"Cut!"
With no time to look back at what was happening with Kane, nor any time to consider Ktarolan's defenses, the caster who unhesitatingly aimed his blades at the construct's metal abdomen seemed to enter a cold, utterly focused state of mind.
As the saying went, "Where the eye could see, mountains of corpses and seas of blood were all nothingness; there was only the blade." At this moment, the Bright Moon Mage rapidly wielding his weapons had perfectly identified every trap and weakness Ktarolan had concealed beneath her abdomen during the high-speed battle. Although it was obvious that Ktarolan had fitted the belly she used to store energy and components with heavier armor and rune traps, unfortunately, Whisper of Destruction, whose flashing blades became a blur of afterimages, would never allow such petty tricks to hurt him. Every incoming energy projectile was easily deflected by the sturdy blade surfaces, while every enchanted structure about to explode was instantly sliced apart by the flowing blade light. Before long, Punk had dismantled the construct empress's abdominal defenses into a complete mess, and her vital body parts were finally exposed to the Bright Moon Mage's gaze.
"Disembowelment... Ktarolan! You are a construct butler, not an Alchemy Master. Even if you can haphazardly bolt a pile of armor onto yourself, you cannot truly alter your internal structure with methods that cannot even cast spells. And the energy core of a 3C-6 series construct like you is hidden in your belly. Now, it will end the energy-supply work it has maintained for three billion years!"
"Clang!"
With no more restraints or concerns, he viciously brought both blades down upon the construct empress's armor. The blades, bursting with brilliant blue light, immediately carved a deep gash into Ktarolan's divine kingdom composite armor.
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