The shell of the Artificial Saintess had been pierced through by the Eileen Ray. A fist-sized circular hole on her flank was trailing wisps of smoke, while some kind of liquid metal that seemed almost biologically active writhed rapidly inside the breach, apparently trying to repair the damaged section.
This killing machine created by the Holy Ascetic Society possessed extremely powerful defenses. Its outer armor could naturally withstand "high temperatures" in the conventional sense, but clearly, the strange ray unleashed by Eileen contained more than just "high temperature"—some kind of force with "decomposing" or "corroding" properties had directly vaporized the metal near the point of impact, leaving this horrifying wound on the Iron Doll's body.
Yet Eileen seemed rather dissatisfied with the result of the attack.
"Aw, I thought I could punch straight through," the little doll said as she sat on Yu Sheng's shoulder. Faint heat steamed from her wrist all the way to her shoulder. "But it only pierced the first layer."
Click.
The sound of metal heels striking the ground came from nearby, interrupting Eileen's complaint. The Artificial Saintess adjusted her posture and once again assumed a combat stance.
That frightening-looking wound seemed to have had no effect on her at all. She showed no sign of pain or difficulty moving.
The sight made Yu Sheng, who had relaxed slightly after Eileen's successful strike, tense up again in an instant. Almost at the same time, he felt the Iron Doll's "gaze" fall on him.
Although the pale metal mask revealed no emotion, Yu Sheng still sensed a trace of... surprise and confusion from the subtle changes in the Iron Doll's movements and the faint connection carried through the blood.
She was staring this way, wondering why the familiar enemy before her was still alive. She still remembered