Chapter 1278: with translation of chapter title

NO．182：Sai Luo can be like this. (Silver Alliance 5/10)

Slender, sharp poisonous fangs, a graceful and sturdy figure, and lightly fluttering icy-cold massive wings.

Compared to Holohaiya's pursuit of her ancestor's appearance, this form is more like the result of Holohaiya's current impression being feathered-serpentized.

This does not mean that the feathered serpent monster's tornado is one-on-one; rather, it means that the extent of Miss Qian's view of Miss Holohaiya determines how strong it can be, thereby making the mood of the parties involved and those related to them even more delicate.

When Aomo thought he had enough understanding of his two girlfriends to apply to understanding women in general, and no longer had to say only 'only women are incomprehensible,' he would be given a lesson by this divine‑mandated situation.

Then he honestly sat back in the corner, admitting that he really didn't understand women.

Just a few days ago, weren't they getting along quite well?

And now, in the state of having torn faces, even if Holohaiya is deep‑minded and keeps her emotions hidden, she should show some change in attitude when breaking free from the fanatic feathered‑serpent worship—but in the unbroken signal terminal screen, Aomo saw Holohaiya still asking how strong the feathered serpent is.

And likewise, the one asking again about the feathered serpent's strength is merely doing so to claim credit and show off her conscientious new Qian this time.

The two's terminals were simply placed side by side, which, under the common channel, counted as an alternative meeting; yet the anticipated embarrassment, frozen atmosphere, and confrontation never appeared.

These two are still asking about the feathered serpent's strength!

Friends, you've gone too far on the road of strength.

I never expected these two to be such a way of getting along for Aomo; I only felt they were in league with Gui She, chattering and interfering with the operation, almost letting the steel feathered serpent's tribute to the legendary blind dragon Bahamut have its charging line snapped away by a tail swipe from Magna Eba.

This, this shouldn't be.

Originally, in his several sparring sessions with Terexis, his unchanging advantage lay in operation—no matter how high Terexis raised the adaptability base of Eba, he could use the already‑assembled Five Emperors for combos, Godzilla for BUFF charging, and Niggikalis for firepower coverage.

Highlighting a combo that goes on until death, a monkey‑play stacked to instant‑kill one move, and firepower operation covering all aspects to overwhelm.

Then Terexis would say 'again' and insist that you keep using those few images, so that old images like Ashjin Jeton, Demon King Ghost Eye, Mefimos, and Pedanimum Jeton never get a chance to return.

Aomo also felt a bit regretful.

After all, in his simulation tests with Terexis, he often felt a long‑lost sensation, as if he were showing off one set of mechs and mech skills after another to a friend who had just gotten into the hobby.

... and then those few sets of his made his friend overheat.

That was rather embarrassing.

What's more embarrassing is that even after sparring to the end he never won once, to the point that his subordinates were muttering whether the regent was clumsy.

Could it be that Aomo Lindun's operation is just too good?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The folk are simple and honest, all martial; strictly speaking they are combat‑loving Sakaz, each of whom watches the livestream thinking 'I'll definitely make it if I go up!'

Especially when this side indicates that monster cards aren't usable by just anyone and other test experiences are temporarily closed, those Sakaz who are convinced they'll never get a chance to take the field—especially Miss Vishdail, who frantically taps her phone—laugh all the more.

This is obviously a good thing for Aomo.

Recently his prestige at the Sakaz base has been rising; since the first gambling round was broken up, many who won gathered around him to praise and thank him, adding many contact methods to his terminal; as for how the chairperson will arrange those people, that has nothing to do with him.

The gains are always obvious, and Aomo hasn't been just standing there waiting for Terexis to chase him; these days he's already calculating how to free up some time for himself to play games.

Nowadays, for him, those monster‑fighting‑themed games are no longer just entertainment; they also carry a significance of learning and cultivation.

Many skill designs, body structures, and motion designs share similarities, and they inherently have reference value.

Although such reference ultimately still requires testing in the training field to know if it's meaningful, without reference there is no improvement.

Compared to thinking alone, collective brainstorming of combat techniques is a far more visible result; as a purity athlete of integrated practice, Aomo has always sought the shoulders of giants, for otherwise relying solely on adaptability to accommodate multiple tails, multiple hands, multiple pairs of wings, etc., he could never instantly wield them as if they were his own arms.

