[center][h3][u][b]Now Or Never[/b][/u][/h3][/center]

[color=brown]"Demonic what now?"[/color] Enzo said with slight confusion to what the Yuheng agent said. The psychic looks to the bowing Gou scratching the back of his head to emphasize the cluelessness of what a demonic cultivator was; only to quickly jump aside as the younger man suddenly thrust his sword at his direction. He was quite glad that he only managed to draw out his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f6/43/12/f643120e370affd2959cd1ee00bafeb8.jpg]Hummingbird Self-Defense Pistol[/url] when he noticed that a muffin man drone with Gou's sword ran through it. He was about to thank Gou and apologize for pulling a gun on him when another muffin man drone came to attack. Gou didn't need to intervene this time, despite its small size, the Hummingbird had good reason why it is the preferred sidearm of any agent or security officer of the FDN. Made nearly completely out of a synthetic wonder material developed in the labs of the FDN, the Hummingbird SDP is an electromagnetic coilgun puts the stopping power of a high caliber rifle into the compact ultra light form of a pistol. 

It was safe to say that there was little left of the muffin after Lorenzo dumped his entire magazine into it.

Two managed to sneak past his defensive line of minions? How? He had bound double the original amount of nightmares. Then he saw it. [color=brown]"What the..."[/color] Was the only words Lorenzo was able to say while looking at multiple giant soufflés the size of a van absorbing a number of his creatures and promptly exploding and knocking him back a couple meters. The enemy forces now had a means of countering the numbers of his own small army. It didn't help his mood now that he could hear the xeno life-form's smug laughter. [color=brown]"Change of plans. We need to deal with the alien before I pass out from the psychic strain."[/color] Lorenzo said before, without a moment's hesitation, bolstering the number of shadow creatures on field and spearheading the assault on the bakery. 

He could feel warm liquid running down his face from his nostrils. He had burst a blood vessel. Not a good sign.