Chapter 1342: NO．246：Snake's Summoning Companions

NO. 246: Snakes Calling Their Friends and Companions

December latter half, Jiemen Racecourse.

The fine rain at the end of autumn should have shown a thin chill, but here it was nothing but roaring cheers, and countless illusory outlines appeared from time to time, intersecting in midair, fully displaying the spectators who had purchased tickets for different sections.

This is the Jiemen Racecourse, one of the top-tier racecourse venues that was attacked half a month ago.

It had once been reduced to an evidence site, then urgently repaired, and even received further reinforcement a week prior.

Numerous excellent designs from differentiated dimensions gathered, merely to avoid excessive crowding in the entry area.

It connected the present realm and foreign realms, and with the aid of several parallel spatial structures to the present realm, it increased spectator capacity—a design that could be called ahead of its time.

Achieving this resulted in it becoming first in spectator capacity, to the extent that even the Tianmen City Racecourse, often compared with it, could not be mentioned in the same breath as its 4,562,000-seat capacity.

But even such a design that could boost seat numbers by a full third still failed to lower the threshold for obtaining on-site tickets for the Kinen.

"I really damn these scalper horses, one ticket can be scalped to thirty thousand—is this still the people-friendly entertainment that horse racing promotes?"

Here is a victim of such high-threshold on-site tickets.

The blunt expression of his chest seemed bold and surpassing at first glance, but it would draw uneasy greetings from companions.

"Bi Ze..."

"What's wrong? You'd better not say you can't stand dirty talk, David—this isn't like you."

"It's not that..."

"He means you'd better not cling to your half-baked subtlety; cursing horses at the racecourse is no more refined than directly cursing someone's mother."

Half a zhang away in midair, the brother's face projected through the phone screen was expressionless, and even in the background there was a suspiciously colorful giant object.

That looked like part of a monster?

And it also seemed familiar—what was it called again? That thing with some Zetton element, the "don't be careless" monster... what was its exact name?

Most monsters in the Ultraman cosmos have four-word titles, like the "Roll Back and Come Again Monster," the "Ever-Changing Monster," the "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water Monster," etc.

Overly memorable nicknames instead make the real names hard to remember, and for someone like Bi Ze, who doesn't rely on prosthetic enhancement to strengthen memory in this backward otherworld, it's impossible to remember even a bit.

But the current focus probably shouldn't be here.

"... Uh..."

"And wasn't your ticket given by me? Why only you? Where's Miss Zhuohua?"

"She doesn't like such crowded occasions, and frankly speaking..."

He glanced at David's side, a few friends among the fringe runners, then warily glanced at the little girls on his other side—Ailisuzhi, Meipu Bourbon, New Cosmos, etc. —then feigned curiosity to glance backward, catching the silhouettes of the Qianming representative, Narita Bai Ren, Qieli Nenina. Dekesasi, etc.

Turning back, he would catch sight of Aimu Zhiji, Mancheng Chazuo, and even the obvious back view of Biquites.

As a mobile game player, truly seeing this scene would likely move him to tears.

But Bi Ze is not such a normal person.

At this moment, he felt no happiness from being surrounded by the paper people from before the screen, replaced instead by a strong premonition filling his heart!

A premonition that, these past months, he had been eating nothing but his brother's melons, eating so much he could almost guess sweetness from the rind.

"Is something going to happen again this time?" He unconsciously lowered his voice.

Although this is useless for the horse girls' ears and cybernetic body modifiers—almost the instant he spoke, even his dull self could realize he was now in a situation under the gaze of ten thousand eyes.

Aomo Lindun's professional awareness, which routinely covers soundproof barriers, is still a long road for Bi Ze.

But the former currently doesn't care about this, merely throwing out: "Should I praise you for your thorough consideration of Miss Zhuohua's safety, or praise you for this subtle trust in me?"

Is it trust in Aomo to protect himself, or trust that Aomo's presence means something will definitely happen—either way, it's trust, but how to understand it is another matter.

Right now, Bi Ze only belatedly looked at his wrist—there was a wristband-form magic staff, but whether he could establish a soundproof barrier... under countless gazes, he had already lost even the chance to remedy.

But perhaps no remedy is needed.

"Stop teasing you, just relax and enjoy the race—even if something really happens, Chazuo and Suzi will also protect everyone."

"Ah?"

They protect me? If this were a few months ago, he would have blurted it out, but after these months, he has learned more about this world and this federation in the Magic Staff Club and senior year courses.

He already knows he currently cannot speak of strength, nor even safety; the only thing he's not entirely sure about is just how strong the senior division horse girls can be.

Could the senior division horse girls already be monsters?

Mr. Bi, who usually reads more wild texts than popular science videos, has his thoughts already fled into the cosmos—even if Aomo added a sentence, it couldn't be pulled back.

"But also don't overlook Biquites' instructions—this might perhaps be a situation of loud thunder but little rain."

Without waiting for a response, nor should there be one, Aomo ended the call, glanced at that chat channel which had many people including Bi Ze.

The truly dangerous discussion never ceased, and only Bi Ze was truly outside the situation, but even if no one informed him, this extraterrestrial's radar could still receive unusual signals.

But it's not his fault—after all, this time not only was the venue upgraded, but also in security work, full attention was shown; those guards, drones, magic figures, etc., that couldn't stay hidden even by concealment, obviously had nothing to do with horse racing itself.

Besides, the entire racecourse building had mechanical equipment and strange stone platforms installed everywhere, obviously not just for stabilizing the otherworld spectator stands.

The Kinen has repeatedly topped horse ticket sales and even repeatedly broken the Guinness record for the highest amount it created itself.

