As Martatoriot-OX tried to step closer to the house, his beating heart suddenly felt a buzzing stung within. The Loyal Servant hesitantly halted his steps, glowering at his below, which glimmered as the line of pinkish hair and the horde of pinkish sparkles rose, merging into the a portal. He gestured a crushing grip, desperately holding his unbending frustration.
'Goddamn it…you witch already arrived earlier,' Martatoriot-OX thought, materializing the streaming flow of the peacock blue slime-like liquid within his feet.
The Loyal Servant cautiously glanced at the pinkish sparkles, spawning the glimpse of the rabbit head from the portal-like surface. Martatoriot-OX hurtled to the left by evoking the racing liquid beneath his feet. In a precise momentum, he evaded the giant rabbit who unshackled its hungry jaws.
Failing to capture its prey forced the rabbit to dwell in the depths of the portal, shrinking itself without leaving any noticeable traces. Unfortunately, the enveloping smoke shelving Martatoriot-OX evaporated, exposing his true form to the house's surroundings and his attacker across.
The attacker who was none other than The Hair Magician jumped out from the cocooning hair, boiling her incited to look at Martatoriot-OX. She also snapped her fingers, commanding all the lines of her hair that scattered around to withdraw, instantly returning her hair to the default twin tail style.
"I'm aware my aggressive attitude in the news is leading to this, but I suggest we settle our matter somewhere else," The Hair Magician suggested. "Especially afar from my parent's house."
"Perhaps you can bring your beloved master too," Prila added, swaying her folded fingers to the right.
Martatoriot-OX sniggered, "Offer rejected, you witch."
"Besides, it's better to let your beloved parent watch you fighting," Martaoriot-OX mocked and burst a laughter. "Because their direct support can lead you to unleash your greatest potential."
"Not in this circumstance," The Hair Magician muttered, lashing her extended hair to the ground and casting the rising portal.
Prila furrowed furiously, "But if you insist on fighting here, so be it, Galastar's precious slave!"
The portal dragged out the emerald figure that quivered Martatoriot-OX, signaling him to combust the widespread smoke within the nautilus shell. An emerald figure unveiled itself to be The Thrashing Vanguard who extended its arms, charging the jade energy onto its knife-shape hand blades.
The artificial being gawked at Martatoriot-OX and crossed its blades discharging the emerald energies on its blades, flooding the quivering dread within him. Despite The Thrashing Vanguard darted his blood-shot eyes, The Loyal Servant anticipatively clapped the nautilus shell.
Active steaming smoke unbridled from The Loyal Servant's shell, roaring a mangling roar on top of his lung. The Thrashing Vanguard recklessly propelled its two blades downward, simultaneously summoning the X-shape slashing wave that emerged closely on Martatoriot-OX's nautilus shell.
Hence, the slashing wave rammed into Martatoriot-OX's back, severing the connection with the nautilus shell and forcing him to squeal in unbending pain, especially with his back dripped the large bleeding wound resembling a letter X. He even fell to the ground when his combusting shell dropped down too.
The Hair Magician sighed after witnessing her foe fall to the ground, continuously squealing as more blood from his back splattered the ground. Priya hopped closer to The Loyal Servant, drawing her open, persuading The Trashing Vanguard to obediently bow its head and shut the gleams on its blade.
More dire surprises came onto The Loyal Servant as his disdained eyes spotted three Triumph Makers recently landed from above. Specifically, Martatoriot-OX's petrified sight witnessed the trio of potential dangers such as VWX, Mina Rodax, and Scrap Devil showing up on the scene.
"Glad made it in the right time, three of you," The Hair Magician greeted the Triumph Makers, pleasantly smiling at them as they approached her and assertively nodded.
Scrap Devil raised his thumbs and sheepishly uttered, "If it's for you, I'm always on time, beautiful sunshine."
Mina Rodax cringed at his teammate and heaved her palm, "Let's get to the main point for coming here, Scrap Devil."
"Allow me to read this invader's mind," The Telepathic Hero announced, unbridling the bright blue gleams within her eyes as she directed her palm onto Martatoriot OX.
Racing sky blue gleams transpired within The Loyal Servant's eyes even though his brain turning on the flickering pale flashes like a lantern fish. At first, Mina Rodax bit her lips as her telepathy failed to breach the invader's mind especially with the flashes going brighter each time her foe screamed.
