I don't even need to do much, as long as I keep forcing you to use your ability, you will directly 'kill' yourself. Am I wrong?"
Looking at the scar-faced brute seemingly taunting right in front of him but actually probing with words, Leon pondered for a moment, then silently released the Black Goat's horn with his other hand.
The ability of the War Cornerstone only worked on things with a soul, but these dozen or so scar-faced brutes were empty shells, naturally immune to the Black Goat's "incite."
What was more bothersome was that the real entity wasn't in the dungeon. He couldn't leave the dungeon, and the power of the Holy Spirit Pendant couldn't be sent out, unable to directly kill his real entity. Other Anomalous Objects likewise had no use.
So the current situation, indeed as the other party said, he was basically "on death's door," forced to keep using the Holy Spirit Pendant to block bullets, slowly depleting his flesh and stamina...
"Leon! Get into the interrogation room to hide!"
Although she couldn't understand the two's "unscientific" way of battling, seeing that Leon hadn't spoken to refute, the policewoman faintly understood that the scar-faced chief might be right. If it dragged on any longer, Leon might be exhausted to death.
Seeing the scar-faced brutes at the other end of the corridor reload nails and start changing their gas tanks, preparing for another round of shooting, she couldn't help but urge,
"Go! As long as we block the door, if he can't demolish the walls, at most one or two can come in at a time. We might as well stall a bit longer!"
Wait? Can't demolish the walls?
Leon was slightly stunned upon hearing this, then immediately activated the Holy Spirit Pendant, exchanging another small piece of skin, killing all the scar-faced brutes at the other end of the corridor, then turned and asked,
"Do you have any high-power explosives in the Secret Investigation Bureau?"
"Huh? Yes! Whenever we capture the Rebels, we usually confiscate some and then destroy them regularly. The latest batch should still be there..."
Pushing aside the bodies of the fallen scar-faced brutes, blocking the entrance to the stairwell tightly, Leon's face finally showed a slight smile.
Judging from those dozen or so empty shell bodies, the scar-faced brute's "Abnormal" seemed to have a capacity for mass duplication. And the guns those copies held, whether in form or wear, were completely identical, so they likely weren't limited to living things; even dead objects could be duplicated.
Then, given that he could duplicate firearms, why not directly duplicate explosives?
If he really wanted to wear him down, compared to shooting little by little with a gun, it was clearly more convenient and effective to throw explosives directly into the dungeon. But instead, he took the long way around, willing to spend great effort to create a dozen empty shells with guns little by little, rather than just copying a bunch of explosives to throw into the dungeon.
Excluding him being a fool who didn't think it could be done, the most likely reason was to minimize destruction, fearing that throwing too many explosives would destroy the dungeon!
And what the enemy least wanted to happen was exactly what he should do now!
With the policewoman's "reminder," he vaguely found a possible way to break the predicament, and Leon pulled her into a corner, then took a deep breath, clutching the Holy Spirit Pendant tightly on his chest...
A violent crash sounded, and the wall closest to them was completely smashed, turning into a pile of shattered bricks and stones.
And this was just the beginning. At the cost of Leon's "deal," the invisible heavy hammer formed by the Holy Spirit Pendant swept through everything destroyable in the dungeon like a speeding heavy truck.
Amidst the deafening roars, not only the previous interrogation room but also a dozen temporary prison cells were successively dismantled by the heavy hammer condensed by the Holy Spirit Pendant. The entire dungeon was covered with dust and debris, turning the once narrow and cramped corridor instantly into a vast expanse.