The fleeing particles originating from The Tuskadian Elephant briskly glided above Omnugorg when he continuously waved his hand. Recognizing the particles descending upon him, The Non-Human Slayer grabbed it with his grip and spontaneously reshaped it into a long crimson bone-shaped arrow.
A pressuring storm gusted onto Daigrun VII, who blocked his face with the bronze gauntlet, gathering the surging pinkish gleam on its fingers. Although the storm passed him, The Alien Leader wasn't blown away as his single bug wing repeatedly flapped, producing more particles that enveloped his body and prevented him from being blown away.
"You're persistent, this arrow will fly at you, Morgozoid?" The Non-Human Slayer taunted, spinning the newly forged arrow and stitching it to the bone bow.
Daigrun VII grunted, "If you wanted to shoot me, go ahead. I will not hesistate"
"Just don't do it to the hostages, Omnugorg," The Alien Leader pleaded, gaping at the giant globe that still encaged the civilians.
"Do not shoot The Endless Slaughter Arrow at them. They didn't deserve to be sacrificed in our bloodshed!!" Daigrun VII insisted, thrusting the bronze gauntlet and tributing the pinkish gleam to transform into the emerald one.
"Just…shoot me instead. Come…on….Omnugorg," The Alien Leader demanded, prodding his chest.
"Unless…if you still like your old self, treating civilians is just like a nuisance that you didn't even bother to kill."
Omnugorg winced irritatedly. Why the hell does he say those kinds of things?'
Does this Morgoizoid possess a telepathic power too or simply very good at observing my movement?' The Non-Human Slayer questioned in confusion. 'It's like he predicted what I'm going to do next.
Then, The Non-Human Slayer cautiously pulled his empowered arrow to the back and blasted the bestrewing red sparks on its back like a rocket on the brink of launch. Omnugorg hesitantly lifted his neck and flinched at the resilient Daigrun VII, stomping the ground and carving a cracking line beneath him.
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The Non-Human Slayer panted, 'Even though I shot him with The Endless Slaughter Arrow, I bet his irritating gauntlet will counter it,'
'If think about it again, it's more like a desperate taunt.' Omnugorg smirked, hauling his arrow further.
The Non-Human Slayer tittered. 'I believed his net-thing from the gauntlet couldn't catch up with my arrow, let alone his bug wing's speed.'
"Are you ready to face your impediment execution, Disgusting Morgozoid?" Omnugorg said, lowering the pitch of his voice as he aimed his blistering arrow toward The Alien Leader who firmly darted his heedful gaze at him.
"If so…this reliable arrow will send your soul straight to hell!!" The Non-Human Slayer shouted.
Nonetheless, Omnugorg launched the crimson arrow that flew like a sinking plane as it bestrewed a massive flame-like wave. Moreover, The Non-Human Slayer was drowned deeply by a small pool of blood beneath him, letting The Alien Leader propel his gauntlet in immense desperation.
Instead of transfixing his gauntlet, the arrow promptly dispersed from the naked eyes, alerting The Alien Leader to gasp in bewilderment. However, a horrific realization kicked in as Daigrun VII hurriedly pinned his sight to the globe, frosting a petrified look to the flashy sighting above.
Specifically, The Alien Leader captured the arrow respawned on the globe, and sped up its growth until it became huge. The more distressing thing struck Daigrun VII's eyes as the crimson arrow transformed into the kindling silhouette of The Tuskadian Mammoth's barging forward.
Daigrun VII moved his gauntlet beneath his chin and chanted, "Please…I'm truly counting on you."
"Legiron VI!!" The Alien Leader announced, shoving his bronze gauntlet upward and discharging the resonating green blinding wave.
Boiling water showered under the bronze gauntlet as The Alien Leader directed it to the globe especially when the mammoth projection was on the brink of ramming. The blinding wave vanished alongside the gauntlet faster than lightspeed. Furthermore, an emerald humanoid figure instantaneously materialized in the front of the Tuskadian Mammoth projection.