Martatoriot OX held his breath and thought, 'They…all too late.'
"I'm sick of people blocking my telepathy,' Mina Rodax bickered, raising her opened hand that fulminating the amber glows on her right palm.
The Telepathic Hero imminently shoved her hand forward, glimmering the simultaneous amber flashes throughout her suit. Martatoriot-OX loudened his gut-wrenching scream when the bluish gleam shrouding his eyes transitioned into the amber lights, vaporizing the pale flashes within her mind.
"Nice work," VWX praised and pointed his fingers at The Loyal Servant. "Now your mind is a complete open book, Martatoriot-OX."
Therefore, The Telepathic Hero broke her foe's mind blocker as she ghastly entered the vast memories clip. Mina Rodax rushedly folded her glowing hands, invoking the temporary white flashes to cover her sight, entering into The Loyal Servant's chosen memory clip from the recent one.
A particular memory clip presented the view of the deep green sea sinking the silhouette of the old man and woman figures. With a telepathic sigh zooming closer, the two silhouette's true appearance finally unfolded which were Prila's parents, Hona and Nogra restfully being drowned.
Mina Rodax frantically gasped at the sighting she captured, luring The Hair Magician alongside the other two heroes to center their attention on her. As for The Loyal Servant, he cackled in lively satisfaction. Martatoriot-OX even extended his shuddering arms, freezing a perturbed frown on Prila's entire face.
"While you are all busy trying to read my mind, I already initiated this risky spell to capture your lovely parents, Damn Witch!" Martatoriot-OX taunted, coughing a couple of blood and staring at the nautilus shell that liberated the active steam through the underground.
Martatoriot-OX blared a high-pitched giggle and derided, "You should have chopped my hands, instead of cutting the shell."
"Because when you all try to read my mind, I already cast my special….spell to them!!" The Loyal Servant muttered, coughing a huge chunk of blood and gripping his chest that began to tremble.
The Hair Magician roared in uncontrollable anger and shouted, "You….you mongrel asshole!!!"
"Prila, calm down he is just messing with you," VWX gave rigid advice, prodding her left shoulder.
The Telepathic Hero shook her head to defy his fellow ally's claim and anxiously uttered, "No…no, what he said is true."
"We are all too late," Mina Rodax was flabbergasted, blinking the yellowish gleams from her eye and centering her sight at the house. "Even your parent presence is no longer in the house."
The Hair Magician brimmed the enlightening pinkish glow within her hair and cursed, "Damn you, Galastar!!"
"Don't be too upset at me for now because we will meet again," Martatoriot-OX taunted. "Mrs.Galastar has prepared plenty of perfect surprises for you."
The attempt of The Hair Magician condemning her rage upon Martatoriot-OX failed as he miraculously sunk into the bizarre spawn of the pool of water beneath him. Even though Mina Rodax folded his entire body with the amber shroud, The Loyal Servant was still being sucked into the water, vanishing his presence alongside the nautilus shell.
The pool of water also faded out from the Triumph Maker's eyes, planting distressed looks upon except Prila who shook her infuriated glower. In a sizzling tantrum, The Hair Magician unshackled the clouding pinkish aura that spread throughout the area, blowing the small storm that almost plummeted VWX and Scrap Devil.
"Prila, I'm very sorry that I couldn't save your parent or even stop him," Mina Rodax apologized to The Hair Magician.
Prila raised her calm palm and assured, "No need to apologize because you already did your best."
"For this problem, I'm fully blaming myself," The Hair Magician murmured in regret, shutting the gleams within her hair.
"It's okay. it's okay, The Scamming Galastar is just outsmarting all of us," Scrap Devil remarked.
VWX cleared his throat and spoke, "Don't worry we still have a chance to defeat her like the last time."
"I know, but…but…I as a daughter should know better when my parents are in danger,' The Hair Magician uttered, frigidly biting her lip and flapping her hand that vanquished The Thrashing Vanguard into scattering particles.
VWX tapped The Hair Magician's shoulder, "Like what Scrap Devil said before, Galastar is already well prepared on this."
"Either she collaborated with the same villain who freed Don Golzulin or by herself, she knew you would try your best to save your parent," The Laser Master assured, switching his watchful sight toward Mina Rodax.
