"No fears, no horrors, no worries, and eternal peace!"
Faced with the butchering sabers of the battle puppets, the blades and weapons of the Nepenthe believers were all minced apart into sticks. They could also retreat futilely until they fell to the ground, reciting the Serenity Arts of Nepenthe pretending to be calm with their eyes closed, waiting for the arrival of eternal peace.
Zi! Zi! Zi! Zi! Zi! Zi!
On the tubes of spiritual energy inside the battle puppets, daunting waves were spreading to the sharp blades at the front ends of their limbs. Under the scanning and analysis of their crystal processors, the "creatures" which were made of cells and boasted "temperature" were no different from the cold data. They did not really know the feeling of killing but were merely carrying out their orders dutifully.
"This is truly bad luck!"
