Chapter 1279: NO．183：The Most Silent Episode of the Small Town Police Station

NO．183：The Most Silent Episode of the Small Town Police Station

The wing, utterly devoid of flesh and blood, resembles a weapon rack laden with long swords; only the four‑fingered claw at the top joint shows a hint of a bat's wing evolution, yet those traces are ferocious, and together with the dark magic blanketing its underside they spread across the wing in a regular, circulating scarlet pattern.

That pattern is glowing.

Flickering bright and dark, like breathing, it responds to the circulation of ominous magic, gathering at the chest's divine strike core, then surging to the twin horns on the head.

That is the pallid, corpse‑like, demon‑appearing purple‑silver wing.

——

Simple greaves, vambraces, breastplate, and pauldrons, plus a helmet‑style facial design, the body like a silver god‑warrior, yet the face like an angry vajra.

Symmetrically dotted purple patterns cover its whole body, resembling primitive war paint or some kind of energy rune, adding mystery while also giving the face an eerily wild quality.

This is Super Limit Sai Luo, formed by merging Galaxy, Victory, X, and Orb within the body, plus one's own five kinds of Ultra power, surpassing Sai Luo's ordinary form and boosting all abilities more than twofold.

——

Between overlapping scales flows a dark‑green glimmer; on the winding, near‑kilometer‑long body of the giant python sits the most conspicuous folded iron wings, their hundreds‑meter wingspan dazzling enough to seize first glance, causing one to overlook the small metallic wings extending near the tail, barely over a hundred meters.

This is a feathered serpent monster, its grandeur matching the image praised in ancient South American poetry, except that it bears two pairs of wings stuffed with artificial structures, as if a physiologically defective descendant were imitating its ancestors' form through wit.

This does not mean it is weak.

Coiling whirlwinds cluster around it, and lightning‑trees growing in the sky hook onto it.

It feels like a return to the age of gods; right now it is a reenactment of myth and legend.

Giant dragons, feathered serpents, and giants gather in the border suburbs of the Boundary Gate District's Eastern Capital and Shanghai wards; the fierce conflict that follows is a relief, for it still takes place in the suburbs.

But in the Boundary Gate District, this kind of prosperous urban area, even when defined as suburbs, is dotted with many small towns, and the location of these three is precisely one of them.

The swindler who once proposed a suburban development scheme to cheat the budget has already been locked up, but the funds he spat out couldn't change the fate of those half‑built towers; only those investors who were likewise duped by the construction publicity remain, either scattered or settled.

For their own reasons, they tidy up this poorly developed small town that has not yet gotten a second chance at development.

And those towering unfinished structures, long ignored, gradually become the distinctive scenery of this declining town.

In the eyes of the older generation, this whole town—where young people always leave, the elderly keep growing, the economy stays depressed, and many live on relief—is like a grave.

Yet those towering half‑finished buildings serve as a peculiar tombstone image, and indeed count as one of the few distinctive features of this small town.

It conveniently lets countless disgruntled souls, drunk, point at them from afar and curse.

But today, the tombstone has collapsed.

That building, bearing countless grudges and with no one willing to fund its demolition, collapses one after another at breakneck speed.

No one is pleased, yet no one dares to blame.

When the violent gusts howl back and forth, strong enough to sweep up vehicles and shred window ledges, making people scream incessantly and forcing them to hide in the barriers equipped in public buildings, they no longer have the leisure to notice the building's collapse.

And when the blinding lightning splits the sky, it more easily shakes the town's civilian power system, causing countless refugees to look up at the flickering overhead lights, while the children await Ultraman.

The elderly, on the contrary, think that Ultraman and that dragon are not good people; rather, the long‑winged snake looks handsome and obviously artificial, perhaps making it a benevolent protector.

Regardless of the outcome, they find it hard to peek out to confirm; they can only, as the mythic battlefield shifts, happen to glance at the visible sky and draw different conclusions.

Some say it looks good with its mouth shut, but fierce when opened; the feathered serpent always has the advantage of accompanying gales and currents.

Others say it looks evil at a glance, readily firing light bolts and beams, and the dragon's advantage lies in its terrifying firepower.

Many children also shout that the giant, whose colors look plain and reminiscent of Ultraman, has the advantage.

Finally, this view gained the most agreement, as many claimed to have seen the giant wielding two strangely shaped knives and chopping the snake.

That is quite ferocious and evil; one must cover the children's eyes.

