Chapter 1366: NO．270：Even Xiedi's dog, if it passes by, will be sucked away by Aomo in one go

NO．270：Even Xiedi's dog, if it passes by, will be sucked away by Aomo in one go.

It has been said that, to ordinary people, combat is dialogue.

The core of any contest is probing and understanding each other, and in this process of probing and understanding, you gradually realize what kind of opponent the other is, what kind of person they are.

Thus combat is dialogue.

On the grasslands of the horse races, many so-called archrivals have revealed themselves in repeated duels.

The more repeated, the deeper the mutual understanding becomes.

On a battlefield where life is not at stake, archrivals always appear with surprising ease, for all that is required is an unyielding challenger's will.

On the road of extreme dreams, excellent challengers are many, yet to reproduce them on the battlefield of life-and-death combat still offers a chance—whether it be the Dark Ultraman Killer or the Abos, they are fine examples proving that, in the universe where the Ultramen dwell, having life at stake is still not the end.

Even if you have lost life and soul, remnants of obsession can still remain.

Dreams know no nobility or baseness, no good or evil; if they reach the utmost depth, they can shake the natural order and forge turbid miracles.

But so far, Aomo has never had a so-called archrival.

Thanks to the excellent performance of the Jiemen District Prison, and thanks to his exceptionally thorough methods—destroying the soul together is merely mercy; true cruelty lies in fixing both body and soul into the essence of a single container.

It is practically like being made into a specimen, then processed into a skin suit, a corpse garment, possessing an even more sinister chill than his black-haired horse maiden under him.

For him, it remains the same saying—combat is interrogation.

Interrogation is a questioning from above, a directed investigation with clear aim, a rigorous and meticulous inquiry, lacking equality and leaving little room for resistance.

What it represents is exactly what the Heavenly Power Judgment Nigikalis is doing.

Suppress!

Maintain suppression!

You are a triune fusion, I am too; you retain the abilities of the components, and so do I!

In this beast‑form confrontation, compared to Black Kill Three's focus on raw numbers and the development path of enhancing special dark energy, Nigikalis clearly leans more toward functionality.

The artificial mind monitors data, calculating weaknesses and routes, while the heavenly‑earthly dragon‑serpent penetrates with natural wrath, receiving the power that the barrier cannot filter, transmitted by countless nature deities.

Yes.

At this very moment, Aomo's reason for insisting on the Heavenly Power Judgment rather than the costly berserker combo of Crimson Lotus Explosion Godzilla and Demon God ZERO largely lies in his having made a grand‑scale calculation.

At this moment, when almost the entire federation is relaying the live broadcast, the confrontation with Luzhas is no longer merely a battle of the Jiemen District alone.

Although those officials still insist thus, the nature deities inhabiting this planet do not see it that way.

Compared with those other deities that slip away easily, even having their homes directly in outer space, the nature deities are all earth‑bound spirits and cannot flee at all.

Not only can they not run away, but most also possess a strong sense of homeland belonging; their aversion to extraterrestrials is usually far greater than to transmigrants, and there is a distinctly clear element of discriminating against 'outsiders' within.

And Black Kill Three, or rather the Dark Ultraman Killer, even though it is a life conjured by Luzhas's group of extraterrestrials on earth, ought logically to be eligible for a federation green card.

But in the eyes of all the nature deities, this thing, being both extraterrestrial and transmigrant, carries the stench of 'outsiders' to the point of polluting the earth!

Quick!

Hurry and give that cosmic country bumpkin a slap! Use the iron gauntlet I sponsored for you!

——Even though blocked by the federation's strongest barrier, Aomo can still feel the incessant energy being transmitted.

And that urging, as if substantive.

Especially there is a fluctuation so familiar it becomes especially clear; the transmitted power share even nearly throws Nigikalis's fusion into imbalance.

Don't dawdle! Quickly blast him!!

——by Renlong

Don't rush, don't rush, the gun barrel's overheating!

Having just fired a full round of shells, the strongest dark‑rainbow laser can still continue; the mechanical armor is another matter, yet this does not hinder the normal operation of the propulsion device on Nigikalis's armor, allowing that body, which looks inherently heavy and huge, to continue displaying surprisingly agile movements.

Fist meets fist, claw intertwines with claw; the battle's end is melee, but the enemy's end is not an old man, letting this battlefield lose the label of soul‑wandering, and sparing both sides from suffering the performance of soul‑wandering.

A flat expanse, the ground of only rubble and stone cracks and collapses, then heals, yet the whole space is being tangibly shaken and distorted.

