The Alien Leader turned around and lengthened its arms after detecting the five rampaging arrows was in the brink of piercing his skull. The holes on his body gleamed the reddish gleams and unbridled flock of missile projections, intercepting the incoming barrage of arrows.
Omnugorg gasped in shuddering shock when the arrows and the missile projections clashed, detonated several smoky explosions. The missile projection decimated the barrage of arrows flawlessly, indicating the failure outcome of his hushed assault. However, the hunting desire kicked in as The Non-Human Slayer hoisted its bow, sprinting to the left.
He took a deep breath as his hand swiftly manifested the enlarged navy-blue arrow, sliding it onto his bow. The Non-Human Slayer quickly pulled the arrow and catapulted it from his grip. A flashing blue wave jounced the arrow to speedily glide to the floating Daigrun VII like a single rocket.
Instead of evading it, Daigrun VII anticipatively heaved his gauntlet and propelled at the arrow as it almost lanced his neck. The Alien Leader cleanly snatched it with his puffer-fish spike gauntlet arm, siphoning the ghastly pinkish flashes within his fingers. It prevented the speeding arrow from flying to its objective.
"You may capture the arrow, but this is just the beginning of your demise. Morgozoid!!" The Non-Human Slayer remarked, thrusting his left hand downward and radiating a racing bluish flash.
Omnugorg shoved his hand and shouted, "Now it's time for you to taste the Blue arrow of Despair!!"
Hence, the rocketing arrow spontaneously morphed into a three-foot-tall bluish arrow with a spine-like object attached to its back. It increased the hefty pressure as The Alien Leader groaned, and his grip constantly tremored, enduring his every muscle and bone breaking as the arrow continued to rush on him.
Luckily, Daigrun VII blared a relieved chuckle at the giant arrow, revovling his holding gauntlet to the right. A giant emerald net was unleashed from Daigrun VII pufferfish gauntlet, flexibly stretching itself like a slimy object and tangling the bluish arrow like catching a big fish.
"Good attack combination," The Alien Leader praised sarcastically.
"Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to stop this," Daigrun VII muttered, driving his gauntlet forward.
"Because you have fallen to the true trap," The Alien Leader announced proudly, hopping to the back.
The net projection vaporized without leaving any remains after The Alien Leader jumped away and hovered above it. The disappearance of the projection encouraged Daigrun VII to heave his gauntlet upward, darting his sight at the emerging cerulean wave and immediately concealing the arrow motion.
Observing the giant arrow being contained, Daigrun VII hastily flipped his gauntlet from left to right, covering it with pulsating wind on its puffer-fish fingers. It triggered a streaming flow of wind and absorbed the arrow's projection pieces, especially with its lower part evaporating.
More draining wind flowed into the puffer fish gauntlet, weakening the arrow as it began to fade like an out-of-battery lamp. Omnugorg exhaled frantically with his giant arrow ceased to exist as well the cerulean wave, watching the completion of The Alien Leader's draining process.
In a hasty action, The Non-Human Slayer darted his bow at his prominent prey, gathering the blistering bluish ergy on his opened palm. Then, Omnugorg jumped off from the giant mammoth, who bleated and stampeded the ground below, flapping his grip until it forged a newly navy blue arrow.
'I never thought his weird net trick could finish off one of my effective arrows with ease,' The Non-Human Slayer thought, gritting his teeth in bitterness and placing the energized arrow on his bow.
'Regardless, I'm going to try to finish him off with this arrow. Omnugorg added, tugging the arrow to the back as he gained a clear view of The Alien Leader.
Omnugorg bent his neck,'Even though taking down two Triumph Makers like this is still a big problem, I must do it since my client already paid me,'
'Unless….unless…' The Non-Human Slayer paused as he suddenly caught sight of VWX springing and pressing the right side of his glass.
"Damn you, VWX for getting in my way," The Non-Human Slayer bickered, switching his shooting position toward his next foe.
The attempt of intercepting The Laser Master failed as a V-projection abruptly surfaced on Omnugorg's chest and combusted in a small explosion. He shrieked in pain and plummeted to the ground, signaling the mammoth to rush and hop onto the sky with its master descending.
