Chapter 147: Awakening

A transparent, massive Light Curtain hung down from the towering ceiling, its transparent ripples constantly sweeping across from above.

A pair of golden pupils slowly opened, Jiang Xia said, "Has it finally begun?"

A bird‑like chirp sounded, and the Extreme Memory turned the newly awakened Philip, who had been lying in the base, into data and flew toward the battlefield.

At this moment, Zhao Jinglong's eyes had fully turned golden; he held an engine sword in one hand, and blood streamed down the blade onto the ground.

"Zuo, I don't have much time; you need to hurry and revert to W," Zhao Jinglong said.

He turned his head, expressionless, "Jingshan Shenhonglang, the time for a decisive death battle has arrived. You took my family; now it's my turn to take your life."

An extremely ferocious murderous intent rose from his face.

"Come on, packaging you up would be a very good choice."

Jingshan Shenhonglang let out a loud laugh, gazing at the surging power before him,

"Indeed, this power can promote the Evolution of memory. I've changed my mind; I want to dismember you into eight pieces and explore the mystery of this power."

"Do you want my power?" Zhao Jinglong whispered, feeling the endless flow of power within his body.

"Yes, your power is exactly the ladder for my Evolution."

Jingshan Shenhonglang extended his already beastified hand, fingertips turning into claws, slowly opening them toward Zhao Jinglong,

"I will dig out your eyes and heart, and then eat them bite by bite.

You will become completely a part of me, and we will walk the path of gods together.

Your blood will be turned into my food, and I will suck you dry piece by piece."

"As food?" Zhao Jinglong's eyes widened, the round pupils gradually becoming vertical, like a beast.

"hen~shin"

Zhao Jinglong took out the memory; the Accel, originally red, was now slowly turning gold, its interface being inserted into the driver with power.

Crimson light flared around Zhao Jinglong, but this time, the Kamen Rider Accel's body began to change.

His body became even more emaciated, and its shape grew increasingly twisted.

The belt that had hung independently at his waist now caved inward, as if merging with his body.

The metal structure on it undulated slowly like a living thing.

It began to recklessly drill into Zhao Jinglong's body, and several golden claws sprouted on its back.

His flesh and armor started to fuse, turning him into a monster more twisted than a Mixed Body.

"To dare add such a mode to the driver— the person who designed this driver for you really went to great lengths."

Jingshan Shenhonglang looked at the brand‑new Zhao Jinglong before him and said.

"If I can kill you, that's enough," Zhao Jinglong said calmly.

Meanwhile, Philip, who had just emerged from the Extreme Memory, saw the current Zhao Jinglong and his complexion suddenly turned sour.

"Zuo Xiangtao, we must quickly get Zhao Jinglong out of that state.

If it takes too long, he may never revert the transformation, and his consciousness will be completely devoured, just like a Mixed Body."

"But now I have already lost the qualification to be a W," Zuo Xiangtao said with a bitter smile, "W is rejecting me."

When he tried to insert the Ace Memory again, a green Electric Arc once more repelled his hand; he had tried countless times.

Although he couldn't become W, Zuo Xiangtao still didn't give up.

Instead, he dispatched the Mimicry Memory and everything that could attack to provide support, even if it helped just a little.

Jingshan Shenhonglang's outstretched wings, blade‑like hands, and the fully metalized Zhao Jinglong began to clash.

The Wind God Pterosaur's claws were unstoppable, instantly slicing through the Mimicry Memories.

And the mount that originally belonged to W could not exert any power after losing W's strength, being struck down one by one by Jingshan Shenhonglang.

Scalding blood continuously dripped from Zhao Jinglong's body; the metal on his body had been torn to pieces, and the connection between metal and flesh was faintly visible.

The claws on his back were violently ripped off, swinging with a clatter, and were carelessly tossed in front of Zuo Xiangtao.

Zuo Xiangtao stared at him in disbelief and could only shout, "Zhao!"

It was too late; the blood‑splattered claws pierced straight through Zhao Jinglong's chest.

Jingshan Shenhonglang also felt the boiling sensation of his blood flowing over his own body's surface.

The claws pierced his body; Zhao Jinglong's head armor automatically disengaged, and he involuntarily spewed a large mouthful of blood.

Under those vertical pupils, he resembled a dying beast, staring at the prey with unblinking eyes.

With a swish, his arm was pulled out, blood spraying.

Zhao Jinglong fell, and Zuo Xiangtao's gaze passed through the hollow of his body, seeing the demon still laughing hysterically.

"Hey… Zhao, hey, your enemy is right in front of you; aren't you seeking revenge?" Zuo Xiangtao looked at the fallen Zhao Jinglong, steadied his body as best he could, and asked tremblingly.

"Don't question me," Zhao Jinglong said softly, and after speaking, his golden pupils gradually dimmed.

"Can I have his corpse? It's a precious entry ticket."

Jingshan Shenhonglang acted as if nothing had happened, attempting to lift Zhao Jinglong's body.

He has killed more people than the loaves of bread he's eaten; back then, to experiment with memory, he even froze an entire building into an ice sculpture.

The people inside all turned into ice blocks; would you care how many slices of bread you ate? Of course not—just killing a person.

Hundreds, even tens of thousands have died because of memory; secret memory experiments number far more, and he's become accustomed to it.

Just as he was about to lift Zhao Jinglong's body, Zuo Xiangtao reached out, grasped Jingshan Shenhonglang's right wrist, and tightened his grip sharply.

Jingshan Shenhonglang's Weather Mixed Body wrist, after his transformation, was pinched by him until it squeaked, like a beast caught in a trap, as hard as steel, clamped tightly.

"You bastard!"

Jingshan Shenhonglang's expression darkened, his left hand spread its claw blades, lunging at Zuo Xiangtao for reasons unknown.

At that moment, a bad premonition rose in his heart; things seemed to be turning for the worse.

Clang— a burst of clashing metal rang above Zuo Xiangtao's head, blocking Jingshan Shenhonglang's attack.

It was a bird made of metal, delicate and elegant, but unfortunately the shell now bore several claw marks.

A purple flame ignited on Zuo Xiangtao's body, and a flying kick struck Jingshan Shenhonglang's chest.

Amid the thunderous roar, the memory chips' chirping sounds were also intermingled.

A clear charred mark was left on the original Weather Mixed Body.

A vague shadow grew clearer, as if something were being born from the void.

Zuo Xiangtao rose slowly, purple ripples began to rise on their body, Joker's power roared within them at this moment,

Their emotions have now reached their limit.

"Philip." they said firmly.

"Hmm, Xiangtao, let's go together."

【Cyclone/Swift Wind!】

【Joker/Ace!】

Zuo Xiangtao stood upright, their gaze becoming especially resolute, and inserted the Joker memory into the W Driver without reservation.

This time, they faced no obstruction; it was an action etched into their genes.

Cyclone and Ace intertwined, together forming a Kamen Rider, a two-bodied Knight.

Kamen Rider W, Cyclone Ace form, descends.

Looking at the Jingshan Shenhonglang before him, W extended an arm, pointed at him and slowly spoke:

"Come, let's enumerate your sins!"

(End of Chapter)