No matter how those huddled together speculate, they generally cannot imagine that this battle is merely a show.

Of course, to say it's a show, but many are nonetheless doing it with genuine feeling.

In the demolition zone and airspace previously demarcated by Aomo, the fight is more about ranged barrages and beam tug‑of‑war than melee, making the close‑combat‑loving Sai Luo an obvious rule‑breaker.

Indeed, Aomo is not surprised.

Because Sai Luo and Gechengwangpai share the same temperament—both passionate and unrestrained yet rebellious, disliking stale air and disliking being bound.

It's hard to make him follow the rules.

What's more, even in this sort of place, after a long struggle an innocent bystander might get caught up out of the blue, like the randomly spawning crying little girl or troubled civilian in a tokusatsu show—any Ultraman couldn't stand that.

Said to be a specially made monster model for greater durability, seemingly aiming to prolong the fight, but Sai Luo will surely turn up the intensity to seize every second.

Before, it was a flawless, fluid combo with no holds barred, more like something learned from Ace than Leo—no‑jump cancel laser pre‑swing, a backflip with a flying shuriken spin—a relentless, wave‑like barrage; fundamentally it was Ace fighting a super beast, which in turn makes him look more like Zeta's master.

Now, facing the truly super‑beast steel feathered serpent, he directly goes into the Ultra Five Power Super Limit form, grabs two infinite double blades and tries to slash the disc; if the disc slash fails he launches floating cannons, if the floating cannons can't catch up he starts locking onto Aomo and its trajectory, pre‑judging and advancing his position, then charging forward with half a set of cosmic fist techniques.

Why call it a half set? Naturally because he hadn't finished when he heard a genuine cry for help.

"Aomo, it's up to you!!"

Lightly sidestepping three crossed lightning pillars, Super Limit Sai Luo, with a flight speed of Mach 13, has always been as agile in the air as a fish in water, and its initial acceleration surpasses that of any ordinary fish.

Even so, he knows to give the teammates a heads‑up.

This good habit can eliminate 80% of "What are the teammates doing?" but right now Aomo cares about something else more than missing a teammate.

"Pay attention."

"What… good."

Although the utterance was muffled to the point of being hard to distinguish, the Ultraman ear still displayed excellent organ superiority.

For this, Sai Luo was about to wave it off indifferently, but seeing Magunayiba's lifeless, godless giant eyes, he suddenly recalled something, changed his words, and gave a slight nod.

He then swiftly turned and rushed straight toward the direction of the cry for help.

"So, should I just end it? Gui She."

Turning back, he raised his claw violently, seized the tail that had whipped at him a second time, and while speaking, Magunayiba repeatedly opened its blood‑filled maw; purple flame poured from its mouth, and the divine strike core on its chest radiated light, surging with thunder.

【Redeeming Light】

Gathering power, it lets the beast try to retract its tail but cannot, so only the scales peel off in the tug, spraying great blotches of blood as the feathered serpent monster shrieks and hisses.

The model devised by Shinjo Akane, once instantiated, possesses a simple self; this shriek resembles the monster's own danger awareness more than the pilot's reaction.

But no matter how similar the impression, it is not Huoerhaiya.

Even if wind and thunder arrive, even if entangled upon it, the Maguna Yiba opening its mouth to bite did not stop charging power, but turned its head back due to a faint human voice coming from behind after two seconds.

You've fallen for the trap! Sai—wu!

Humorous.

Somewhat amused, he loosened his grip on the feathered serpent's tail, and the feathered serpent that had been trying to force him to release with a python's fighting technique also hurriedly loosened under the command, pulling away.

Just about to observe, but was hit squarely by a sudden whistling purple-flame thunder.

The power is all charged up; we have to unleash one, otherwise it'll be you.

In terms of visual effect, the Maguna Yiba violently exhaling to roast the serpent, its chest's Divine Strike Core interior being connected by countless flesh and also bound in disguise, only Aomo able to emit a light screen by thought had not yet seen the message……just this second.

The next second, that immediately jumped out with one sentence:

【Came】

Then it let the Purple Silver Wing surge up, grabbing the still seriously injured feathered serpent, its whole body filled with purple light, countless thunderbolts clinging.

【Divine Craft Wing】

Also called 【Daedalus Wing】

The Speedy Dragon Chariot used for attack is also employed for rushing, and it is a common technique in monster fighting games.