Chapter 136: The Belial Fusion Beast Is Fine Even Without Belial

The unfinished battlefield opens again here.

The horned girl slammed the throttle and rammed toward the red-haired person waving.

Everything happened in a flash; Charles didn't even react, but the staff's AI never erred, using a thick ice wall to prevent the user from being killed outright.

But it was merely a basic emergency AI, unable to judge complex situations. Since the user gave no verbal command, it "allowed" the red-haired girl to seize the chance and flee.

And this will become his ultimate downfall.

At this very moment, at this very instant.

His staff was still in the midst of an uninterruptible magic tome reading, with spare capacity running the simple automatic AI.

——This should be enough.

As that thought crossed his mind, he suddenly sensed an extension of his thoughts.

When the heavy, booming bell sound reached his ears, a cold sword flash already lay before his eyes.

"It's been a long time, our cooperation."

The fallen angel who ought to be fighting monsters clicked his tongue, seemingly full of feeling, while the black-haired wolf girl who likewise shouldn't be here kept gazing at the arm that had fallen to the ground, then at the lingering magical glow of the space spell, her eyes sharpening as she scanned the surroundings.

"It hasn't been long since last time; you ought to be serious."

Also called Terra, but there are really too many dangerous people in this world.

Even severing a limb isn't necessarily effective; mages always have some odd spells, and growing another hand for oneself isn't strange.

Texas well knows that the power he could call Dao in his homeland cannot claim an ideal place in this world, just as the recent victory also came from a colleague's strong support.

It is precisely that fallen angel still sighing who holds a power far stronger and more troublesome than his own.

That power relates to time, and also to the staff in her hand.

"I'm quite serious, look—two floors down, two meters to the left." Holding one staff in each hand, he slowly swayed them, the dual-wielding fallen angel smiling with closed eyes as he announced a set of coordinates.

Thus the wolf girl struck the ground with her twin swords.

The reinforced building materials advertised by the foreign real estate agent seemed fake before such people; in the collapsing corridor a new round of booming and clear sword light erupted.

Although one hand was cut off, the opponent's strength still lay in their magical power source and staff, so Texas would likely be at a disadvantage.

So Mostima also leapt into the void right after.

But as she jumped, her staff trembled slightly, causing her to look up in surprise, where she saw, before the void that the car had smashed open, a ferocious beast rising from the ground.

Sensing the overreaction of the "that one" within her staff, Mostima's habitual smile grew richer, feeling she had gained an interesting topic to discuss, which she could chat about with those special-colleague comrades when returning to Rhodes Island to report.

——But for now, let's just focus on the present!

In the restored normal flow of time, as she landed she was greeted by a sea of fire hot enough to melt building walls, and behind her Texas leapt forward, giving her an urging glance.

So she readily responded.

Clang!

!

The staves clashed again, the bell rang once more, bringing a destructive impact that collided with the sea of fire, cleanly swallowing it and protecting the tables, chairs, and floor-to-ceiling window behind them.

This seems to be the personal office of some important figure.

Usually many people would nod and bow here, but at this moment no one cared.

"What kind of staff is that!!"

The man whose bleeding had stopped but who had not directly regrown a new arm was also astonished, questioning the fallen angel opposite him.

It seemed he had realized that Mostima's staff's nature was even more outrageous than the information he knew suggested.

If his staff were an ultra-modern crystallization, a fully engineered product of mechanization and AI life, then the other's staff would be an ultra-ancient school's congealed essence.

Even if the old material craft merely mimicked modern style, it somehow sealed an ancient, violent ferocious beast inside the staff?!

How antiquated a plaything must a staff be to seal an aberrant creature?

Totally unexpected—to encounter such completely opposing spellcasters at this very time and place.

But precisely because he has lived long and seen much, he urgently wants an answer.

Likewise, both embed intelligence in their staffs; perhaps the other's scheme has its own advantages.

Endowing AI with a soul, even letting AI awaken a soul, has always been a skill only top-tier departments can master; clubs and such have no access whatsoever.

But compared to his questioning, Mostima evidently felt that the voice simultaneously issued by a colleague was more worthy of attention:

"His staff is extremely dangerous; you must create an opportunity for him." Texas clearly was used to Mostima's displays, his face still bearing the sternness that arose from her formidable combat power, "must constantly give him limits——"

She hadn't finished speaking when she suddenly froze in place.

Nor is it her fault; at this moment the other two were equally startled, staring wide-eyed as the v-shaped gold light rod that nearly filled the floor-to-ceiling window examined the three startled people.

