This isn’t going to burst.
Inside the cloud created by the explosion, Crusher became certain.
She couldn’t burst it.
It was a decision reached through an accurate understanding of her own limits.
“Tsk!”
Then what was she supposed to do now?
Crusher unfastened the rope and hook hanging at her waist and roughly caught the hook on Satan’s clothing.
Shrrrk!
With the rope connecting her to it, her body swept dizzyingly through the air.
“Oh! Catch me!”
Then the hastily secured hook came loose, and Crusher stretched a hand downward.
Berserk, who had been climbing, caught Crusher’s hand with perfect accuracy.
“Hey, those eyeballs are hard as hell!”
“…It would seem the clothes and body are not the only hard things.”
They had suspected as much from the moment they first drove in a blade and it failed to slide straight downward through the fabric.
But the fact that even the eyeballs, which would be exceedingly fragile in an ordinary creature, were hard was hardly a good sign.
Berserk narrowed her eyes as she lifted Crusher onto her shoulder.
“For now, let us return to the shoulder.”
“Throw me up first! I’ll lower the rope!”
“Very well.”
The hook may have come loose, but the rope itself was sturdy.
Once Crusher pointed that out, Berserk placed her on one palm and hurled her upward.
Crusher’s small body sailed through the air and landed on Satan’s shoulder once more.
[Ugh! Seriously, of course a shameless bastard like this has a body this ridiculously tough!]
[Tsk.]
Of course, pulling Berserk…