"You forgot one thing about me again, Omnugorg," The Alien Leader whispered, peeking at the chain that tangled his stomach.
"One crucial thing," Daigrun VII teased.
In a nick of luck, a speeding white blast instantly popped beside an all shadowy-cloth Omnugorg and bashed him on the ribs. The expeditious white blast harshly jounced The Non-Human Slayer's away from Daigrun VII, incinerating the chain that pressured his stomach.
The Alien Leader also briskly flipped his body upward, misdirecting the pyramid tip as it lanced onto the ground. Afterward, Daigrun VII blared a low-pitched growl and lengthened his arms until he tore the weakened chain into several pieces, exhaling a bothersome air from lingering in his throat.
"I always…trust my ally, while you only keep fighting solely for the pride and the glory," The Alien Leader remarked, darting his sight at his enemy tumbling on the ground and grunting in annoyance.
The shadowy cloth diminished from The Non-Human Slayer's body, unveiling his true form to Daigrun VII's eyes. Then, The Alien Leader steered his sight to the back, spotting his fellow teammate, VWX, barely gasping and holding his chest with his shuddering hands. Even though his body shivering like a person being frozen, he still gathered the surging white sparks in his glasses.
VWX exhaled a constant hefty breath, centering his glasses that continued to glisten the white flashes. Daigrun VII slightly glanced at his teammate who kept charging the flashes until they sealed the entire surface of the glasses. He swiftly raised his thumb, encouraging The Laser Master to bow.
"You're correct, without the Gauntlet I could have lost this match," The Alien leader confirmed, flapping his single bug wing and hovering flexibly.
"And yes…you might put VWX in a critical state," The Alien Leader added, approaching Omnugorg.
Daigrun VII waved his fingers and chortled, "Sadly, you didn't notice…that VWX has a strong durability too."
"Ah shit, I got…consume by the obsession to take you down," The Non-Human Slayer cursed.
Omnugorg briefly cackled and shook his head, "Even though…I underestimate your weakened state, this chain is still enough to end you."
"Trust me, I'm far surrendering," The Non-Human Slayer admitted, picking the torn of chain with the pyramid tip.
"I suggest you silence your mouth, especially with your time of defeat near, Omnugorg!!" The Alien Leader warned heedfully, stretching his arms and halting his floating state to pause his fleeing movement.
Daigrun VII turned around and heaved his arms, provoking The Laser Master to push his empowered visor downward. Hence, a giant white blast descended upon The Alien Leader, disseminating the shrouding flashes within VWX glasses. He blew his sore breath before resting on the ground, falling into an unconscious state.
The falling blast intrigued The Alien Leader to stretch his arms further, gusting the streaming wind within every hole of his body. He flew closer to the blast and broadened the wind to drag it. All traces of the blast were rapidly absorbed into his holes faster than the blink of an eye.
Omnugorg slowly got up and bickered, "Absorbing…another blast from your dying friend right?
"You might gain some enhancement….but it won't be enough to put even a scratch at me," The Non-Human Slayer mumbled, rushing to Daigrun VII's direction and gloriously blaring an ear-piercing howl.
Daigrun VII waved his provoking hand, "Then, show me more of you, instead of boasting arrogantly."
"Sure I will!!" The Non-Human Slayer shouted.
Despite his current weapon being broken, The Non-Human Slayer spun it like an active windmill, leaping closer to Daigrun VII. Omnugorg scanned at his legs that channeled a dying string of red energy, gasping reluctantly before smirking and fixating his intrigued gaze at The Alien Leader.
Omnugorg widened his smirk. Even though I already lost huge chunk of my power, I still have a gut to fight this moron.
I'm also lucky…my twisted client didn't care whether I win or lose this fight. The Non-Human Slayer sniggered, gazing at Daigrun VII swiftly falling like a jet plane as his single bug wing gusted the cloud on his surroundings.
Because most likely, I couldn't win this fight. The Non-Human Slayer swung the pyramid shape-tip.
"Bring it on your best, stupid Morgozoid!!" The Non-Human Slayer provoked, locking his bloodshot eyes toward Daigrun VII.
"Your current state…will not able to best me!" Omnugorg yelled.
As the pyramid shape-tip tried to impale The Alien Leader's head, he flexibly flipped his body downward and neatly dodged it, leaving Omnugorg to yank the tip in distress. Daigrun VII jolted the air below him, catapulting him closer as the holes on his body sprightly illuminated the red gleams.
Furthermore, The Alien Leader pivoted his gliding body to the left, launching the missile projectiles on the right side of his holes. Omnugorg despertarely bounced away, but the projectiles simultaneously struck him on the stomach first. A partying explosion detonated on The Non-Human Slayer's body, roaring an excruciating shriek and losing the grip of his chain.
Daigrun VII rolled his arm and whispered, "As I told you before…you couldn't win against me."
"Especially you fought like a wild animal," Daigrun mocked coldly, letting out a chilling sigh.
"Now it's time for you to be put to rest," The Alien Leader muttered, lifting his neck and pinning the falling Omnugorg.
Daigrun VII glided downward while his remaining holes siphoned the red gleam into his knuckle and hoisted, clenching it tightly. The compacting red spark embarked on The Alien Leader's knuckle as he fluttered his wings, sundering closer toward Omnugorg who grumbled frustatedly.
"I won't be defeated…by a simple fist, stupid Morgozoid!!" The Non-Human Slayer shouted in defiance, plunging his palm to the front.
"I still…have one more shot left for you!!" The Non-Human Slayer added in heated desperation.
Omnugorg burst into delirium laughter, "I…will not falter so…so…so easily like this, Morgozoid!!"
