A group of five floating large navy blue buses with shimmering green lines speedily hovered on the chaotic street. One of the evacuation buses on the back dispersed its door into a hundred holographic particles, providing an opportunity for the citizens near the red building that took the shape of the giant boots to run into the i5.
The jade armored police with their armor shimmering the sky-blue lines, sharpened their sight to the videotape displaying all the citizens from the red building entering and occupying the seat. More specifically, the policeman sat on the driver's seat, flipping the tiny green lever that generated the flock of particles that merged into the holographic wall, erasing its sparkling surfaces to regenerate the door.
"Unit E reported the evacuation in Goshot Sports Station is completed," The Policemen announced with a firm tone.
"Noted," The Contorted voice belonging to the Policewoman echoed into his ears.
"Do we have a danger in our path?" The Policemen asked with a concerned tone.
"Code red," The Policewoman responded with a heedful tone. "We have a couple of Wyverns blocking our path and as usual they disabled the access for us to teleport and Toxin Sentries barricaded our front line."
On the edge front of the road, five cobra-headed wyverns resonated the ear-piercing soundwave toward the evacuation car that stopped its gliding motion. Below the flapping wyverns, six hulking and scaly surfaces, the violet-armored man with a golden cobra head blocked the evacuation path.
Three cylinder tubes containing the emerald liquid magnetically attached on its spine. boiling out the ghastly purplish smoke on the sentry crocodiles's feet. Inside each of the sentries, Uprising Venom soldiers strictly chained their limbs to gain full control of the sentry. They omitted the barrage of gasses, spreading more smoke, and propelled the sentries' snake-headed arm cannon collecting the huge mass of purple energies.
"FIRE NOW!!" The Uprising Venom soldier on the front shouted.
Five of the Uprising Venom soldier bombarded the blast volley from their hand cannon, rallying at the police car. However, a flourishing sapphire mist vastly flowed throughout the area, reducing the volleys into nothingness faster than the blink of an eye.
"Soldiers be careful. The telepathic devil herself, Mina Rodax appeared from there," The Uprising venom shouted, darting his sight to the alleyway between the pinkish prism building and the blocky rainbow colored tall building,
An iron-clad shadowy female figure flickered its shining glimmering aqua blue flashes from her eyes. She fluently waved her left hand above and channeled a storm of sapphire particles on her arm. Her reaction triggered both the Sentries to rotate their arm cannon to her and some Wyverns to close their mouths.
"Fall to a deep slumber, Uprising Venom," The Iron Clad Woman spoke, lashing her hand downward.
The sapphire mist instantaneously encircled themselves above the wyverns, transforming themselves into dazzling hurricanes. The presence of the hurricanes alerted the sentries to hurtle back from the scene alongside the wyverns who sailed their wings to retreat, broadening the watchful eyes of the figure.
The hurricanes sundered upon The Uprising Venoms, detonating when harshly pounding the ground below. The windy wave spaciously spread until reaching the far edge of the street. The wave's passing simultaneously stunned any movement of the wyverns and the rest of the sentries.
Furthermore, all the sentries and the wyverns uncontrollably plummeted to the ground, blinking out the glimmering light within their eyes. The Uprising Venom interceptors were now completely fell into a deep sleep by the touches of the wave. The policewoman who inside the front evacuation buses could breathe out their relieving air.
"Unit B,C, D, and E, the road is clear. We can all thank Mina Rodax" The Policewoman reported, pressing the button on the far right. "It's time to move and find more hostages.
"Understood," The compiled voices of the policemen from the other evacuation cars echoed into their ears.
Hence, all the evacuation buses began to glide forward again, continuing their search for more unlucky citizens to be rescued from the chaotic invasion. The Iron Clad Woman thankfully bowed her head and smoothly flew out from the darkness of the alleyway, dropping her feet into a standing position.
"The South area is clear," Mina Rodax sent a telepathic message.
At last, Mina Rodax showed her true form in the South Area of Teldrium, valiantly scanning her surroundings. She covered her entire head with the fiber aqua-blue helmet with its surface as a diamond. A bleached white mask with its face reassembled a falcon, especially with the crystalized yellow beak planted on the mouth part.
A hoary small statue of the falcon dashing upward was stitched on the back of her helmet, prospering the sapphire gleam that became the current color of the feathery surface neck. A bright half-sapphire cape with a surface closely semblance an eagle feather strapped on his back, covering the pale white suit.
The front side of her body was plated by the four tiles of rectangular glasses compiled on her chalky armor. A large blue opal with the shape of a sharp falcon eye fastened on Mina Rodax's chest, becoming the center of the glimmering sapphire light that shimmered through the surface of the glasses.
A tight white sleeve seethed both her hands and shimmered the glimmering navy blue light within the branching lines. Plummed-surface pants enveloped her entire lower half, flickering the glaring sapphire lights that turned its central color. Elongated glassy kneepads shielded the front part of her legs, reflecting the azure blue rays throughout the spider-web-like cracking lines.
