"Awoo!"
The monster howled and charged straight at Faga. It was not fast, but it was unwavering. Even as Faga's aura grew stronger, it ignored it and slashed down at Faga with its claw.
Fagga quickly folded up the parasol, and the sunlight streaming in made him frown slightly.
But this did not affect his speed. He shook off the monster's claws with a wave of his hand, and at the same time, his right hand bent into a claw blade and grabbed at the monster's chest.
Gang Gang!
Instantly, a piercing sound of fingertips rubbing against metal rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.
Faga's expression darkened; even this hadn't broken through its defenses.
But this was not enough to discourage Fagar; it was merely that he could not break through its body by physical means.
There are plenty of methods we haven't tried yet. Anyway, this thing isn't very strong in combat, so let's restrain it first!
With this thought in mind, Fagga swung out his claw again, and as expected, sparks flew everywhere as before. But this time, the monster spun around in the air, baring its fangs and claws, for a full three times.
After landing back on the ground, before the monster could get up again, Fagar ruthlessly stomped down, crushing a large crater in the monster's head.
The monster's metal head struggled desperately beneath Fagga's shoes, scrambling up a large handful of dust from the pit.
"roar…"
"roar…"
As the others approached, the monster continued to struggle desperately, hissing and gurgling as it drew closer and closer to Fagia, about to grab her trouser leg.
Thump!
Eileen gripped the handles of the scissors with both hands and slammed them down hard.
The monster froze instantly; its outstretched arm tensed up before going limp again.
"That should temporarily subdue them, right?"
Eileen kicked up the giant scissors, hoisted them onto her shoulder, and turned to ask Fagga a question.
Fagar then raised his parasol again, his feet never leaving the monster's head, and even stomped on it hard, causing the concrete beneath his feet to crumble.
"They've been subdued, but only temporarily."
Fagar lowered his head and looked at the monster's back, the spot where Ellen had just slammed down, but there wasn't even a scratch on it.
After a long pause, Fagga sighed, "We have to think of something, otherwise it will get up again in a little while."
As soon as he finished speaking, the monster's eyes flashed, and its body became lively again.
It seemed to know that it could not possibly lift its head off the feet of Fagga, so it pushed off with both hands, exerted force in its waist, bent its back almost in a twisting motion, and hooked its legs back like a scorpion.
It intended to kick Fagga in the stomach in this bizarre way!
Unfortunately, Ellen wasn't blind, nor could she remain indifferent to the harm others were inflicting on Fagga.
Then the giant scissors slammed down again, covered with a thick layer of icy blue.
When Fagga saw this, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly withdrew his foot.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, the giant scissors slammed down, crushing the monster and creating a thick layer of frost that froze the monster completely!
A round ice ball rolled out, with a pair of scissors stuck in it, and inside was a monster still baring its teeth and claws, its heels stuck to its forehead.
"Ugh... Ah-choo! It's so cold!"
Grace waved her hand to disperse the icy mist, then immediately shrank back, hugged herself tightly, and walked away shakily.
Of everyone present, she was the least dressed.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Kreta and Ies were carrying Eis and rushing towards them, finally arriving after several dozen seconds.
Kreta hurriedly asked, "How are you? Are you alright?"
"No...Achu!"
Grace quickly moved further away, which finally made her feel a bit better. She then said, "Faga and Ellen have the monster under control. Now we need to think of a way to destroy it."
"If it's a technological creation... would thunder, fire, or other methods work? If none of these work, then we might have to consider whether ether is even useful."
Little Ies came over and offered his suggestion.
"That's fine, let's do as the rope craftsman says! My brother and I will go first!"
Perhaps due to insufficient pressure, Anton remained energetic, one hand on his hip, the other hand, with a drill strapped to it, clenched into a fist, laughing heartily.
Hans the grabber joined in the cheering, slamming his massive grabbing arm against the ground and shouting, "Go for it, Brother Anton!"
"Okay, I'm going!"
Anton turned around and gave Hans a thumbs up, then tugged at his gloves and prepared to get to work, raising the electric drill with one hand, which made a buzzing sound.
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