Chapter 1266: NO.170: Da Te feels a lot of pressure

NO. 170: Da Te feels a lot of pressure

Because of work requirements, he comes to the Sakaz base every day.

Occasionally, Aomo will, as usual, come earlier.

One reason is to conveniently ask about various things before coworkers get busy to understand the current progress; the other is to observe the base's inhabitants.

Observation, observation is very important.

Observing transmigrants is his longest-held hobby, without equal, and this group called the Sakaz, who resemble demons and other dark beings among transmigrants, is especially interesting to him from his own standpoint.

But despite that, the fact is that out of his four early arrivals, he was ganked midway by Hol Haiya three times.

The actual gains were not ideal.

Not mentioning the feathered serpent obsessed with turning online reports into face-to-face meetings, at least Aomo successfully overturned his initial naive viewpoint, avoiding embarrassment.

By now, someone might wonder what his so-called 'naive viewpoint' is; naturally, it's the illusion that there are many 'normal people' among the Sakaz.

The creation of this illusion stems from the order in which he contacted members of this race.

In order of acquaintance, it starts with Miss Ni Yan, then Miss E'ersula (from another universe) as a bridge, and now the Trexiss siblings and similar lab coworkers.

It can be said that these people left him with a relatively normal, even decent impression, so that a minor incident like Miss Weisdeir gave him the feeling of an oddball among normal people.

But in these past few days, he must again bring up those two sayings from the Rhodes Island forum: 'seventy percent of Sakaz have worked as mercenaries,' and 'eighty percent of mercenaries have a bit of nerve.'

He originally thought it was just rumor, but the more he looks, the less it seems like prejudice; perhaps the people he knows are the few Sakaz who, under the Federation's common values, count as 'normal people'?

He should instead applaud this fortune… Aomo, feeling this in his heart without words, apparently does not value this gain.

At that time he was thinking that regardless of the tribe's customs, it had nothing to do with him; everything the Sakaz did was just observation material for him, at most serving as conversation fodder, so this spared him the embarrassment of possibly misspeaking; besides that, everything else was irrelevant.

Then, in today's base training field, surrounded and shouted at by a group of Sakaz, he thought: if they were truly dealt with under military law, how should one calculate the handling of these law‑disregarding, blunt‑talking gambling types?

It's hard to believe that under the stern leader Trexiss there would be ruffian‑type soldiers, so compared to the original regular army's explanation, these people can only have been recruited from the mercenary pool.

So are all these crowds originally mercenaries?

Among most monster IP groups he is also considered tall; with the 276M Demon‑Dark Godzilla, he looms high and looks down on the crowd that has surrounded the training field, even forming three inner and three outer rings, once feeling a bit intimidated.

This is a visual shock.

The dense mass of tiny specks, if not for the variety of hair colors, would simply be like being surrounded by an ant swarm.

Of course, the variety of hair colors also makes it a five‑colored ant swarm!

Don't ask why it must be an ant swarm; the ant swarm is the last mercy.

If this scene were replaced by other insect swarms, it would only let your imagination make things worse, landing you in a situation far more cruel than mere intimidation.

Moreover, it must be noted that in the past, when Aomo transformed into a giant beast, he either cleared the area or had people who cherished their lives keep their distance.

Furthermore, as soon as he appears he must go straight into battle, with no leeway to look around, and he has never had the chance to truly witness this overly crowded scene.

This sudden impact makes him involuntarily wonder whether the true Godzilla's frenzied posture when facing humans might also be due to visual oppression.

As for whether to reduce the population… Looking back, he again gazes down at Trexiss, who has not drawn his sword but holds up a card; the blood‑red vertical pupils of the Demon‑Dark Godzilla reveal a hint of conflict and fatigue.

"I will punish them later."

He likewise glances at the crowd obviously provoked by some individuals; Trexiss's eyes show clear displeasure, yet he also fully understands Aomo's current state.

The essence of Demon‑Dark Godzilla is the brief stable state shown by the Crimson Lotus Godzilla monster card when used by Aomo Lindun; at first glance it seems like a new Godzilla version, but in fact it is a stage of Crimson Lotus Godzilla that leaves little impression.

Stage one: the skin reddens and steam rises.

At this stage, Crimson Lotus Godzilla's life is still healthy, only slightly overloaded, the body feels uncomfortable and the temper is not great, but when the temperature reaches 1800 °C it enters stage two—this is what Aomo himself said.

Improving the card's adaptability is both experiment and training; naturally there must be communication, whether it is the released state of the Xing‑type Bahamut or the various stages of Godzilla's performance—everyone must give their all, so such information sharing is essential.

Precisely on this basis of information sharing, Trexiss realizes that even one second cannot be delayed.

Aomo Lindun constantly feels the internal nuclear energy runaway, simultaneously strengthening and amplifying organs and cells while falling out of balance.

As long as it is maintained, as long as it exists, under the set information coverage it will head toward core meltdown destruction; once stepped on, it ignites a countdown of scorching will.

What determines the duration of your transformation is not the health bar, but the will bar.

Trexiss, having even a brief experience, dares to declare:

Ordinary people cannot last until that body steps into the third, i. e., the final stage; they will be driven back or driven mad by that sensation.

In this regard, Aomo last time relied on the hellfire of the fire summon spirit Ifrit to forcibly push Crimson Lotus Godzilla into the final stage, which can be called an advanced maneuver—or a suicidal one.

Feeling the temperature exceed degrees Celsius, with the body gradually melting, this is undoubtedly suicide of both flesh and spirit.

Trexiss does not know how he managed to stay conscious for half a minute like nothing happened, but he feels he cannot count on the other side showing such astonishing will again.

Unending pain is a test of will; the silent, taciturn endurance under such agony is a voiceless terror—even someone as steady as he cannot help wondering whether the other side, irritated by the noise, might unleash a heat ray.

You should not expect a person being tortured by extreme pain to retain sufficient rationality when faced with noise disturbance.

So there is not much time.

Thus, he who must seize every second, after such a blunt remark, immediately raises the monster card that has become quite familiar.

Boom!!!

The soaring purple‑flame dragon shadow filled the entirety of those blood‑red vertical pupils, seizing all of the opponent's attention; Trexiss does not wish to waste this visible brief moment, and furthermore feels a sense of duty to strive for life for that distant crowd of spectators who know not life or death.