Flaxen jewel boots engulfed her feet and blistered thousands of sapphire particles on the tarsal tunnel. The boots swiftly levitated when Mina Rodax flew forward, thrusting her head to the back as her thought distortedly echoed the screeching noise of the citizens miles away from her distance.
"I sensed an imminent danger in the North East," Mina Rodax signaled her telepathic warning by tapping her head. "More specifically, the danger that occurred in front of Draguna Hotel is."
"Are there any Triumph Makers who are near the location?" Mina Rodax asked with a worriedness consuming her voice.
"Chill, chill, Mina Rodax," A clattering voice of the man entered the telepathic communication. "Scrap Devil is nearby the location."
"Good, good, good to hear that," Mina Rodax said, gladly nodding. "Hurry. Both the U-V droids and the Gloricon Policemen have already fallen."
"As I said before, chill, Cangatha. I was about to intercept those asshats," Scrap Devil confidently uttered.
The telepathic call commenced its relieving and reached one of the Triumph Makers members on North East, Scrap Devil. More precisely, a forest green chain mail covering his entire body stood on the top of the building close by the Draguna Hotel, a three-story tube-shaped hotel with an enormous projection of the indigo dragon constricted the building from the middle until the highest point.
A devil-face helmet with the entirety of its surface secured his head and was forged from the compile of tiny scrap metal surfaces such as buzzsaw, needles, and many others. Even the long mountain goat was a combination of the needles that lightened up the molten torches on the tips.
Even the whole chain mail surface was composed of thousands of diverse scrap such as palm-size scrap disks on his cheesy, two sides torn pieces of the car door on his ribs, ant-horde of needles flooding from the chest until his stomach. Ten splintered square alarms stuck on the whole surface of his back.
His arms were plated by around fifty metal pipes that bound together and carotid small drills bolted on Scrap Devil's fingers. His entire lower part was encrusted with thousands of coins tidily mashing together into a pant. He rapidly flexed the muscle on his neck from left to right, gazing at the harrowing view below.
Around twenty soldiers guarded the dreaded citizens who caged on the emerald bubbly barrier with the projection of the snake circling them. Behind the soldiers, five Sentries guarded them and rotated their sight to scan any incoming danger in the hotel's main hall which had a projection of the waterfall flexibly dancing on the middle water pond.
"Time to build massive scrap hordes." Scrap Devil whispered, flashing jade light within his circulated eyes and swarming his feet with the green dusty wind.
He speedily dashed down and stepped on the building as if it were a regular road due to his intense density. More dusty winds blew on his feet as Scrap Devil hastily stepped foot on the lowest ground of the building, readying to intercept the foes.
The huge mass of ghastly steam simmered from Scrap Devil's palms, shooting his bolting sight on the view across. He flexibly bent his neck at 180 degrees and repeatedly kicked down, producing more dusty wind beneath his feet. Scrap Devil pointed his sight upward, excitedly giggling.
Therefore, Scrap Devil jolted the below air and cavorted, leaving a trail of gasses behind him as he instantly stepped on the above distance of the Uprising Venom Soldiers. Discovering the sighting of the heroic invader alerted The Soldiers to direct their glowing cobra-headed wands, exuding the dark purple orb in its mouth.
"Come on, venomous fanatic, can you slow poke land all the blasts on me?" Scrap Devil provoked, gyrating himself like a small tornado. He initiated the last spin to the left, thickening the wind beneath his feet.
Multitude snake-shaped projectiles leased out from all of the Uprising Venom Soldiers's wands, gliding in a zig-zag motion as they headed in Scrap Devil's direction. The sentries also joined the bombarding assault by firing off the blast volleys toward their enemies who tensely clapped their hands.
Scrap Devil speedily hurtled from up to down, evading every incoming blast volley and the snake projectile with ease. In growing frustration, The Uprising Venom Soldiers flipped upward their wands to unbind more snake-shaped projectiles fleeing to their speedy foes. Even some of the sentries leaped to the right, charging more energy on their hands before liberating the giant beams.
Instead of drowning in danger, Scrap Devil hared his feet to the back and blustered the wild streaming wind on his spine. The Hero grasped a clean momentum to counterattack as he catapulted closer to the soldier. Then with his speed faster than a millisecond, Scrap Devil ran in a circle, leaving a trail of the enlarged green mist as he passed by.
The Uprising Venom Soldiers withdrew their snake after watching the circling mist barricading them, hurriedly scanning the surroundings. An unbending dread trembled upon The Soldiers as they moved close to each other, slightly grasping the blinking silhouette of Scrap Devil leap from up to down.
"Be prepared for the worst. This demonic scrap demon using his mist technique again," The soldier on the very left warned the others.