Then it is filled in by countless dark‑green codes.

——Data erosion, creating a data‑ized domain, originally a technique of Gilbalis for obliterating planets, equally usable as a temporary rewrite patch for the barrier, and it can also give certain Digital Monsters a homely feel, adding a bit of performance boost.

Explosions ring out in mid‑air one after another; the high‑energy particles leaping from each other's ray techniques collide frenziedly, their density so great it can even interfere with military observation precision; only those of the same rank—those transformed into ultimate‑light‑form Sai Luo, the trinity‑style Oubu, the Super Dragon King‑fused Superhuman Berserk Gurielt, and the ten‑carriage Gui She alliance's barely second‑rank Gakula—can intervene in this battlefield.

And at this moment, what is most reassuring is the hastily erected mended barrier successfully covering, allowing countless warriors holding beams, missiles, and magic cannons to finally stop worrying whether their attacks might become the final straw, and to gladly pour fire into the Black Kill Three that is biggest in size and hardest to hit empty.

——Then a small portion of that damage was poured onto Nigikalis, which, under the half‑body bolster of Leiblang, likewise stands 300 meters tall.

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Whether it be Renlong, Rainbow Snake, or Gilbalis, all stand out with strong defense; their ultimate achievement, the Heavenly Power Judgment, is also a thick‑skinned, thick‑fleshed master capable of rushing into a human spring.

Taking a bit of stray bullet impact is no matter; it's just that one can't help but throw in a question mark.

By the way, using the artificial mind's super‑strong performance, list all these jerks.

Although it's not worth launching an inquest against each, one still ought to note it down; otherwise how could one say Aomo is petty‑minded?

Just when he diverts his attention for a second via multithreading, he can't help but come back and throw in an inverted question mark.

Because the list shows Ailisuzhi, Xi, and Trexis.

Hey! You two kids, one a child and the other not so child‑like!!

Although it's a bit tangled, but now is not the time to deal with the 'insider'.

"Director Linton, try this! It's powerful!"

A message sent from the frequency band of the military tech R&D department causes, likewise, a flock of dragons to disperse into light points, covering countless gun barrels; at the instant when their cooling is completed a second time, needless to say, the dragon jewel on Nigikalis's forehead scatters green scanning light, embracing the missiles mounted on enemy warplanes and shooting straight at him.

Scan, erode, seize.

Even before hitting, the missile vanishes into the invisible; when it reappears, it is within Nigikalis's utterly unnoticeable homogenized full‑body gun tubes.

But Aomo does not intend to fire just then, for the Dark Assassin Triple is at this moment being suppressed jointly by the Berserker Emperor King Gurielt and the Radiant Ultimate Sai Luo.

Compared with a poor state, a poor angle is the deadly factor in shooting.

Fortunately, Aomo isn't fixated on sniping.

Rather, when it comes to choosing firearms, instead of those flashy sniper rifles that emphasize hitting targets several li away, he'd rather grab a shotgun and shove the barrel straight into the opponent's mouth.

Thus, the Nijikalisi now is just like that initial anti-rainbow that charged in—there's not a hint that it will unleash any long-range attack.

But anyone who has seen Jierbalisi fight knows: our fingers are the barrel of a mechanical dragon, the trick being to pack a shotgun shell into a fist, adding blast to the punch.

Although Black Kill Three had already seen this when they first met, he now obviously lacks any leeway to guard against it.

Thus, at this moment, that iron fist—covered in scales and with tiny gun barrels hidden in the gaps between some joints and scales—comes crashing down.

An unusual booming sound erupts from fist to flesh, not only disrupting the plasma assassin's operational flow but also injecting a special catalyst that makes it burst its own crucially important dark assassin's heart.

"What…?! My power? What's going on!"

The miraculous marvelous tool hastily devised by the Boundary Gate District's Technical Research Department, from Black Kill Three's incredulous roar to its gradually hoarse pained cries, shows an effect no less powerful than that of the Kete Team back then.

Only seven seconds.

As if in some strange moment, Black Kill Three's relentless, hard-to-stop full-power heart suddenly let out a dull boom.

Then came an energy shockwave far more exaggerated than that sound, bursting outward from its center.

He isn't dead yet.

He merely lost the special organ that could be called the dark assassin's heart.

But he is not far from death.

Although he can still shift between light and dark, he can't endure another volley of beam energy.

At this point he even hesitates over whether to take which Ultraman warrior or that loathsome dragon-serpent beast.

And such hesitation, on a battlefield teeming with enemies, will only make his exit undignified.

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Even before leaving, he has to be shot twice.