A large burst of black smoke unleashed widely from the demon statue's stomach, raising the dreaded scream from Amalia Galastar. The Loyal Servant gasped in distraught toward the roaming smoke before pinning his sight downward, booting the ground below until it manifested a green water pool beneath him.
He also slightly recognized Amalia Galastar as no longer shackled by the thin arms from the statue's stomach as they turned into dust. No sign of consciousness was detected from The Actress as she dropped to the ground without hesitation or noise, motivating The Loyal Servant to jump into the water pool.
With the unconscious Amalia Galastar almost reaching the ground, the small green pool respawned nearby beneath her falling position. Therefore, The Actress sunk into the pool of water's dept instead of reaching the ground, evacuating her to a safer place from the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Scrap Devil forcibly bent his knees, struggling to exhale a breath as his legs staggered. The Demonic Builder also held his chest tightly, feeling like he had been taking a marathon run. Even the emerald mist gusting from his feet evaporated faster than a split second.
His exhaustion drove the demonic statue to instantaneously deformed into a speck of emerald mist fleeting without leaving visible traces. The only remains of Scrap Devil's last attack were black smoke still gliding in the middle of the ground. Its presence signaled The Demonic Builder to set his heedful focus on the right
Scrap Devil took a deep breath and giggled, "Damnt it, I pushed myself quite hard on releasing Argamanax."
"At the same time, it's worth the shot to prevent Fake Actress deadly combination," Scrap Devil admitted, pointing his tiresome eyes below and
The Demonic Builder sniggered. "What a goddamn tiring day."
Unbeknownst to The Demonic Builder, a small pool of water surfaced behind him and Martatoriot-OX's head hauled from its dept. The Loyal Servant slowly pulled his body and gathered the pulsating water on his palm, muting any breathing noises by pulling his neck to the back.
Martatoriot-OX locked his bloodshot eyes at The Demonic Builder, 'It ends now, Scrapyard jerk.'
The Loyal Servant swiftly jumped out from the water's dept, propelling his streaming palms forward. A boiling water noise thumped into Scrap Devil's ears, signaling him to turn around and groan in franticness toward his opponent's sighting. Gaining the realization his mist still glistened like a dying sparkle, The Demonic Builder lifted his arms to block his eyes.
However, a pinkish beam struck The Loyal Servant's back, squealing in gut-wrenching pain and bouncing him away from Scrap Devil's sight. Martatoriot-OX quickly dropped onto the ground, evaporating the gathering water on his palms into a freezing smoke and fleeing into the arena.
Scrap Devil withdrew his blocking arms and spotted his fellow teammate, The Hair Magician shoved her newly forged wand to the front. A burst of high-pitched laughter was let out from The Demonic Builder's shaking throat, scratching the back of his head and luring Prila to smile.
"Out of mist again, Scrap Devil?" The Hair Magician asked, pulling back her wand and heading to The Demonic Builder.
Scrap Devil sighed, "Precisely yes."
"Very goddamn sucks right now," The Demonic Builder bickered. "I still regret that I couldn't master it.
"Which is why you shouldn't skip the last training section, Scrap Devil" Prila teased.
The Demonic Builder cackled sheepishly and replied, "Well, well. Well…you're not wrong on this,"
"Also, you could make a Desparanda Minigun instead of Argamanax to finish her, right?" The Hair Magician asked.
"I'm afraid Using Desparanda will be riskier as her speed alone could dodge it," The Demonic Builder clarified, blowing out the hefty air from roaming his throat and switching his observative sight at The Loyal Servant. "Besides, I was panicked when you told me she was using her deadly combination attack."
"So I choose Argamanax which is more effective in countering her speedy movement, beautiful sunshine," Scrap Devil explained, inspecting his legs that gusted the blinking mist shortly.
"Fair enough," Prila agreed, gently tapping her teammate's left shoulder. "Because I would do a similar thing as you too."
"Yeah, you're the same girl who is very well known to use all-out attacks and lose your power temporarily, " Scrap Devil replied eagerly, stretching his neck to the left. "Or stuck in a worse situation."
"Well it's my flaw that I needed to overcome eventually," The Hair Magician clarified, blowing the hefty air and approaching The Loyal Servant who crawled the floor as he attempted to lift his trembling legs.