The figure gently pushed his palm onto The Mammoth's forehead, unbridling the cerulean particles throughout the sky. The Tuskadian Mammoth forcibly bowed its head with more particles trespassing on its head, canceling the incoming ram onto the globe. The hushed infection began with sprawling bluish lines intruding into its stomach.
Omnugorg, who recently resurfaced on the smaller bone-building rooftop, groaned in defiance at the scenery above. The Non-Human Slayer helplessly witnessed his elephant projection shift its color into the azure color, marking that the cerulean particle infection had reached its completion.
"What…the hell is going on?" The Non-Human Slayer cursed, trembling his hands and frigidly biting his lip.
"Holy…shit!!...Holy Shit!" Omnugorg added, gritting and grumbling in combusting frustration.
"It was…not a taunt all along. It made…me like an amateur idiot," The Non-Human Slayer bickered, drawing his bone-shape bow and emerging the pack of navy blue sparks on his opened palm.
He shakily shook his head when the infected Mammoth abruptly splintered into hundreds of particles, dropping his jaw in devastation. The floating humanoid figure opened its mouth, sucking all the particles like a quicksand. Glimmering blue flashes reflected inside its stomach, flexibly heaving its arms.
A cocoon-shaped projection manifested on The Humanoid's back right side before divulging its true form: a single dragonfly wing soared. The humanoid's head was flexibly reshaped into a Z-shape, folding its compressed hands. Even its body also remodeled into a muscular one after extracting every bluish particle remaining, unveiling its true form to the rest of the arena.
"Unbelievable," The Non-Human Slayer said disdainfully.
"I hate to believe The Endless Slaugther's arrow being…defeated like this!!" Omnugorg wrangled.
The Non-Human Slayer gawked at the floating figure, revolving his hand that materialized a bluish arrow in his grip. He slid his arrow onto the bow in a hassle, locking its current target at the figure. Then, Omnugorg pulled it to the back, firing the spreading bluish particles on its back.
'Hope this stupid figure thing didn't have any more hidden….surprise, again?' The Non-Human Slayer bit his lip, siphoning the wavering bluish particles from his fingers and enlarging the arrow size when he directed to the globe's below left, afar from the floating figure's reach.
Omnugorg freed his grip to catapult the newest arrow which rapidly grew the longer it soared to the globe. The arrow immediately multiplied its size until the same as the globe, triggering the flowing bluish wind to gust from its beak. Despite exhaling a tired breath, The Non-Human Slayer blew a sigh, holding optimism for his newest arrow.
Sadly, the arrow couldn't land its implement with the floating figure suddenly teleported, grabbing it with its grip flawlessly. The Non-Human Slayer chuntered in distraught, almost losing the group on his bow. Despondency was inflicted within Omnugorg's mind by gasping and quivering his legs, motionlessly watching the figure crush the giant arrow until it crumbled into scattering dust.
"The…hell….the hell?" The Non-Human Slayer whispered, tilting his staggering neck from right to left.
"What's truly going on right now?" Omnugorg asked frustratedly, glimpsing into the back and gaining sight of The Alien Leader swiftly landed behind him.
Daigrun VII coughed and uttered, "You're wondering that all your cowardly attacks didn't land on The Globe?"
"It's freaking obvious!!" The Non-Human Slayer scoffed, turning his heedful sight at Daigrun VII.
"Furthermore, I'm even more shocked that you can even predict my reliable arrow true's landing spot," Omnugorg muttered.
The Alien Leader crossed his arms and giggled, "I can see your confusion and frustration consuming your thoughts."
"Like I said before, I have a good bond with the gauntlet unlike you and your weapon, Omnugorg," Daigrun VII clarified, elevating his hand, no longer covered by the bronze gauntlet.
"And a good bond can help you win a fight," The Alien Leader spoke, pinning his finger at the protected globe briefly.
The Non-Human Slayer groaned and guessed, "Your weird gauntlet can summon your son to become a guardian of the hostage globe?"
"Indeed. The spirit of my son," Daigrun VII confirmed and resumed. "Although you are not well known for not making a cowardly move, I'm still open-minded about this possibility."
"Unfortunately, it's finally come true," The Alien Leader beckoned, gushing the hefty air from his throat.