Whoever is confronted with such a thing filling the whole window up close can't help but hold their breath, especially since the three all saw that the v-shaped gold light was actually an eye.

Just like the full-coverage helmets of ancient knights and modern mechs often employ that v-shaped eye‑slot design, that gold light is clearly such a thing, and it is also gradually spewing out black flowing flames.

As if black flames were scorching outward from within.

Causing the nearby glass to distort slightly.

Setting aside the eye's change, that eye, though some ten meters away, still could occupy the whole office floor‑to‑ceiling window—how huge must that head be? How massive must its body be?

Reverence for giant beings is etched into the genes of all living things; thus at this moment the 56‑meter‑tall beast lowered itself to survey the fluctuation that had earlier caught his attention, and the three people being stared at instinctively froze.

Two of them could hardly believe that this was actually a teammate.

And the third simply wanted to play dead.

In the end, all three could only watch as the eye, now wholly replaced by black flame, gathered a pallid light upon the fallen angel gripping the staff.

Then, that gaze shifted amid the noise of the wind‑blasted glass panes, taking steps that weighed tons.

It carried the air of: "It's fine, you all keep going."

So, shall we continue?

Of course we continue!

As long as one side does not intend to flee this dangerous area, the battle will not stop, and right now the opportune moment is the shout from the Penguin Logistics employee channel: "Monster** give it to Boss Linton! Texas and Mostima, you two are responsible for the target, need support? I and Ke Song can rush over anytime!"

Although both thought it unnecessary, mentioning 'Linton' confirmed he was not an enemy, which also counts as a reassuring timely remark.

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【Ai Lei King】

【Ace Killer】

【Belial Ultraman】 crossed out, 【Aomo's Devilification】

Belial Fusion Beast: Thunder Killer.

This synthesis formula, given the lack of Belial cards, Aomo chose to use himself as a substitute.

Relying on that extreme restraint that still exists, the deep darkness hidden in the heart, even the power in the monster cards can be suppressed and mastered together with that obsessive desire, and the highly inhuman fitting body as the demon side.

This is the confidence that Aomo gained from being selected for the annual dark-system villains' thousand-person promotion race in just a few days!

——Of course, if we're being picky, it's just that Aomo is already quite familiar with these two cards, occasionally going crazy, and has confidence in controlling them.

Thus, right now, the Thunder Killer that differs greatly from the original version has been born.

Originally, the dark red scaled skin and colorful timer on Belial Ultraman's chest were replaced by Aomo's devil's black scales and ominous moon marks, and even extending behind him were bright silver folding wings, covering the rear and front sides, like a coat's hem.

Ai Lei King's white body and black markings already match Aomo's devil color scheme quite well, plus the dark gold armor and huge claws of Ace Killer are necessarily unchanged elements, so the final giant beast is actually about fifty percent similar to the original.

Only the unusual armor can be hidden under the wings; only when truly attacking will it open the opponent's eyes.

Now the Thunder Killer really looks like an assassin wearing a cape.

But when the dark flames emanate from the eye sockets and tail tip, quickly scorching the whole body, one can see that the horns on the head and the tail become more like Aomo's devil form.

……Am I really that aggressive?

Because he didn't carry the Beta motorcycle, he followed through with the plan from the previous round—directly fusing the cards of Ai Lei King and Ace Killer into his devilish body, creating a youthful version of the 'Thunder Killer Union' Aomo, and via the reflection of a nearby hundred-meter building, he noticed his own appearance.

Then he silently gazed at the negative-energy monster that had been frightened by his claw directly piercing it.

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Although he was looking at the opponent, the white dot in his eye sockets covered by black flames did not focus.

Whether in private practice or recent use of the cards, he noticed that his devilification traits overwrote the monster's transformed limbs in a manner akin to 'erosion'.

Translating the monster's residual ferocity, opposing the instinctive crushing coldness, tyranny, cruelty…… Aomo thought he already understood himself well, but after the Heavenly Gate journey, he repeatedly discovered his understanding of the inner darkness was rather lacking.

However, from another angle, this is also on the path of gradually improving understanding—he could be a bit more optimistic about this.

But he is obviously not that kind of optimistic person.

If we want to carefully analyze this matter, we should leave it for later.

He is also someone who can distinguish occasions.

Clearly, what he needs to do now is just to continue that unfinished battle.

The 50-meter negative-energy monster, counting the pair of horse ears, is also roughly equal in size, but the Thunder Killer's sturdy legs that look like a strongman's, after the black flame baptism reveal muscle contours and sharp claws, making its stance far more stable than the opponent's.

This will be a clean and swift farewell.

Either way.