Prila swung the staff closer to her jaw and cleared her throat, "By the way, you can take a rest if you want, Scrap Devil."
Afterward, Scrap Devil took a few steps back as his teammate headed closer toward their beaten foes. The flock of pinkish sparks gathered on The Hair Magician's wand when she approached Martatoriot-OX, observing her opponent who lifted his neck and fixated his stare on her.
"I recommend you to surrender, right now," The Hair Magician announced, directing her charged-up wand closely onto Martatoriot-OX's face.
"Your beloved master is already being defeated," Prila remarked, spotting The Actress who remained lying on the ground unconsciously."
Martatoriot-OX grunted, "In…your… brightest…dream…stupid witch."
"Even though….Ms.Galastar is already being beaten, I…will not surrender this fight," The Loyal Servant grunted, funneling the green waters that encircled his hand.
"I ensure…she…will not be put into a…dreadful prison again even though…it will cost my life," The Loyal Servant added, triggering Prila to draw a long ponytail and embed it with the shrouding pinkish aura.
"Then tell me…who freed you from the prison?" The Hair Magician asked.
Martatoriot-OX desperately shoved his embedded hands, but the long ponytail lengthened elastically and tangled him by the neck. Pinkish aura unbridled from the ponytail, concealing The Loyal Servant's movement and vaporized green water traces. A tiresome sigh was exhaled from Prila's throat, hoisting her wand beside her head.
"Okay then, I have to force you," The Hair Magician uttered firmly, shoving her wand downward.
Therefore, Prila relentlessly waved her wand to the left, evoking a wild pinkish aura to tighten the pressure on The Loyal Servant's neck. Martatoriot-OX squealed at the top of his lungs as the pinkish aura continued to sting him like a hundred nails planted throughout his body.
The squeal was quickly muted after the pinkish gleam rising from The Loyal Servant's eyes, persuading Prila to withdraw her wand. Then, Martatoriot-OX bent his neck, swallowing a large gulp of saliva especially when The Hair Magician slowly loosened her ponytail's chaining grip.
"Alright let me ask you again…who freed you from your cell?" The Hair Magician asked rigidly.
"I-i-i-i-it was done…by…by…the," The Loyal Servant spoke heavily, repeatedly biting his lip before a pinkish gleam shimmering through his eyes shortly.
"It was…done by the blonde succubus girl. She was the one who freed me. The same succubus girl who aligned with…The Infamous Pendoswing from what….I…..heard," Martatoriot-OX admitted forcibly, coughing.
The Demonic Builder panted in complete distress, sensing the vibrating uneasiness within his legs. Scrap Devil clutched his arms like a person stuck in a freezing room, tilting his head from left to right as fear flooded his thoughts. Prila darted at her fellow teammate and shone her worried look at him.
Unfortunately, the integration section didn't conclude as The Hair Magician heaved her eyebrows, tapping her wand's handler. She radiated the pinkish rays through her tangling hair, forcing The Loyal Servant to cough and shimmer a temporary pinkish gleam within his squirmed eyes.
"Then, tell me how she can free you?" The Hair Magician insisted. "As far as I know, your prison has an enhanced detection for invaders."
The Loyal Servant nervously bent his neck, "I'm not…sure how to describe it honestly, but its…its…"
"It's some kind of cocoon thing…from what I remembered," Martatoriot-OX proclaimed, grunting irritatedly. "To be fair, I couldn't see before she summoned her weird tendril to drag me in."
Prila hummed, "Learning more new stealth tricks again."
Hence, The Hair Magician pulled back her hair from constricting Martatoriot-OX's neck, allowing him to gasp. Regardless, Prila directed her wand toward The Loyal Servant who groaned in heated desperation, rubbing the ground below especially when the rapid spark of energy gathered on its wand.
Unbeknownst to them, Amalia Galastar regained her consciousness slightly as she tapped the ground, ensnaring the fluid water in her eyes. A wild stream of water showered through The Actress's legs, lifting her neck and darting at Martatoriot-OX who lengthened his arms further.
"Don't worry this blast will be painless and quick," The Hair Magician assured, shoving it closer toward her foe.