"VWX, give me some of your power!" The Alien Leader commanded loudly, drawing his folded knuckle
VWX obediently locked his watchful eyes at The Alien Leader, discharging the gray flow of energy within his glasses reflection. The Laser Master hurriedly thrust his sight upward, casting the enlarged V-projection to ram onto his leader. Nonetheless, Daigrun VII's body holes streamed the speedy wind, instantaneously sucked into his body.
Eventually, all the V projection's remains were absorbed into the hole, radiating the reddish gleams within Daigrun VII's body. Despite the giant mammoth was about to headbutt The Alien Leader, another gigantic V-projections punctually spawned on its forehead. The projection detonated into an erupting explosion and ricocheted the mammoth, squaling in misery.
The Alien Leader rotated his sight to the right and giggled gladly when he caught VWX's descending after withdrawing his head. Furthermore, Daigrun VII noticed The Laser Master crossed his arm, shifting all the V-letters on his suit into X and kicking the air below that jounced him closer to the mammoth.
"Nice job, VWX," The Alien Leader complimented his steamate, returning his sight at Omnugorg.
Hence, Daigrun VII extended his single wing and soared closer to The Non-Human Slayer who sluggishly lifted his bow. He desperately freed the spark of navy blue energy from his stammering grip, forging three energized arrows. Even though his body continued to fall closer, Omnugorg stitched his three arrows on the bow, closing his eyes reluctantly and hauling it to the back.
"You will not defeat me this time, damn Morgozoid!" The Non-Human Slayer proclaimed, lowering the pitch of his voice.
"You alien always cause massive problem on here!!" Omnugorg accused. "Including the Distrunian invasion a thousand years ago!"
"And even The Ozmonian invasions, too!" Omnugorg added, transferring more navy blue energy to his three arrows that continuously grew to three times their original size, making his fingers small by comparison.
As The Non-Human Slayer was about to free the enlarged arrows from his grip, Daigrun VII heaved his arms upward. The horde of reddish missile projections speedily launched and rained upon Omnugorg, who gasped in disbelief. Some of the projections declared the partying explosion that vaporized the arrows.
It even detonated onto The Non-Human Slayer's limbs, uncontrollably losing the grip on his arrow and bleating a gut-wrenching screech. The missile also tore some part of his clothes and pounded him further, harshly landing onto the ground as its impact spread a wide cracking line beneath him.
Omnugorg puked a small chunk of blood, enduring a stinging back pain. He squaled and struggled to lift his hefty body. Afterward, The Alien Leader smoothly landed beside his beaten enemy, transfusing the remaining red gleams on his hole's below part into his left knuckle.
A glimmering reddish cloth materialized on The Alien Leader's knuckle, gawking his sight at Omnugorg who sneered in frustation. Regardless, Daigrun VII discharged a small red storm on his knuckle and hurled it onto The Non-Human Slayer's face. It provoked Omnugorg to generate an imminent bluish spark through his eyes.
In heated desperation, The Non-Human Slayer drew his opened hand and reemerged the bone-like bow to block his face. Hence, the reddish knuckle smashed the bow and fractured it into a bunch of pieces, scattering them throughout the ground. Omnugorg hesitantly bit his lip at Daigrun VII, who shone his surprised expression.
"You better stop your acting and show who exactly you are, Omnugorg," The Alien Leader insisted, flapping his knuckle and dispersing the red cloth.
"Certainly, I knew you are not an extremist misanthropic," Daigrun VII called out, exhaling a sigh.
"Instead, you are just a selfish bounty hunter who only wanted an easy way," The Alien Leader proclaimed bluntly.
The Non-Human Slayer frantically groaned when he darted his stare at Daigrun VII's rigid look, crawling the ground with his trembling fingers. Massive bluish sparks resonated under his feet as Omnugorg panted, alerting The Alien Leader to charge a pinkish flash on his gauntlet.
"The rest of The Triumph Makers already knew who you are from the last time you were captured," The Alien Leader announced, shoving his gauntlet closer toward Omnugorg and shifting the flash color into emerald.
"Especially of the cruel way of how you obtained The Barzabath Bow," Daigrun VII mentioned.
"So now tell me, where exactly are your fellow criminals and Pendoswing hiding?" Daigrun VII asked affirmatively.
"And this is my second question, do you know the complete plan of your client?" Daigrun VII added, pushing his gauntlet closer to The Non-Human Slayer's face as he whimpered in dread.
"Answer this quickly, or else I'm going to drain a bit of your power, Omnugorg," Daigrun VII remarked.
