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Blood flashed beneath the night sky.
The tremendous force smashed the Construct Maker's head in a single blow.
But there was no brain matter inside the Construct Maker's shattered head.
It was not even made entirely of flesh and blood. Large quantities of wood, metal wires, nuts and bolts, and transistor-like objects were mixed into it.
And after losing his head, the Construct Maker did not fall.
He could even still speak-
"Something like a Distortion Field?
Not bad! Not bad!
Unfortunately...
You have no idea who you're facing!"
Muffled sounds came from his chest and abdomen, which had taken the place of his mouth and vocal cords.
At the same time, his slender limbs moved in unison, shooting like arrows to engulf Mr. Smith.
Clack, clack, clack!
Amid a series of crisp clicks, the Construct Maker's limbs became shackles, binding Mr. Smith from head to toe.
They held him firmly in place.
Meanwhile, the Construct Maker's basket dropped straight to the ground. Four small wheels spun rapidly, carrying it more than a hundred meters away-
Boom!
Fire flashed.
The explosion roared.
Even the ground shook. Soon, the crimson flames turned completely blue, with a striking green glow filling them.
Another Construct Maker crawled out of the basket.
He watched the scene, giggling.
"Did you feel my enthusiasm?
You thought..."
Thud!
A peculiar, muffled impact interrupted the Construct Maker's incessant chatter.
At some point, Mr. Smith had escaped his restraints and appeared behind the Construct Maker, punching through him again.
Unlike the first time, when he had struck the head.
This time, he struck the torso.
The Construct Maker froze for a moment.
Then his head turned a hundred and eighty degrees to look at Mr. Smith behind him.
His tiny eyes lit up like lamps, countless arcane inscriptions