30 minutes after the Shackle of Death squad departure, the desert was bustling with inhumane activities. Tomb Riders from every team were getting tossed about into terrible situations. A battle of substance was taking place where Tomb Riders fought for artefact while defending their own.

The members of the audience who were watching were sitting on the edge of their seats, awaiting the outcome of the tournament. They paid specific attention to the mysterious mistress who dominated her Qualifiers Race.

Angelina tried her best to avoid getting caught up with random Tomb Rider but that was an unavoidable situation for her. During her Qualifiers Race she had pissed off a lot of people who now wanted her head and because her location was being uploaded constantly to the general map of Scorching Dunes with only a 5-minute delay interval, a lot of her worst enemies were coming after her head. One of them being a voluptuous demon.

Angelina suddenly rode over a large dune, she was being chased by an unscrupulous group of Tomb Riders. While in mid-air she dodged a metallic rod that was aimed for her midriff. Landing on the ground, Angelina directed her motor towards an abandoned structure that was sitting in the distance.

“Don’t let that slutty-tramp escape our clutches!!”

A massive 3-wheeled vehicle burrowed through the dune that Angelina just rode over. Following behind it were several Tomb Riders who were manipulating less derogatory motors. The massive motor in front was none other than White Demon’s Bull Razor Motor.

“Come on ladies!” White Demon stamped down on the pedal in her motor with vicious intent and continued to chase after Angelina with her gang of females.

White Demon was the leader of a gang of threatening females who called themselves the Seed-Reapers. They came up with this name after realizing that each of them shared a similar story of kicking men in their balls. Saint Tiger who disdained Angelina for stealing her first place was also a part of the Seed Reaper squad.

“This is payback for humiliating me, bitch!” Saint Tiger pushed ahead of White Demon on her versatile Ski-Motor. Even though the terrain wasn’t of a snowy nature, that didn’t slow down Saint Tiger one bit, if anything it added to her momentum. Her motor was equipped with a type of gem that boosted her slide.

“Oh shoot!” While fleeing towards the abandoned structure, Angelina glanced her shoulder and took notice of Saint Tiger gaining upon her position.

“Not so tough now are ya! Stop running away like a scared little pussy cat and face me with the full bulk of your vagina!” Saint Tiger almost caught up with Angelina. Getting in range, she activated her Sapphire Soul Insignia.

“Ice Breaker!” A stream of deadly ice shot out from where Saint Tiger was and streaked over the desert to where Angelina was.

“Selain!” Angelina called out to her motor to evade the incoming attack. Her motor propped up on its rear wheel then spun around with a burst of energy which created a brief tornado that blew away Saint Tiger’s Ice Breaker attack, but in doing so, caused Angelina to reduce in speed drastically. Her pursuers quickly caught up with her.

“There she is, surround her!” White Demon gave the order and immediately the Seed-Reader gang formed an impenetrable formation enclosing Angelina.

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“You caught me. What now? I don’t have any artefacts for you to steal, so you are only wasting your precious time. Just forget about me and go on your merry way.” Angelina tried sweet-talking her way out of her predicament but sadly she was dealing with a crew of demons that weren’t so easily swayed.

White Demon spat out some saliva in the desert then glared down at Angelina from atop her Bull Razor. “You think that we chased you all the way out here with the intention of stealing your artefact? How foolish! We already know that you didn’t have any artefact, tramp! That information is quite clear on the map.”

“Then what did you chase me all the way out here for? Revenge? A futile effort.” Angelina retorted while looking unperturbed.

Saint Tiger didn’t like the way Angelina talked back nor the settled expression that was sitting on her smug face. “You look quite calm for someone who is about to taste defeat bitch. Why don’t you go on your knees and beg us to spare your motor? If you do. We will make it painless.”

“Don’t bother, you’re wasting your time. She’s not the type of girl to stoop so low.” While the Seed-Reaper gang was threatening Angelina they suddenly heard a male voice around them.

“Who said that?” The Seed-Reaper gang was on high alert. They glanced around the desert but didn’t see anyone.

“We’re over here?” As the mysterious voice spoke aloud, the surrounding Tomb Riders started seeing a camouflage being undone on a dune nearby. The group of Tomb Riders who were concealing their presence were now apparent for all to see. They were all wearing a pair of rollerblades.

“Huh?” A member from White Demon’s crew was startled. “When did they get so close to us without us detecting their presence on the map?”

“It must be the effect of an invisibility Soul Insignia.” White Demon deduced correctly.

“Then why didn’t they attacked us by surprise and steal our artefacts? Why reveal themselves beforehand?”

“Who knows what that blond idiot is up to?”

“It’s you!” When Angelina turned around she saw Resotnero and his gang coming down the sandy slope.

“Hey, babe.” Resotnero waved to Angelina while smiling gleefully. Hearing Resotnero called her babe made Angelina very upset.

“Not a step closer you!” White Demon pulled back a lever on her motor which made the dreadful blades at the forefront of her motor started spinning. “Why did you come here freak show?”

“Perhaps he came to rescue his little girlfriend.” Said Saint Tiger while pointing her metal rod at Angelina’s throat.

“You’re wrong! We didn’t come here to rescue that slut.” Rabbit teeth Kira spoke up suddenly, correcting Saint Tiger. Her words shocked the ears of the demon.

“Ohh, you aren’t here to rescue her then that could only mean that you came for our artefacts.” Saying this, the members of the Seed-Reaper gang who were in possession of three artefacts, tossed them into the air so that no one could get their hands on them. Moreover, they were preparing to attack Resotnero’s crew when he suddenly stopped them.

“Hold your horses, ladies. I’m not here for that either.”

“Then explain yourself before we turn you into a seedless monkey!” White Demon was getting fed up of tolerating Resotnero’s presence, she wanted to crush his nuts so badly because he had helped Angelina once before to qualify for the tournament.

“Ahhh…” Resotnero sighed; touched his forehead then pointed at Angelina who was glaring at him with deadly vision. “We came to offer our help in taking that on out of the equation.”

“What?” White Demon was astonished. “You want to help us take out this trash?” “Hahahaha!” After hearing what Resotnero had to say, White Demon and her gang began laughing out uncontrollably. Angelina, on the other hand, wanted to rip out Resotnero’s thorax.

“Hahaha! You’re one funny little boy.” Done laughing, White Demon slapped her demonic face on then took out a Yellow Soul Insignia from her Ghoul-Gem. When she activated it, a yellow aura surrounded her Bull Razor, slowly transforming her motor into a dreadful machine than it already was.

The blades surrounding White Demon’s motor began multiplying rapidly, moreover, they separated into the air and formed into a pair of rotating-blade wings. While this happened, White Demon’s motor began levitating over the desert. Now her motor was like a raging bull with super sharp wings!

Looking down at the crowd from above, White Demon said resoundingly: “Does this look like a woman who needs help tossing out the trash?”

Resotnero was almost speechless. “Damn, now there’s a woman with a bulky vagina.”