The assassin shown to be Martatoriot-OX, returned to his healthy state as he leaped out from the water and summoned the peacock blue fluid to cover it, drawing his opened palms. Lashing emerald water streams whirled around on his nautilus-shell backpack, gathering the bubbling blue orbs on his palms.
Martatoriot-OX hurled his palms forward and fractured the orbs, evoking the twin corrosive water waves like a tornado. As The Hair Magician closed her eyes in cold acceptance, a coin object from hundreds of needles compacting together slid beneath her feet and soared the flock of green dust.
The coin-like object promptly shrunk The Hair Magician until her presence was no longer visible, evading the ramparting strike of the water waves. Realizing his main target was missing in his range, Martatoriot-OX hastily closed his grip and vaporized the twin water waves.
The Loyal Servant also sharply spotted the coin-like object was magnetically pulled to the left, hopping to the back in caution. Martatoriot-OX gasped in complete shock when his sight captured the sighting of the stealth figure raising its palm and patching the coin object on his palm.
Furthermore, The Loyal Servant noticed the stealth figure steaming out a ghastly green mist from his right arm, unfolding the silhouette of the armored man with a horn. The silhouette stepped out from the wall of mist, debuting the full appearance of other Triumph Maker members, Scrap Devil who dispatched the tiny gray horn hauling on his right arm.
The shackled old couple dropped their surprised jaws toward Scrap Devil who lined his two figures, tapping it on his forehead. Then, Hona and Nogra slowly opened their gladful smiles at the heroic figure. The Demonic Builder puffed before dropping the needle-surface coin object to the ground, casting the small green wormhole beside him.
The wormhole imminently vomited out Prila's from its depth, dispersing itself faster than the blink of an eye, luring Scrap Devil to center his focus on her. The Hair Magician who sat on the ground, coughed and tapped her chest repeatedly. She switched her stare to her savior, widening her pleased smirk.
"Thank you very much for coming at the right time, Scrap Devil," The Hair Magician professed.
Scrap Devil giggled joyfully, "Pleasure to hear that, beautiful sunshine."
"Need a hand, my lady?" The Metal Builder said, proposing his offering hand to Prila who quickly accepted it.
Hence, Scrap Devil aided his fellow teammates to regain a steady standing position, sharing their blissful giggle. Afterward, they locked their glances toward Martatoriot-OX who heedfully lifted his palms to the side, unleashing the translucent mist from his nautilus shell backpack.
"It seems you couldn't cast any of your versatile spells right now?" Scrap Devil asked, grabbing the metal bottle being planted by a bunch of nails.
The Hair Magician nodded reluctantly and answered, "Sadly, yes."
"He was responsible for placing a curse on my power, Scrap Devil," The Hair Magician muttered, sneering at Martatoriot-OX who gripped his knuckles and released the stream of water to embed his feet when he kicked the ground below.
"Especially the curse is activated when I tried to rescue my parent," Prila added.
Scrap Devil whistled and assumed, "So this bizarrely named guy managed to find a convenient way to turn you into your less attractive self."
"Luckily, I brought a contingency just in case you got depowered, sunshine," Scrap Devil assured, spotting The Loyal Servant summon the small pool of water and diving it into its dept.
"Nice, nice," The Hair Magician praised
Scrap Devil threw the metal bottle that The Hair Magician quickly caught in her grip, stretching her jaunty smirk at him. However, the relief time was abruptly interrupted as the pool of water spawned beneath Prila. She frowned in complete shock, alerting The Metal Builder to combust the emerald smoke on his ankles.
He swiftly dashed forward and grabbed The Hair Magician by her wrist as Martatoriot-OX jumped out from the small pool of water, sleeving his forehands with the solidified brown hand blades construct recently manifested. In a hasty reaction, Scrap Devil pitched his fellow teammates behind him, avoiding the hand blades slash
"Not cool for ruining a relief moment, bizarrely named coward," Scrap Devil bickered, groaning.
Scrap Devil hurriedly kicked the ground below, catapulting himself to The Loyal Servant like a javelin being thrown. The speedy kick cleanly tackled Martatoriot-OX in the stomach, blaring a hefty breath. The Demonic Builder dove his foot until it blistered a mist, jouncing his foe afar.
As he landed on the ground in a duck position, emerald mist blistered through his arms when Scrap Devil lifted his feet to a steady standing position. He turned his watchful stare toward The Hair Magician who pinned her sight on the metal bottle, raising her doubtful eyebrows at him.
"Just throw the bottle to the ground if you want to replenish a little bit of your power, sunshine," Scrap Devil suggested.
The Hair Magician giggled and praised gleefully, "Quite simple and concise explanation for your forged device."
"Of course, I prefer to create a scrap forge that is not difficult for you to understand," Scrap Devil replied, stepping forward to his enemy and casting the emerald smoke to tangle his feet.
Prila gave a gladdened simper before slamming the bottle to the ground, scattering it into metal pieces. All the metal pieces' surfaces transpired horde of paper emerald lines zapped onto The Hair Magician, cringing as her limbs shuddered. Even though the ray intruded rays shaking her limbs, she grasped the sense of replenishment as bright prink line shimmered in her arms.
"And if the replenishing process is complete, I suggest you keep close with your parent Sunshine," Scrap Devil commanded firmly, combusting more emerald smoke soared to the sides.
Prila raised her worried frown and asked, "Are you sure about handling the two of them by yourself?"
"Although Galastar is now devastated, but I bet her loyal servant will find a way to motivate her," Prila argued.
"I'm very confident about taking two of them," Scrap Devil remarked, pointing his thumb at his chest.
"Also I wanted to ask, how do you know I'm here?" The Hair Magician asked, drawing her eyebrows.
