MF shrugged off the mental pain and immediately gathered the broken fragments of her blood, she conjured a sword and proceeded to slice-and-dice until there was nothing to chop. She used her wings propulsion to help her maneuvered the swinging angle effectively; all that was left of the battle puppet's remains were ashes and atoms.
Even within her state of perpetual rage, MF caught the secret behind the barrier. All that she needed was the solid chunk of the blocking forces that immediately disappeared when in contact with her umbrella-hammer.
To prove her theory, MF threw a wide chunk of her blood at sonic speed, an abundance of them. Seven missed and only one managed to land but it was enough information for her to plan the next course of action.
The force of mass surrounding her barrier disappeared with the same amount of space fluctuation.
An object or manifestation that was fueled by mana always had a magnetic wavelength within them even if it was abysmal, MF didn't throw the chance to abuse it so she enhanced her space and force perception to its fullest, although she haven't found a way to make it automatic, so she needed to do it manually, which mean more stress for her brain to multitask.
Calculating the absence of the ferromagnetism is the key, and she finally found the weakness at last.
"Kekeke, it's my turn~!"
She conjured a giant chainsaw with her blood. The fiery devil rushed in. With numerous spears launched from her wings as distractions, she managed to land her chainsaw and shred the barrier.
"Kuh!"
49 barriers were splintered away in such a short amount of time. Damascus immediately blasted the area with an explosion spell to propel herself away from the mad devil. The pure kinetic energy released was enough to destroy a whole mountain.
19 barriers left.
Damascus did suffer some damage as she opened a hole within her barrier so that she would be affected by the shockwave to be propelled, but that couldn't be compared to the damage that MF received.
Like taking a small nuke head on without anything to reduce the blast, as it was so abrupt that MF wasn't able to react—she lost all of her legs and one arm, her face was deformed to the point that her brain could be seen exposed.
Her organs fell, some were dangling. Luckily, her 'Mana Reactor' was still good as new. MF had already coded her blood to immediately heal her when an insufferable amount of damage had been done. Using the overclocked amount of energy and mana she had, it only took ten seconds for her to fully regenerate.
Damascus threw her giant lance to be the finishing blow—until it was nullified by a giant living armor that was protecting her target.
Like a dark paladin who saved their damsel in distress, Tuli managed to be useful even for a second. MF didn't really trust her in the end so she planted her palm onto the inner wall of the living armor to inject cancer cells with denser steel layering.
The lance that was swatted by the gauntlet of the giant steel had repositioned its direction. As if it knew where MF was, it seeked to the stomach area of the steel giant. The missile-like lance then reshaped its tips into a drill with thousands of pushing formations that were constructed by golden machineries within it.
"HUWAAAAA! MASTER!!"
Of course, MF forbade this situation. She fortified the whole armor. The cancer cells with a timer for the steel-layering reached into the palm of the gauntlet, constructing a nasty handheld weapon with jagged tips in all directions.
Every tip was planted by her 'Destructive Blood' that had the shards of materials from numerous ores she harvested back then. Good against machinery, and it was coded to run a hammock when in contact by heavy impact.
The incendiary smoke and fire that coated MF's skin was slowly diminishing. Like an engine that ran for too long, the gears on MF's mind were slowly getting clogged one by one because of the turmoil made by her conflicting symbol pills.
Her energy and mana regen could only handle the massive demand this far.
The stress, she only needed a second to rest but it was so hard to get without messing up something. Her lips poured blood because of her clenched teeth. With the sliver of energy she could muster, MF pushed everything onto her voice.
"JAM IT!!!!"
"HURRAH!!"
Tuli commanded her steel giant to impale the unrelenting drill that almost pierced the armor. The destructive blood acted as on how it was programmed to, neutralizing the giant machinery's inside of the lance, together with all of the magic formations constructed by it.
"M-master! Are you okay!?" Tuli asked with genuine distress.
"I appreciate the close call," MF said, before she shouted to her adversary, "Lady Damascus! Let's make a truce for now, an important matter has come to hand."
The lady of the throne wafted forward without any killing intent. "Indeed, it would be wondrous if I was to be killed by you, definitely not by the hand of that atrocious thing."
They didn't call a truce for a simple reason. Something had appeared without invitation from the sky.
A few kilometers from their current position. An androgynous humanoid, albeit looking to be a bit feminine, they're given the epithet of 'destructive and antagonistic' despite their extravagant appearance.
Two wings spanned long as it tried to cradle that entity. A thick halo four times the size of the humanoid head, consisting of a gold-like metal with small runes engraved that shone its radiant light. The entity's appearance was child-like, representing pureness and youth.
Anvriel, an Angel.
Continental annihilation counted: 2
Subjugation efforts made by the association: 3, all of them failed. 667 high ranked personnel had been killed.
Threat Level: Continental.
Singularity Code: Heaven's Juggernaut.
The sky became clear, as if heaven opened its grace.
MF felt a heavy repulsion, Tuli didn't know what was happening, and Damascus showed her fangs to the dangerous visitors.
"We shan't be afraid."