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It can cause damage, but it cannot cause the entire building to collapse.

After quickly scanning the middle section of the lobby, Klaus locked onto his primary target—

That stone pillar that Ivan hit didn't break!

"A Gothic facade..." he muttered to himself, his hands gripping the wrench jerking.

"Click..."

A series of gears turned, and the Newton sign transformed from a wrench into a hammer.

He gripped the handle tightly and strode towards the stone pillar.

Ran Yi stepped on the broken pieces of the bench, his figure suddenly rising several meters high, and [Raven] slashed down two tentacles hanging from its head in mid-air.

Their broken pieces fell to the ground, twisted a couple of times, and then dissipated into black mist.

The moment he landed, a tentacle pierced his face. Instead of dodging, he grabbed it with his left hand.

【Lv8 Touch of Fate & Miriel (Lord - In Fusion)】

[Comment: When an idealistic saintly father acquires a power he cannot control... PS: By the way, if they're separate, they're each king; if they're together... cough, I suggest going solo.]

With a casual release, he let the tentacle retract into the black mist, then with a backhand slash, he cleared a section of the ground.

"I suggest going solo..."

Hydra's witty remark is quite interesting.

It seems that the monster in front of them is not simply the corrupted priest, nor the Touch of Fate that controls the priest, but rather the product of the two being forcibly fused together in an extremely unstable state.

like...

Two mortal enemies bound together—

Not only did they fail to achieve more than the sum of their parts, but they also dragged each other down due to internal friction or infighting.

The touch of fate is tearing at the priest's nature, while Myriel is suppressing the monster's instincts.

the other side.

Klaus is in position.

He channeled all his strength into his weapon, raising the hammer to his left shoulder from the side.

"Bang--!!"

Without any hesitation, starting at zero frames, Newton's [Property 2: Mechanical Overload] unleashed its power.

The instant it came into contact with the stone pillar, it even stirred up a ring of gray air—

It was stone dust crushed by an excessively strong force.

The impact shook the entire church.

Where the seemingly indestructible stone pillar was struck, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread, and fragments of stone fell off like raindrops.

"Bang!"

Klaus didn't stop. He raised the Newton hammer and struck the same spot precisely.

"Click—click—"

In Klaus's eyes, most of the flaws in this medieval Gothic architecture were outrageous.

He muttered to himself as he tapped:

"Without precise measurements...without rigorous mechanical calculations, anything that doesn't fall is considered a miracle, but what if it falls..."

"Bang!"

The stone pillar that supported half the country let out its final mournful cry and then crashed to the ground.

"...It's an accident!"

A chain reaction has begun.

The church walls were as flimsy as paper, offering no load-bearing capacity whatsoever.

The dome overhead looked as if its keel had been removed, with large chunks of rubble and stained glass cascading down, and the hall filled with dust and murky grime.

"roar--!!!"

Myriel roared in fury, while the blurry black shadow behind him writhed in pain, and more tentacles surged out from the intact ground and walls.

Some rushed toward Klaus, while others desperately tried to lift themselves up, attempting to hold up the collapsing roof.

But he was multitasking, and Renyi was no pushover either.

Seizing the opportunity, he lowered his body and rushed towards the priest. He did not attack Miriam, who was kneeling on the ground, but went straight for the phantom behind him!

The priest's order was completely disrupted, and the shaking in the church intensified.

The townspeople, who had been completely oblivious to the smoke rising from the battlefield where the three were locked in combat, finally noticed the commotion.

The glass ball that was thrown was struck by a shattered piece of stone.

The teenagers looked up blankly, and the older women were also startled awake by the swirling air currents, opening their eyes in bewilderment. Above their heads, a stone slab was falling straight down.

"The barrier is gone!"

In the confessional, Ivan kicked down a door and roared.

Seeing this, Sita almost became a blur. With a flick of her tail, she shattered the fallen stone slab, then grabbed the half-grown child, her slender arms protecting the aunt and another woman. She rushed several meters through the rain of pebbles to the church entrance.

at the same time.

A loud "bang" was heard.

The thin doors of Aurora's confessional were also broken open from the inside.

Sensing the dramatic change, Aurora protected the townsman who was confessing and burst through the door. The townsman, still immersed in the afterglow of confession and being forgiven, was somewhat dazed.

But then...

He then saw the hellish scene amidst the swirling dust.

The building was riddled with holes. In front of the cross, a huge, twisted black shadow was darting left and right. The humanoid object in front of the monster still had half of a strange yet familiar broken human face left behind!

The townspeople's bewilderment vanished completely.

He opened his mouth wide and screamed in terror:

"monster--"

"God, the church... there's a monster in the church!!!"

The piercing scream did not drown out the roar of the collapsing building, but it was like the sharpest blade, clearly piercing into the ears of Father Myriel, who was almost one with fate.

monster.

There are monsters in his church.

Where are you... Don't be afraid... He will drive away... Protect you...

Myriel instinctively stretched out his hands, as if to say, "God is with you."

"Well......"

In the end, only a broken sob escaped from deep in its throat.

The rescued woman scrambled to a corner, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at him. Two quick-thinking townspeople had already rushed out the door, shouting that it was a monster, and ran towards the town.

All the dancing of the tentacles came to an abrupt halt.

The madness that had clouded his eyes with the black mist gradually faded, leaving only emptiness and sorrow... He tried his best to restore his mutated body to its original state, and attempted to use his robe to conceal the twisted tentacles and spikes...

"Boom... Boom..."

The tentacles in mid-air drooped limply and dissipated.

Without its support, the neglected half of the church dome finally collapsed, and bright light washed away the darkness and shone in without reservation.

The massive shadow behind him seemed to be trying to regain control, emitting a crackling, electrical-like sound like a faulty connection...

But Myriel simply knelt there, expressionless.

His shadow, along with the shadow of the cross, was cast by the light onto the intact, gray half of the wall.

You made the choice, Father.

Let your mind wander.

But when the words reached his lips, they only came out as a faint sentence:

"Father, the anesthetic has worn off."