Unfortunately, the chance for Omnugorg's counterattack failed as The Alien Leader's gleaming fist slammed on his stomach, vomiting a huge chunk of blood and panting in distress. The Non-Human Slayer bleated in excruciating pain the longer Daigrun VII thrust his gleaming further into his stomach.
"Talking like a tough guy will not help you ease this situation, Omnugorg," The Alien Leader scoffed.
Omnugorg grunted, "The…hell….the hell…you."
"Enough talking," The Alien Leader scolded.
"This fist will determine whether you can still fight or pass out!" Daigrun VII affirmed, peeking at his gleaming fist.
After bone-crushing noises entered his ears, The Alien Leader roared a determined howl and enkindled the showering red gleam to engulf his entire hand. Regardless, Daigrun VII slammed the helpless Omnugorg to the ground, dicing the bunch of massive cracking lines beneath him.
The Non-Human Slayer raised the volume of his bleat, feeling his bone being squeezed by a heavy rock. More blood puked out on his lip, especially with Daigrun VII, who revolved his knuckle to the right. His gleaming knuckle shone the humongous red wave that reached the sky above.
Eventually, the blistering wave diminished instantaneously when The Alien Leader withdrew his knuckle from pounding his foe. He neatly landed on the ground and eyed The Non-Human slayer, who quickly passed out after resting his arm alongside, dispersing the spark of energy on his palm.
"At last, this bloody battle is over," Daigrun VII uttered gladly, placing his wandering sight to the sky above.
The Alien Leader rotated his sight at the globe and spotted the ethereal form of his son still safely guarding it. A jaunty chuckle was let out by Daigrun VII as he gawked at his son, drawing his knuckle upward and spotting a cloudy speck of particles roaming on his forehand.
"I guess it's time for you to take a sweet rest, my boy, Aigran X," Daigrun VII announced placidly, giving a thankful nod to his son's ethereal form.
"Thank you for everything again" Daigrun VII added. "Without you help, I might not able to save those innocent people."
Aigran X's ethereal form raised his thumb toward his father as a bid of farewell, dispersing into hundreds of pinkish particles, sundering like a bestrewing snow. Nonetheless, the particles enfolded The Alien Leader's entire right hand, encouraging him to waving it downward.
Therefore, the bronze gauntlet of his son remains returned to guard The Alien Leader's hand. Daigrun mournfully placed the gauntlet knuckle below his chin, shedding a single line of tears on his left eye. He swiftly drove his bronze gauntlet downward, switching his attention at the view below.
The side effect of The Non-Human Slayer's defeat showed up throughout the area as the grim sky distorted like a glitch screen, bending his neck. Daigrun VII closed his eyes before immediately flapping his single bug wing to float after noticing the ground and the buildings splintering.
Afterward, The Alien Leader gripped the beaten Omnugorg by the neck and hurriedly flew to the back. He swiftly picked up the unconscious VWX on the neck before launching himself to the sky above, rotating his sight from left to right. He even extended his single bug wing further, gaining a clear sight of the arrow-shaped buildings splintered into a huge mass of ashes.
"Since this horrific realm is disappearing, I must get out of here first, and Mina Rodax for picking up the hostages," The Alien Leader whispered, placing his worried stare toward VWX, who still had his back from being engulfed by the black flare.
"Speaking about a curse," The Alien Leader murmured, scanning his sight at VWX's wounded back.
"I'm supposed, I have to call Prila to get rid of the curse," The Alien Leader whispered reluctantly.
Daigrun VII whispered, "Hang in there, my friend, Layfree, hang in there."
"I promise you will be freed from this curse as fast as….possible," The Alien Leader assured. "I owed you a lot in this mission."
As Daigrun VII stretched his wing further and flew away from the deconstructed realm, the cocoon object patiently observed him from one of the bone-shaped buildings below. The cocoon mono eye even slowly follows his direction above, reflecting the tiny yellow flash and hovering to the back.
Inside the cocoon, Gilbron clapped his hand in flaring exhilaration, broadening his exhilarated grin to the screen displaying The Alien Leader's gliding departure, emboldened Gilbron to liberate the sun-like torch to envelop his back, freeing his knuckle that glimmered an enflaming palm.
"A truly spectacular and intriguing match between the two prowess Triumph Makers and Omnugorg!!" The Young man praised, signalling Lorina to roll her eyes and bending her neck in little taste of annoyance.
"Which part of this match is your favorite, Gilbron?" Casmine's voice echoed into The Young Man's ears.
He soothedly closed his eyes and replied, "I adore the part where Omnugorg rejected the offer and awakened his hidden power."
"It's very rare to see the villain is the one who got the rising moment," Gilbron said delightfully, flipping his embarking hand.
Lorina gulped and tilted her neck to the right, "I'm more relieved that he didn't decide to spill us to the Morgozoid."
"Even better, the three of them still didn't know all of us were inside your ghostly cocoon, sis," Lorina remarked thankfully, wiping the sweat on her forehead.
"Such an effective method, especially to see the irritating Morgozoid current power. Well done…Supermodel," Lorina complimented.
"Simple, I didn't tell him he was being watched by us all this time," Casmine asserted. "But thanks for your praise, Lorina."
"By the way, Gilbron, after we escape from here, would you mind giving me some of your life force?" Casmine requested, echoing a small pant of exhaustion to The Young Man and her sister.
Gilbron smiled joyfully, "Sure."
"I can take you to a beauty shop today," The Young Man proposed. "Besides, you deserve a suitable reward for all this effort.
"Oh, thank you very much, thank you, Gilbron!" Casmine shared her gratitude happily, painting a pleased expression The Young Man's face.
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