The interrogation didn't go in a tidy pace as The Non-Human Slayer unbridled an eveloping bluish aura sprung on his back. Even though the Alien Leader almost gripped his foe's face, Omnugorg luckily evaded by letting the aura tackle the ground and bounce him away from the danger.
The Non-Human Slayer burst into an outloud laugther of deligthment, fueling his palms with another wave of navy blue sparks. An odd furrow painted Daigrun VII especially when he scanned his surroundings, shimmering his eyes with ray of light and spotting a couple of inhuman silhouettes trailed under the ground.
"Even without The Stupid Telepath, you still figure out my acting," Omnugorg guessed, returning to his usual face. "I bet you already knew the misantrophic gimmick in our first encounter."
Daigrun VII sighed and admitted, "Honestly, yes."
"I'm always aware of your pathetic or annoying acting, Omnugorg," Daigrun VII uttered firmly.
"However, the most shocking part about you is The Barzabath Bow's origin," The Alien Leader said, heaving his incited frown. "Especially after Mina Rodax scan your mind when you're unconscious."
"You're one of the most heartless criminals I have ever seen in my entire life!!" Daigrun VII exclaimed and shouted. "You sacrificed your daughter just for the sake of continuing your job!!"
The Non-Human Slayer shook his head and whistled, "Call me a monster or a devil, I don't mind with it."
"Besides, a bounty hunter needed to have an efficient weapon for its client's satisfaction," The Non-Human Slayer assured, generating the bluish spark to embed his forehands .
"And to achieve it, a sacrifice must be made, Morgozoid," Omnugorg spoke. "Even a family member can become a perfect tribute."
Daigrun VII slowly stepped forward and folded his knuckles in intense anger as The Non-Human Slayer, blowing a perplexed whistle and clapping in excitement. With The Alien Leader approaching him, Omnugorg cautiously pinned at the puffer fish gauntlet, tapping his chin.
"Then, how about your gauntlet?" Omnugorg argued scornfully.
The Non-Human Slayer pointed his finger at the bow and taunted, "You gained it literally from your deceased son, right?"
The Alien Leader paused his step and grunted in vexation at Omnugorg stretched his arm, summoning the navy blue spark. The bronze gautnlet siphoneed the pinkish gleam as Daigrun VII fixated his resentful glare at The Non-Human Slayer, who twirled his hand to the left, bringing the bone-like bow into the area and swiftly catching it.
"How did you even know that information?" Daigrun VII demanded. "I only share this information with my teammate."
Omnugorg chirped and teased, "You shouldn't answer a question with a question, Morgozoid."
"But since you're curious, I shall gave the answer you wanted," Omnugorg uttered Simple enough, I learned about your past life from one of the victims from one of my criminal friends," The Non-Human Slayer mentioned.
"The friend who built this magnficentsuit," Omnugorg resumed his statement,
"Even better. He has a good connection with otherworldly being stuff including the famous Morgozid hero, Daigrun VII."
"Sadly, I didn't tell my friend that I already escaped again," The Non-Human Slayer said, shrugging it off and flipping his bow.
"I guess settling the score with my failed bounty is much more important, especially with the client already paid a huge amount of money from it," Omnugorg added.
The Alien Leader wheezed his uneasy air at Omnugorg, who swung his bow at his foe when a quaking noise intruded his ears. Furthermore, Daigrun VII slid his leg to the left and hauled his gauntlet that raised the brightness of the emerald flash. Nonetheless, the Alien Leader latched his hand onto the gauntlet's grip.
Daigrun VII hummed, "I see."
"You knew this information from our first encounter, too?" The Alien Leader asked vigilantly, darting his sight below and spotting the continuous cracking lines as well as a contorted howl.
Omnugorg cackled, "Indeed, indeed."
"You're not the only one who is being cautious toward his enemy," The Non-Human Slayer affirmed, tilting his head from left to right.
"Including an evolved Morgozoid such as you," Omnugorg uttered. "I am even surprised that you used to be a bartender."
"Studying your victim before hunting them down?" The Alien Leader guessed, lengthening his bug wing and flapping his seal-tail.
"I supposed I underestimated your intelligence and ingenuity, heartless bounty hunter," Daigrun VII professed, casting the pinkish cloth through the back of his wing as he kindled more caution at his current foe.
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