The mist eventually disseminated into thin air when Scrap Devil smoothly jounced to the sky as if he jumped high on the trampoline. He left the perfect present for the twenty soldiers which were tiny turrets with small boxes made of combined scraps carrying the bee string muzzles. Moreover, all the twenty turrets blocked the soldiers' path like a group of predators, instantly gathering the untamed gasses on their muzzles.
Rioting firing commenced with each turret automatically hurling the guzzling jade projectiles that moved similarly to electrical strings. Despite the effort of The Uprisng Venom Soldiers to direct their wands forward, the projectiles jolted them first. Even worse, they hadn't omitted a trace of the energy on the wands.
All The Soldiers who endured the projectiles began to feel their bodies tangled by hundreds of surging vines, electrocuting them. Twisted shrieks blared from the soldiers, bearing the pain similar to being stung by a pool of electrical eels, especially with their bodies disorderly convulsing.
Obtaining the sighting that all The Uprising Venom Soldiers had fallen, the five sentries rushed back, hoisting their emitting hands. Unbeknownst to them, a green mist gushed above the clouds and slightly unveiled the silhouette of the Scrap Devil glided in a full circle, grasping the tiny pieces of the fog and thrusting it into the middle.
"That…Devil!!!' One of the sentries frantically shouted
The fog blew away to debut a behemoth long rifle made of nails and scrap disks. The muzzle of the riffles manifested into the shape of the long devil horn, gathering an instant-growing mist. Scrap Devil precisely aimed its finest creation toward The Sentries, alerting the ones on the left to glance at him.
"This is what I call finishing this Bozos with a literal junk part," Scrap Devil whispered eagerly, ramming the handler.
A gigantic hade orb broke free by crumbling apart the rifle's muzzle, encouraging Scrap Devil to dash away and head to the citizens who were held captive. The Sentries who tried to retreat only met failure when the orb meteorically pounded the ground and mounted the thundering mist that encroached on all of them at once. The single touch of the mist zapped through the soldiers inside the sentries and howled unbending shrieks on top of their lungs, leading the sentries to shut off the light within their eyes.
A loud cheer of serenity echoed through the hostages as Scrap Devil walked to them after recently landing, waving his hands. Even a little boy who was once consumed by sorrow wiped out his tears and cavorted near the barrier. The Mist Forger took notice of the little boy, gesturing a salute hand that he placed on his forehead.
"Alright, my beloved citizens of Teldrium, you are all safe with me," Scrap Devil uttered, rubbing his hands altogether and blowing out a palm-sized mist.
Scrap Devil repeatedly mashed his hand and flexibly bent the palm-sized mist as if the main material was clay. At last, the mist finally vanished, forging the newest weapon which was a pistol consisting of shattered pieces from the knife blade with a devil horn-shaped double barrel.
"As for now, don't come any closer, everyone," Scrap Devil brightly warned the citizens who cautiously stepped back, launching the spiraling beam into the barrier, and ramming into the snake projection.
The single strike of the beam fractured both the snakes and the barricading barrier, confirming the success of Scrap Devil's rescue mission. The citizens were awed and yet separately expressed their thankfulness toward The Mist Forger by bowing their heads, folding their hands, and many other ways.
"Mina Rodax, The Draguna Hotel is clear," Scrap Devil shared his report through telepathic communication.
"Thank you for sharing this. Spectacular job as always Scrap Devil," The voice of Mina Rodax echoed into The Demonic Builder's ears.
"By the way, have you sensed Prila's presence in this chaos," Scrap Devil asked, scratching his right cheek.
"Precisely she is in the West side of Teldrium, handling a couple of Wyverns and Sentries," Mina Rodax uttered.
"Okay, okay, noted. I bet she could finish those junks in less than a second," Scrap Devil replied, nodding his head before he raised his sight to the sky exposing the giant plane belonging to The Uprising Venom.
"Obviously," Mina Rodax replied
"By the way again, did you already sense the presence of the new hero?" Scrap Devil asked curiously.
"Not yet, Caldister. However, there is a high chance he will come to join us," Mina Rodax explained.
Scrap Devil quickly ended the telepathic communication by switching his heedful sight toward the citizens, waving his hand to the left before running forward. Some citizens traded their odd looks with each other, while the ones on the front obediently followed The Mist Forger
Unbeknownst to Scrap Devil and the other Triumph Makers' presence, Viscable had arrived on the battlefield as he levitated near the glassy building from the across right of the hotel. Specifically, he maintained The Ace Duelist form and pointed his glance toward The Mist Forger's direction.
He haughtily crossed his arms and cackled, "Caldister Banatara or his codename Scrap Devil."
"Impressive that you showed quite an improvement with The Scraunk's Mist and the creativity too," Viscable whispered, whistling in disappointment. "Sadly, you are not a suitable candidate for testing my backpacks."
Viscable quickly turned around after the blaring explosive noise echoed and said, "Another potential foe to be observed."
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