"It's a secret, I will tell you later this fight," Scrap Devil stated, tapping his chest and stepping forward to his foe.
The Hair Magician panted shortly and nodded, "Okay then, good luck"
"Becareful with the two of them," Prila said, pointing her eyes to The Actress who drowned in despair. "Even though Asshole Galastar still fall into shock after I forced her to confess her crime, I fear that her loyal servant will find a way to motivate her."
"Wow, excellent information, beautiful sunshine" Scrap Devil praised gladly.
The stinging ray instantaneously dispersed from The Hair Magician when her brown hair shifted into a bright pink filled with cloudy energy, shimmering the aura feet. Feeling her body flow the surge of power, Prila clenched her knuckle as tight as possible, cackling delightfully.
The Hair Magician rushed to her chained parents' direction after noticing her fellow teammate unshackling the smoke barricade hindering her presence. Martatoriot-OX slowly got up his tremoring body, holding his stomach, which felt the immense pain of being hit by a truck, especially when his armor carved two cracking lines.
He rotated his concerned look at Amalia Galastar who helplessly whimpered, dropping rain of tears the longer she pondered at the floor. Consuming by unbending devastation, The Actress clawed on the ground and frozenly stunned, melting the silver droplets from her super suit that exposed some of her human skin.
Ms.Galastar, I'm truly sorry you felt this way. Martatoriot-OX painted a look of pity toward his master.
However, our battle is not over yet. Especially with this one, Triumph Makers invaders.
Martatoriot-OX switched his cautious glare toward The Devil Forger, who shimmered the dazzling green flashes in his eyes and broadcast more walls of green smoke on the sides.
I'm aware Scrap Devil might be the weakest Triumph Makers, but he is not a pushover. Martatoriot-OX shoved one of his hands to the nautilus backpack that emanated the boiling steam on its surface.
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As Scrap Devil summoned the full wall of mist in his front sight, The Loyal Servant extracted the aqua-blue water bubble from his nautilus shell. A dreaded frown clouded Martatoriot-OX's gaze as he witnessed the shadowy silhouette of his foe hopping upside down.
More concisely, The Demonic Builder grabbed mist tiny pieces and morphed them into metal places that he planted on the object beneath him. Speedy adrenaline flowed into the course of his veins as Scrap Devil blinked from left to right. He continuously gripped the mist, morphing into a small metal clank, and placed it on the object on the left that went bigger.
The repetitive process even led him to create a towering project especially when Martatoriot-OX enhanced sight caught its shadowy silhouette from the mist. Traces of the long cannon barrelled signaled distress to The Loyal Servant as he swayed his hand to left, launching the bubble to the left.
Martatoriot-OX thrust his hand down, transforming the bubble into a small sea creature floating beside him. The chosen creature to aid The Loyal Servant's service was a creamy-shell nautilus with an azure blue pearl attached to its eyes and cotton white tendrils with tiny emerald spots.
"Blow his dreadful creation to sunder, my nautilus companion," The Loyal Servant whispered.
The nautilus obediently flew to the barricading mist that displayed the cannon silhouette was on the brink of the finished process when The Demonic Builder mashed the compact of metal to latch a second barrel on the top. Evaporating steam surged through the nautilus the longer it glided, invading the mist.
Instead of heading to the cannon, the nautilus was immobilized by the electrifying green rays from below. Moreover, the responsive rays fired off from the army ant-size turrets with the compacting nails on their entire surface, exuding more flow of green energy from their muzzles that strengthened the trapping energy on the floating creature.
Even though the nautilus leaked the corrosive steam from its shell, the stunning rays remained persistent in sealing its movement as it couldn't fly further or rotate to the side. The Loyal Servant half-spotted his sea creatures' silhouette alongside the sealing rays and broadened his distraught expression.
How come he could build an almost non-traceable object to disrupt my nautilus?
Martatoriot-OX hissed. I thought I only saw him building a giant cannon from the thick mist.
I guess I have no choice but to detonate my nautilus.The Loyal Servant summoned the encircling water flow on his feet. 'And I have to keep my distance away from this speedy devil's dreadful creation.'
Martatoriot-OX hurriedly booted the ground, evoking the tiny pool of water beneath his shaking feet. He took one last glimpse of the nautilus silhouette from the smoke before swimming into the pool of water that spontaneously shrunk until leaving no more visible traces.
As for the small nautilus creature, it finally detonated into an enlarged smoke that gushed across the tiny ant-size turrets below, wiping out the rays. Every touch of the corrosive smoke melted all the ant-size turrets until they were incinerated into a speck of dust, fleeting away from the scene.
Unfortunately, the smoke also ceased from the green mist's area, opening an opportunity for Scrap Devil to jump above the colossal cannon. The Demonic Builder snapped his fingers being folded by the green energy strings, ordering the barricading mist to disperse from the arena.
The disappearance of the barricading mist became a grand debut for Scrap Devil's newest weapon on the spot, especially since he smoothly landed. The weapon being proudly displayed was a colossal bronze cannon with a surface made from metal scraps combined and a bulky white barrel that took the shape of a holed palm. A smaller gray barrel with the golden wiry-like surface was planted on the cannon's top side, discharging the stream of emerald strings on its bee-sting muzzle.
Scrap Devil clapped and sighed, "Finally, it's done."
"Aha, it's a good time for the bizarre-named servant to feel the immense pain of The Hypersensor Cannon," Scrap Devil uttered excitedly, scanning on his left shoulder being planted by the scrap-surface metal ball.
The Demonic Builder whistled when the metal ball revolved, convincing him to gawk at his down left. A streaming pool of water freshly materialized nearby Scrap Devil, who slid his feet to the back and noticed the tiny nautilus hovering out from the pool of water's depth, marking another silent assault from his opponent.
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