Its venue often alternates between Tianmen City and Jiemen District, these two special zones, and in this Jiemen District, it was the Jiemen Racecourse that had been attacked by countless criticisms and flames half a month ago.

Anyone would see this as the day to avenge shame.

Rather, since the half month after the Japan Cup, the Kinen has been controversial precisely because it hasn't been transferred to Tianmen City for hosting.

Whether it's the Jiemen Racecourse, or the URA Association, or even the Jiemen District government, all have been frequently mentioned in the storm of topics, fully displaying the federation's freedom of speech.

But no matter how harshly they usually curse, the sale date still comes.

Even if scalped, even if they have to line up before dawn, the spectators can still fill the racecourse seats, and the newly added seats have not wasted a single bit.

"Protecting such a racecourse really is pressure—will it really be loud thunder but little rain?"

Standing beside the foot of the grey Gundam-like Gao Jue Mu, kneeling on one knee, Shi Jia worriedly gazed afar at the racecourse's overly magnificent outline, which seemed almost within reach.

"Half and half," Aomo said lightly, "if the opponent is cautious enough, they'll choose the Dream Cup, but there's also the possibility they'll use this idea to go all-in."

"Or it could be batch testing, after all, this racecourse's renovation is quite obvious~" Hol Hai Ya added with a smiling squint.

As a member of the Linton Firm, she indeed had ample reason to drop by to visit colleagues and curry favor with her superior, but her silent appearance still gave Aomo the thought: "Is she really that idle?"

The result, of course—was indeed so!

Having already fulfilled her lifelong aspiration, Hol Haiya had none of the responsibilities and obligations beyond earning money that workaholics like Aomo, Dekesais, Schweiya, and JunChuan JiangSheng carried.

Having fully entered a retired state of leisure, she clearly intended to spend the latter half of her life enjoying herself, so it was no surprise to see her anywhere.

Although the situation currently carried the air of workplace harassment, with her elbow even directly resting on the boss's shoulder, the feathered serpent, which could still count as combat power, was not driven away by Aomo—she merely tried to ignore it, after all, her presence was likewise factored into Little Aomo's planning and predictions.

Likewise included in the planning and predictions was Hol Haiya's earlier remark.

"Indeed, perhaps they came to scout the area and will show up on-site."

Nodding, Aomo, whose complexion always improved significantly under work conditions, turned her head to glance at the distant crowd.

"Perhaps they might even blend in among those people."

The monsters stationed around the racetrack in the Boundary Gate area were respectively controlled by Shidjia, Chen, and Hao, on standby, and were also being photographed and discussed by many people.

Even though the racetrack had already opened ticket gates, there were still many horse racing enthusiasts who did not head straight for the entrance, but instead wandered around the vicinity.

Perhaps they were looking for scalpers selling on-site tickets at the venue, or perhaps they simply came to hear the atmosphere while watching the live broadcast, or perhaps they were fellow scalpers in the money-making sense, directly pushing their snack stalls over to make a profit before the police arrived.

Thus, in this still-large crowd outside the venue, a few standby monsters appeared particularly conspicuous, once even prompting some people to sneak past traffic police and run up to the monsters to take photos, record videos, and kick them a few times.

It was unclear whether this was for reporting, curiosity-seeking, or showing off courage.

But when the monsters were slightly manipulated from this side, everyone reacted the same—panicked and fleeing in terror without cease.

Moreover, the police station sent over personnel who repeatedly apologized and temporarily deployed several surveillance drones near the monsters, thus somewhat appeasing the monster controllers on this side.

One can only say that, in the absence of Gui She, the monster controller team indeed lacked too much aggression; everyone's cultivation was too excellent, so even Chen, who cared least about human perception, was of the type unbothered by ants touching his shoes, to the extent that when facing apologies, his expression appeared utterly bewildered.

When handing over duties, being too easy to talk to is not necessarily a good thing.

Seeing that some people could always circumvent the drone surveillance and sneak close, Aomo thought this while summoning Eye Q.

Merely emerging from the earth without drawing from stones, in its most primordial state of existence, it could provoke countless screams and panicked steps; and for the fearless colossal cyclops appearing on the ground, Eye Q still possessed the genuine ability to attack the mind and spirit.

So-called monsters are not merely required to have huge, strange bodies; they are also manifestations of natural disasters that humans find difficult to resist.

Abilities are always diverse and difficult to easily guard against.

Clearing a scene is never difficult; the difficulty lies in facing criminals who also wield such power.

Thus, his subsequent work remains liaison, only without a terminal, and also difficult to be observed by his companions nearby.

【Hey hey, can you hear me? I'm trying interstellar sensing for the first time—can Jierbalisi really be useful?】

【Yes, but the sound is too loud—where are you making such a racket?】

【Oh oh! You can really talk? No delay at all?】

【Answer my question—where are you now? Did Jie Si Ti Si not receive you?】

【Received, received—I'm at the spaceport of Tianmen City. If I enter the network world, it shouldn't be noisy. Do you want to hear his voice? I'll bring him into the channel too?】

【Don't! I'm already distracted just listening to you two talk, and this is still with Jie De not speaking】

【Is Sai Luo also here? What's there to be distracted about in this conversation? What are you busy with?】

【He's doing Sudoku, the logic training game recommended by Aomo Sang】

【Oh! Is it Jie De? Long time no hear your voice】

【Ah, long time no…see? Kai Sang】

【Save the pleasantries for when we meet—first focus on rushing forward, your side】

Able to match or even exceed the monsters' positioning, the opposing side—humanity's ultimate life manifestation expected to counter natural disasters—Ultraman, is being gradually pulled into the channel by him.