As The Hair Magician was on the brink of releasing the incoming blast, a horde of water waves dashed in front of Martatoriot-OX. Prila froze in shock as she glimpsed at The Actress grabbing her loyal servant by the neck. Vindictiveness also consumed The Hair Magician by hurriedly pushing the wand, forcibly liberating a bright pink beam.
In a hassle, Amalia Galastar stomped the ground and commanded the water wave to twist her alongside The Loyal Servant into a floating watery wormhole. Eventually, the wormhole diminished its existence when the beam narrowly tried to pierce it. The Hair Magician heaved her bemused eyebrows after the beam vanished into thin air, pursuing her to flip back the wand.
"Damn it, I thought she was knocked out," The Hair Magician cursed, flinching in annoyance.
Although dread might still sting his legs, The Demonic Builder slowly headed toward his teammate. Scrap Devil also hesitantly wrapped his shivering arm before gulping, attracting The Hair Magician to turn her sight onto him. She painted her concerned look at Scrap Devil who forcibly blurted a blissful giggle.
"So those crazy duo managed to escape again?" The Demonic Builder guessed, shaking his head.
Scrap Devil groaned in bothersome, "What a shame."
Prila giggled and spoke confidently, "At least, I already exposed her crime to the rest of the world."
"Which I think it's already a win even without capturing her," The Hair Magician professed, exposing her smile.
"By the way, they worked together with The Succubus and Pendoswing right?" The Demonic Builder asked anxiously.
Prila sighed hesitantly, "I'm afraid so."
"I see….it's now obvious we faced the infamous Pendoswing….and his petrified succubus," Scrap Devil uttered, holding his throat deeply.
The Hair Magician patted him on the shoulder and showed her regretful look, "I'm sorry for spilling that information in front of you."
"Especially since you're still traumatized by what Judilia did to you back then," Prila spoke uneasily.
"It's fine, beautiful sunshine," Scrap Devil clarified, washing away the dreadfulness from clouding his mind by tittering.
"Besides, it's part of the responsibility as Triumph Makers members," The Demonic Builder added.
"Even though I didn't like it, at the end I must face it," The Demonic Builder uttered, rolling his head to the right.
The Hair Magician whistled, "True."
"It's okay, Scrap Devil," Prila replied relaxedly. "If you need help, you can just call me anytime."
"Thanks for relieving reminder," The Demonic Builder said excitedly, grasping the frightened thought that began to depart from roaming his spirit.
"By the way, let's get your parent out of here," Scrap Devil persuaded his teammate as he briefly set his focus on the old couple.
"And will you tell me how do you find me here?" The Hair Magician teased, forming her intrigued grin.
"Because I knew Mina Rodax's telepathy couldn't scan this place," Prila proclaimed.
Scrap Devil chuckled, "Sure, sure, why not."
"I bet you will be shocked with the answer," The Demonic Builder taunted, luring Prila to sneer at her teammate.
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Midnight moon brightly shone across the Gloricon area, gushing the vast chilling wind across the region. Furthermore, the cold wind spread throughout a spacious hill with dazzling yellow grasses. A village of trees with glowing bluish stems almost resembling a holographic projection waved their
The hushed atmosphere of the trees would encounter a disturbance as a watery wormhole instantaneously popped out. Then, the wormhole omitted Amalia Galastar and her loyal servant to the grasses. The wormhole shrunk without leaving any visible when The Actress suddenly kneeled, exhaling a couple of exhausted air.
"Where are…we, Ms.Galastar?" Martatoriot-OX asked, scanning the surroundings full of glowing stems and raising his eyebrows.
The Actress cleared her throat and replied, "Dalgatom Forest. A forest in Gloricon far North-East."
"This….this is the safe place….I can…think of…as for now, my….loyal servant," Amalia Galastar uttered tiredly, clenching her chest as her solidified suit peeled off its pieces like a raindrop.
At last, Amalia Galastar's liquified suit instantly evaporated into boiling smoke, fleeting to the night sky and exposing her human form filled with a couple of bruises splashed on her body. Martatoriot-OX urgently caught his master from falling to the grasses as her consciousness fainted, panting in distress.
"Ms…Galastar….Ms….GALASTAR!!MS GALASTAR!!" The Loyal Servant pleaded loudly as his voice echoed throughout the forest
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