The countless runes engraved across its enormous iron sphere ignited brilliantly before the weapon crashed into his ribs, folding his gigantic body sideways and sending him ricocheting violently through layer upon layer of solid black stone.
He had barely begun tumbling before the trident thrust forward.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
Its three enormous prongs pierced cleanly through his left thigh before the Death General wielding it twisted violently, ripping away an enormous portion of flesh as blue blood erupted throughout the underground abyss.
The pain barely had time to register.
The twin crimson scythes had already arrived, crossing one another with terrifying precision as both blades swept across his torso before curving back around in the same motion, every strike aimed not at wounding him, but at severing his limbs completely.
