The strange woman's head was sliced by Kuaiji Type One's spear tip and cleanly severed.
"My brother?"
"Bro, what's going on?" Type One ignored the woman and asked Type Zero in confusion.
"...Nothing." Type Zero felt that something was off. His instincts warned him that the danger had not yet passed, but the woman had indeed fallen to the ground. Type One was blocking his view, so he could not see her condition clearly.
"Is there only one?" Type One had already put away his spear and was walking toward Type Zero.
The woman whose head Type One had severed, lying on the ground, suddenly changed.
Her head was still attached to her neck, and a strange blood-red gleam flashed through her eyes.
The magic power within her body went berserk.
Type Zero's legs moved instantly.
"My brother!"
"Huh?"
Bzz—BOOM——!!!
As her magic power ran wild, the woman's body exploded outright, turning into a magic bomb that blasted the unprepared Type One off his feet.
"Urgh—" Type Zero was also nearly knocked over by the massive shockwave. He had to drop to one knee to avoid being blown through the air like his younger brother.
"My brother!" As the force of the explosion faded, Type Zero nervously looked behind him.
Ji Chao still sat where he was, stroking his beard, making no move in response to the danger the two machines faced.
"My lord, do we really not need to help them?" Wen Ju stood nearby, some concern on his face.
"No need. They can handle it themselves." Ji Chao had completely lowered his guard the instant he saw the woman. He waved a hand. "Though that woman is of another race, she is no ordinary member of that race. Type Zero and Type One cannot kill her."
"Besides, this