By comparison, Gui She, who still remotely controls monsters, obviously doesn't have this worry.

Although it also requires synchronizing consciousness with the monster, after the mental input of an action command, the one that actually carries out the command is the monster itself, which brings its own primal consciousness like a simple AI.

A single action command can be polished into a whole set of complete movements, with an operation difficulty of one star; this is the confidence that instance control brings to Gui She.

He can agree to the so‑called repeated‑defeat‑and‑battle flesh‑tactic largely because operating monsters truly entails almost no cost.

At most, prolonged operation would cause mental overload, but Sai Luo and Aomo always end battles quickly, so Gui She doesn't even have to experience that sole side effect; it only needs to consider how to flee after being defeated.

At this point his strange luck, which always gets dragged into explosions and floods, has repeatedly achieved miracles, often even saving the last bit of thinking space.

Will this be needed this time?

Gazing at the Magna Eba that had almost had its charge broken by a tail sweep of his own subordinate feathered‑serpent beast, even though he released the so‑called phenomenon arc light, radiating dozens of giant thunderbolts in a hemispherical super‑large AOE, it was still easily dodged by the giant beast he controlled, which slipped past with its sinuous, slender form.

Gui She's heart was brimming with confidence!

What's the point of thinking about this! The advantage is huge!

Although a pair of wings is large, the feathered‑serpent beast is fundamentally serpentine in form.

Facing the lightning beams and countless purple fireball barrages, it showed great agility and speed, yet never took a single hit.

What kind of performance is this?!

Having lost 23 times in a row, Gui She was overjoyed, deeply feeling the essential difference between this monster and past ones; as it howled past the edge of the corridor and saw the crowd full of fear in its synchronized view, its heart surged with heroic ambition!

Indeed! Still this kind of exhilarating!

I still want to destroy——

Boom!!!!

Retracting its wings to pass through the enclosure formed by six longitudinal and linear thunderbolt arrays, then after dodging the direct hit of a red and a green light beam, the feathered serpent that was about to lure a wind‑thunder counterattack was suddenly struck by a huge claw filled with purple‑electric flames.

In one move it was pressed down into the unfinished building below!

Floor after floor gave way under the monster's weight and force, the dragon pressing the feathered serpent's head downward, undergoing nearly twelve floors of intense friction; in those repeated collisions that once left Gui She dizzy, he faintly heard a low, muddy sentence.

"Gui She, what are you thinking?"

I……

He didn't speak; he merely gritted his teeth as the feathered serpent's long tail rose high, a jade‑green lightning pillar from the dark clouds descending vertically, intending to envelop both the giant dragon and himself.

However, the giant dragon had no intention of sharing the thunder pool with him; despite also controlling lightning, it instinctively pursued the unharmed Aomo, who suddenly flapped his wings and leapt back, seeing the feathered serpent's recovery in the thunder pool and also seeing Sai Luo rush out from the side of his retreating self, brandishing a newly appeared giant blade in a charge.

That was indeed the transcendent Sai Luo and his transcendent twin blades.

Hey hey, it's exceeded a bit!

Having just pressed the opponent's head and rubbed it across twelve floors of the Magna Eba, he sighed thus, yet in fact he did not block it either.

After all, to be honest, just from the earlier probing he could already tell this feathered serpent mech had outstanding performance—comparable to the maneuverability of some Ao aerial types, capable of self-recovery in the Thunder Pool's strange constitution, with a tail that almost snapped his stance bar's strength, and even his latent talent strength was still indiscernible—

Right now, this thunderbolt strike with almost no wind‑up is rather excessive—Aomo can't say whether switching to Jie De would let him dodge it, and Sai Luo noticing the loophole to go overlimit is hardly blameworthy, assuming he really changed forms just for that reason.

"Don't even think about it," he said, wielding what is called the Sai Luo version egg blade's Infinite Double Blades—his purple markings, silver body, and towering giant‑god stature—as he uttered his divine words: "Gui She, your thoughts today ought to end right here!!"

……

Is this something Ultraman ought to say?