Chapter 1282: NO.186: Some people still can't see it (Silver Alliance 7/10)

NO. 186: Some people still can't see it (Silver Alliance 7/10)

The purplish qi spread through the cracks, wandering between strange light paths, tinting the surrounding space with that ominous purplish-red hue.

As soon as it appeared, it slowly expanded from the false front of the dragon claw, as if by dimensional replacement, turning the entire sky into a deep, oppressive appearance.

For a moment, the whole racetrack seemed to be in a deep demon realm, all beings gazing upon that demon‑king‑like giant dragon and its cracks.

"A… Bo person? Doesn't seem like it."

Luzas, full of Aopeng defeated dogs, had no such exemplary Bo person affiliates; the only one counted as staff was still a muddled resentful spirit, because they couldn't squeeze out concrete super beast crafting knowledge, only able to filter out the residue of a giant ant super beast, and was early on tossed to some department demanding its existence to play tricks.

Although the Bo person's whole‑family loyalty and super‑gravity image had already fame across the universe, once becoming a topic among many cosmic peoples, and for a considerable time thereafter becoming a sort of urban legend‑like cosmic legend—such as Bo resentful ghosts 'sharing' super beast technology, or asteroid belts encountering gigantic Bo persons, mouths full of Ai Si chatter like a market, etc.

There were even claims that cosmic peoples who encountered Bo person vengeful spirits were made into super beasts—so many versions that even Luzas could pick up a 'living' one.

But obviously, everyone always cared intensely about the Bo person's super beast technology, while their understanding and utilization of the domain of dimensions…

This is a huge blind spot.

But even as a blind spot, the great variety of cosmic peoples means the diversity of cosmic civilizations; each, while climbing the tech ladder, will to some extent create, crack, analyze, and steal each other's technological achievements, and such deeds are everywhere.

Thus, in the study of dimensions, although the Bo person dominates, it does not mean that all other cosmic peoples are primitive to the point of not understanding its operation at all.

This is like that Bam‑star person with dark skin.

He sat in Luzas's meeting room, and as soon as the frontline‑fed monitoring synchronized, he burst out cursing: "Like a chicken feather! Bo persons open a hole to let things out; he's pulling everything into the hole!! Quickly stop him!!!"

"Wait," an Icarus‑star person hastily raised a hand, "If we pull everything into another dimension, isn't that conveniently handy for our actions?"

"You're stupid," the Bam‑star person's temper isn't good, "When Nexas caught the alien beast single‑handed, they thought the same thing!"

"Be civilized, Balum," the Bete‑star person, legs crossed on the table, acting less civilized than his words, hands in pockets, leaning on a chair half‑off the ground, swaying, "Alien beasts have beaten Nexas in the Meta domain plenty; you should trust the monsters we each raise."

"Could our target be that group of ear‑like women?" the Bam‑star person said coldly.

"We've poured in so much this time; if we can't recoup, I don't see how this broken organization can stay afloat."

"You're at it again, going back and forth saying it over ten times; if you want to quit the organization, just quit, Balum," the half‑illusory demon outline coldly laughed, "I don't think you'll ever meet Saiwen in this lifetime, yet you dare not settle accounts with Saiwen's son, so this is where you'll stay."

"..."

"Not as daring as the Bade‑star person, who really dared to ambush Sai Luo," the Galtan‑star person also mocked, "But there's been no word for a while—did he die?"

"He probably did; I checked with intelligence, after all he was the only one who went." The cicada person tapped the button in front of him, drew three screens, flung them before everyone; one screen was full of building ruins, and without prior context it left people scratching their heads.

"Everyone said Sai Luo is the main course, but he thinks now is the chance, truly wasting his officer position."

"It doesn't matter; if this plan succeeds even seventy percent, his little contribution doesn't matter," the Miki‑star person sneered, "Originally we were well prepared, but we had to provoke those Ultramen; it was him who provoked that woman, and then Tregius Ultraman and company sneaked into the base—I see him as the biggest war criminal."

"He didn't expect that Karlmira‑type dark giant would have anything to do with the Ultramen; I think this sort of pattern would trap anyone." The Bete‑star person unexpectedly said a kind word.

"If we had done proper intelligence, we wouldn't be in this state," the Bam‑star person muttered after a long silence, looking up at the screen pointing to the training field, "I think Aomo Lindun is the biggest trouble, far more troublesome than those Ultramen."

"Indeed, judging by ability performance."

The demon outline's phantom sighed at the changes on the screen; while the seats were still exchanging words one after another, that pallid terrifying dragon had completely ripped open the wound in the sky.

The next second the screen shattered, leaving many cosmic peoples in the seats stunned.

That purple‑red flame matching the scene burst forth together with a flashing magic circle, the deep‑purple demonic sky instantly covered everything, pushing the racetrack outside.

Those dragged in were only those monsters that, at the instant its wings vibrated, repeatedly collided—either grabbed, dragged, or flung away, or forced to step back, accidentally falling in.

Even though a small portion of them were not free‑ranging but under command, that simple mindset could only be described as a simple human‑machine of another feathered serpent model.

When the feathered serpent repeatedly interfered with the dragon's movements, and in a moment of inattention was seized by the head and swung, becoming the dragon's whip in hand, it became not only a laughingstock but also a handy weapon.

Hardened in the second bout of bloody flesh, Maguna Yibaren held it in hand, slamming the half‑broken razor Dima Ga into the sky's wound.

Then, after a one‑minute delay but still in time for the Yibaren gate to close, Sai Luo arrived.

He shot in with a flash of silver light, but when he finally plunged in, he again poked half his head out to look over the field's dragon, and then, under countless astonished gazes, he clawed at his own chest, spurting blood that sprayed toward the long corridor behind the audience stand.

Having completely drilled into the rift and letting it quickly heal, the whole sky returned to the overcast state previously influenced by the feathered serpent.

Within seconds, even those clouds began to dissipate; under the clear sky were still‑running crowds, bewildered security‑department members, and those righteous warriors who had still been battling monsters.

They still hadn't figured out what happened, after all Maguna Bahamut was making its first public appearance, and was even more like an evil bad‑beat than Aomo's past monster images.

Many still harbored the absurd thought that this was a black‑on‑black raid, and the location behind the audience stand's corridor.

That purplish‑black silhouette flung out by the dragon's claw, which many had never seen clearly, accelerated along that force and, with a knight‑kick‑like motion, smashed through the special‑grade glass, landing with an emergency stop right before the target's eyes.

"Chief, Chief?"

This overly shocking entrance was no better than a villain; the immense sense of oppression made the few horse girls beside Biquetecks each tense up.

"They're comrades, stay calm, Miss Jifeng."

"Sister, I feel he looks a bit familiar…"

Although the newcomer's whole body was a star‑like deep purplish hue, with no trace of human clothing or features, the brown‑haired girl with twin tails uttered a sentence that made Biquetecks look in astonishment.

But there was no time to examine further; the humanoid figure already opened its mouth, and with that still‑muffled, murky male voice said:

"This is just a residual magic afterimage, a pre‑made recording; no need to answer."

"Everyone focus on maintaining order and investigating criminals, pay close attention to the surroundings of all horse girls, especially the famous ones, and ignore the monsters that went in."

"I and Sai Luo will take responsibility, but you still need to stay alert."

The other side might also send monsters; stay alert.