Chapter 239: Capturing the Child-State Flügel

"Has your support arrived? But there's only one mecha; such power is not enough to make me retreat."

Jibril didn't even see clearly how Broly appeared, but that didn't matter. After staying vigilant and perceiving the surroundings, discovering that no other Ex-Machina had arrived on this side, she finally relaxed.

What's terrifying about the Ex-Machina is when they appear in a cluster; just one or two mechas don't count for much.

Broly was a bit numb. Having just transmigrated to a new world, he now saw an unfamiliar woman beating up another unfamiliar woman.

And in the distance, a woman seemingly preparing some powerful move appeared to have gained a huge advantage, ready to deliver a killing blow to the woman at his feet.

In a situation where both sides were capture targets recognized by the Crystal Palace, what should he do?

Broly thought for a moment and decided to stop the distant capture target from finishing off this side's capture target.

"Miss Jibril over there, could you please stop first?"

Broly asked very politely.

"What is this newly appeared guy saying? Oh, I get it. You're stalling for time, aren't you? You rust buckets really are surprising, actually learning to stall with words..."

Jibril wasn't surprised that Broly directly called out her name; the Ex-Machina's synchronized thought wasn't a secret. She just mistook the Saiyan boy for an Ex-Machina and marveled that he had used the tactic of stalling with words.

"I don't know who you are, but the Flügel across from you is targeting me. Please escape as soon as possible."

Shuvi had originally prepared to protect only the ring in her hand, but the boy's sudden appearance shattered her plan.

According to the covenant Rick established, no new sacrifices were allowed to appear. If another sacrifice appeared, it would mean the failure of this game to end the war.

She painfully propped up her shattered mechanical body; the propulsion unit at her broken leg lit up, and she prepared to shift her body to another place.

She wanted to buy some escape time for this strange boy who had suddenly appeared.

But after taking off for a while, she fell from the sky due to damage to the energy lines inside her body.

Broly: "..."

He could only run over to catch the falling mechanical girl, so he had no time to attend to Jibril over there.

"Heavenly Strike!"

At this moment, Jibril had also condensed enough energy; the terrifying Heavenly Strike energy struck the spot where Broly caught Shuvi in the next instant.

Jibril's body rapidly shrank after her power was exhausted. She looked at the two figures who hadn't dodged her attack until the very end, and her face fell into grief.

"Ah, so that rust bucket really was out of power. If I'd known, I would have just gone over and cut off her head."

Jibril nervously watched the energy mass from her Heavenly Strike bombardment over there that hadn't dissipated yet.

She now only hoped that the two Ex-Machina bodies hit were sturdy enough, preferably leaving an intact head so she could take it back as loot to collect.

"Please, that Ex-Machina named Shuvi, leave a head at least!"

Jibril's prayer worked, but Shuvi not only kept her head, she also kept her shattered body from just now.

The energy barrier Broly erected easily blocked the Heavenly Strike move unleashed by the Flügel, who had condensed all her Spirit Power from her Spirit Corridor.

Walking out of the exploding flames, the boy holding Shuvi quickly leaped in front of Jibril. The child-state Jibril couldn't quite believe it.

"You're not an Ex-Machina?"

She asked.

"What is an Ex-Machina?"

Broly asked, confused.

"That thing in your hand is an Ex-Machina."

"Oh."

Broly looked as if he had just gained new knowledge; the tip of the tail wrapped around his waist instinctively twitched.

"What exactly are you? A Beastman Race?"

Jibril saw his tail and looked somewhat doubtful.

"But that's unreasonable. How could a weak creature of the lowest Serial Rank possibly block my Heavenly Strike?"

In this world, races have ranks.

Those at Serial Rank six and above are called Life; those below Serial Rank six are called Creatures.

And between individuals of Life and Creature, there exists a huge gap.

Generally speaking, a Flügel Life individual at Serial Rank six can challenge a legion force composed of Creatures below Serial Rank six.

And as for the outcome of the battle, it would most likely be a single higher Serial Rank Life individual winning.

"Could it be that you're a Mutant Individual of the Beastman Race?"

However, there are also unexpected situations, such as Mutant Individuals that might arise within some races, possibly becoming Creatures stronger than their own race's Serial Rank.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm a Saiyan, a Saiyan from Wanpa Star. My name is Broly. I just came to this world; you should have seen."

Broly introduced himself.

"Saiyan?"

Jibril had never heard of this race name, but now didn't seem like the time to investigate it. She had exhausted all her strength, and the enemy, after hard-blocking one of her Heavenly Strikes, still looked completely at ease.

"So, my life ends here? I never thought I would end my life here because of a casual stroll-style hunt."

In this chaotic world filled with slaughter, the Flügel enjoyed wantonly slaughtering other races, but being killed by other races after a mishap wasn't exactly rare.

Jibril calmly accepted her fate of impending death, but even in the final moment before death arrived, she would not give up fighting.

Only to see the child-state Jibril climb up from the ground, clench her small fist, and swing it at the Saiyan boy's cheek.

Her small fist hit, but it didn't hurt at all. Jibril wore an unwilling expression, and Broly, who had changed his hold to cradle Shuvi, grabbed the collar linking the hood around her neck with one hand, lifted her up, and slung her over his shoulder.

"You won't die, because I won't hurt you, but I won't allow you to hurt her either."

The child-state Jibril was slung over Broly's shoulder, but she was very restless, kicking her hands and feet, trying to struggle free from the boy's shoulder.

However, that was useless.

Not to mention her power was exhausted; even if it wasn't, she probably couldn't break free from Broly's strength.

"So, what do I do now?"

After transmigrating this time, the situation was quite special—he walked in to see one wife beating another wife. Although he had stopped it, the surroundings were now nothing but wasteland.

The sky was grey, and Qi perception was severely disturbed; traces of Qi filled the air everywhere, causing everything he perceived through his Qi sense to be a uniform grey.

It was like someone with normal vision suddenly being placed in a fog where nothing was visible even at arm's length, leaving Broly somewhat dazed.

"Um..."

A soft voice came from his arms.

Broly lowered his head.

He found himself facing one fake human eye and one mechanical eye with melted skin.

"Can you put me down now?"

Shuvi asked.

The turn of events left her still somewhat dazed, but it seemed she had survived.

"Do you need healing?"

After putting Shuvi down, Broly asked the mechanical girl.

"Do you know how to repair a mecha?"

Shuvi refuted.

"Can I transfer life energy to you?"

Broly said this, and did so.

But it did not work; as a mechanical lifeform, Shuvi's defective mecha could not be healed by life energy.

Chapter End