"Especially with your desperation to win this fight," Daigrun VII said rigidly. "In short, I and VWX I controlled the flow of this battle since the beginning."
"I suggest forfeiting this battle, Omnugorg," The Alien Leader suggested.
The Non-Human Slayer heaved his agitated eyebrows and darted his gaze below sorrowfully, dropping the bow onto the ground. The unnerving dread forcibly bent Omnugorg to kneel, scratching the rooftop's floor in disappointment. He also bowed his neck, continuously grumbling.
More bleakness debuted in The Non-Human Slayer as his anguished scowl rotated to the left, capturing another heroic figure slowly walking in his direction. Concisely, Omnugorg motionlessly observed The Laser Master, VWX coldly approached him, reflecting the light flash in his glasses.
Even though the left side of his clothes was torn off and exposed his bruised chest, The Laser Master resiliently stepped forward. VWX paused his steps when he detected The Alien Leader's presence, puffing a large gust of exhausted air from his lung. He also rolled his injured arm, shutting the flashes in his eyes.
"Is this crazy misanthropist trying to shoot the hostages, Daigrun?" The Laser Master asked sternly.
Daigrun VII nodded and replied regretfully, "Unfortunately, yes. I'm sorry for telling you he won't do it."
"No need to worry about it," The Laser Master assured, spotting the spirited guardian persistently hovering on the globe. "At least, you can save the civilians with your son's spirit."
"Which means you couldn't use your gauntlet temporarily right, Daigrun?" VWX guessed, pointing his finger at The Alien Leader's hand which no longer possessed the bronze gauntlet.
Daigrun VII sighed, "Precisely. I commanded it to protect the hostage."
"Nice move," VWX praised.
"Anyway, do you still have a lot of energy?" The Alien Leader asked, inspecting the injured part of his comrade.
VWX raised his thumb and confirmed, "Of course."
"Even though facing almost a hundred bizarre monsters, my energy is not drastically drained," The Laser Master exclaimed, scrubbing his bruises on the torn-off apart.
VWX cackled, "They are more like nuisance obstacles."
"Good to hear that," The Alien Leader replied gladly.
Afterward, The Triumph Makers centered their attention on Omnugorg who desperately crawled on the ground. The Alien Leader hurriedly extended his single bug wing and flew closer to his sworn enemy, followed by The Laser Master sprinting. Hence, the two heroes arrived, commencing their secured interrogation at The Non-Human Slayer.
Unnerving dread might still consume The Non-Human Slayer, but he quickly lifted his neck and marked his bemused gaze at one of Daigrun VII's hands. Omnugorg got up his upper body, jeering and placing his knuckle on the back. VWX pressed the side part of his glasses in wariness toward his dejected foe, inhaling a deep breath to cool off the doubtfulness.
"Why…you…didn't use your gauntlet super sealing move toward…me?" The Non-Human Slayer proposed a question.
"At first, I wanted to do it to you, but sadly, you chose to switch target at the Talosnis's civilians," Daigrun VII said collectedly.
"And you must be trying to predict, I will use my wing and become a human shield for them?" The Alien Leader guessed.
Omnugorg pressed his knuckle. "S-s-mart…guess again."
"I knew this possibility would happen," The Alien Leader admitted. "A possibility where I must dispatch my gauntlet."
"That's…why you…needed VWX for this?" The Non-Human Slayer countered, sneering at VWX.
"Correct," Daigrun VII admitted, crossing his arms. "Power alone is not enough to win everything."
"Sometimes, you need to have a strong and effective bond too, Omnugorg" The Alien Leader proclaimed, marking his finger to the bow. "Even your daughter's bow isn't always able to finish the bounty."
"You solely rely on one thing, which is a huge mistake," Daigrun VII muttered, provoking The Non-Human Slayer to groan.
Omnugorg hissed and whispered. "Tch…damn you."
"Let's move on. Where is the location of the other escapees?" The Alien Leader declared another attempt at the interrogation.
"Remember, if you answer this, I will reduce your sentence or allow you to aid us in stopping The Infamous Pendoswing," Daigrun VII announced the reminder.
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