VWX coughed and asked, "Did you gain the full information of the location where Galastar held captive Prila's parent."
"I'm afraid not," Mina Rodax answered hesitantly, ceasing the amber gleams and returning the blue light to illuminate her suit. "Although I managed to break free of his barrier, sadly I've only gained partial knowledge."
"The current knowledge when he kidnapped Prila's parent," The Telephatic Hero reported. "His telepathic block is still as strong as the last time."
"Or probably more versatile as he could cast his drowning spell to them," The Laser Master guessed.
Mina Rodax nodded, "You're right on that."
With her teammate engaged in a conversation, The Hair Magician kicked the ground and jounced her above, blistering the pinkish stream of winds through her twin-tail hair. Prila swiftly maintained a steady levitation, switching her affirmed look toward the Triumph Makers.
"Is your psychic power now effective in removing curses, Mina Rodax?" The Hair Magician asked, sharpening her focus toward Mina Rodax.
Mina Rodax nodded boldly, "Affirmative."
"And your next command is to remove all the people that had their visions being warped by the bubble around here,' Mina Rodax guessed.
"Ah…correct as for now," Prila confirmed.
Scrap Devil blew a whistle and proposed a question, "So where are you going after this, beautiful sunshine?"
"I'm going to meet Gdark as he committed to creating an exclusive device for fighting Amalia Galastar," The Hair Magician stated, exhaling a constant hefty breath. "I hoped he already finished the device.
"Whoah I see," Scrap Devil uttered in surprise. "Okay then, if you get more information regarding this, you can contact me too, and the others."
"I'm going to make sure I'm available at any time," Scrap Devil added.
VWX giggled, "Like old times, visiting Gdark to see his innovation."
"This will be great timing to show if he is truly a hero too,' VWX uttered brazenly, patting his waist.
The Hair Magician halfly giggled, "To be fair Layfree he is the only one I can count this time."
"By the way, send my regards to him, Prila." The Laser Master blurted out a reminder.
"Noted," The Hair Magician spoke relaxedly, elongating her twin tail hairs that morphed into a cocooning enclosing her, readying herself to meet the special person who could potentially aid her in ending Galastar's threat.
"See you later, my friends," The Hair Magician bid of a farewell.
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Inside Gdark's Lab, a storming sound of thundering electricities trumpeted within as another project occurred. Moreover, a floating gray cylinder with pitch-black gaping lines on the side consistently absorbed the twin wave of blue particles on the left and emerald green ones inhabiting the right side.
A pair of metallic magenta screwdrivers became the main source of the particles, holding the cylinder. Concisely, Gdark held the screwdrivers and squeezed the button to prolong the particle's expansion, pointing his intrigued sight at the cylinder's objects raising the brightness of its gaping lines.
Extracting more particles from the screwdrivers cleanly soared the small blinding wave scorching through Gdark's eyes. He promptly withdrew the screwdrivers and took one step backward, exhaling a hefty air from lingering in his throat. Afterward, the blinding flashes ceased, letting Gdark free his pleased gaze.
Gdark sharply perceived the cylinder tube freshly went into a complete state as no broken or scar traces spotting within his eyes. The success of his recent innovation convinced him to grab the cylinder object, whirling to the left and noticing the bubbly raven-black button on the tip glistening the rotating spark.
"Fascinating result," Gdark praised before grumbling shortly. "But, it's not the right equipment for defeating The Annoying Cosmic being."
Gdark chuckled and spoke, "Only suitable for The Trophy Girl's path on slaying her deadliest,"
The lonely inspection for Gdark met a sudden interruption as his house's bell sound intruded his ears, snapping his fingers that surfaced the holographic screen beside his left. He goggled at the screen, noticing a returned guest, The Hair Magician patiently waiting in front of the entrance fell.
"Speaking about her presence, it's perfect opportunity that she came here this late afternoon," Gdark said brazenly, steering his sharpened furrow at the levitating holographic screen on the right.
Instead of displaying a picture or blueprint, the holographic screen's glossy surface lifted a palm-size black coin object with its surface made of rusted rock. Solidified five silver vines latched on the coin's center spot, reflecting the spontaneous dazzle into Gdark's gaze. He furrowed his vigilant eyebrows at the object, leading him to seize it.
Gdark wheezed a hefty breath and whispered. "Time to meet my only client."
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