Chapter 137: I'm a kind-hearted person—I can't stand to see you suffer like this (4k, too lazy to split)

The summer of Jiemen District is, naturally, also the summer of the foreign realm.

Overcast clouds lingered, eventually giving rise to continuous rain.

The rain did not hinder movement, so no one chose to break the rain curtain; under the rain curtain, the anti-terror mobile unit and the special operations unit had already split into two groups.

The main force went to meet the monster, while the small team continued to infiltrate the building, waiting for a chance to apprehend the criminals.

Of course, this order was issued based on the notification from Penguin Logistics.

Knowing that two 'assistants' were still in the building, and that the other monstrous beast with its ferocious appearance fully revealed was actually a friendly premise, this arrangement was made.

"This should be fine now."

The levitation function allowed the vehicle to descend slowly; Ke Song, while steering and driving away from the battlefield, also had to keep an eye on the light screens the angel was handling.

She was checking the progress.

Although I trusted that teammates would be reliable at critical moments, I still needed to be extra careful, after all, this kind of mess doesn't happen often.

Even the car wasn't running smoothly.

After a somewhat uneasy landing in midair, she was instead forced to feel the ground's tremors. Ke Song only needed to look up to see the black monster that was overturning buildings being beaten down by another monster; each retreat caused a noticeable tremor.

However, after just a few steps she entered an obstacle within Ke Song's field of view, prompting her to turn and look again at the light screens the angel was operating.

Over there, it just ended.

"All right! Lindun Xiao Ge's data has all been verified…" The angel turned her head to greet Ke Song, their eyes meeting.

She beamed and said: "The special operations team should be able to apply for a new altered domain with peace of mind."

Because the company's style always throws in some incidents, every employee of Penguin Logistics knows by heart the process of "sending member data to local law enforcement → verification passed → as an assistant enjoying official permission and even assistance."

Of course, Aomo Lindun is not a member but a client, and Penguin Logistics cannot send messages to the authorities for all the events it participates in.

But this isn't a problem!

You see, the angel thinks it's fine; watching Lindun Xiao Ge turn into that appearance, she even got excited and threw a punch, just like a kid imitating on-screen character actions.

She indeed loves watching this kind of mighty giant monster. As her clan's proud "school demolition demon," even her movie picks are the kind of American-style blockbusters that elders expect.

Need guns, need explosions, need big scenes!

Big monsters are fine too!

Although these two look like they walked out of a tokusatsu set, cloud monster fans don't need to worry about that!

!

Wuhu! Xiao Ge takes off!

If it weren't for Texas keeping her in check, she would have long gone to ask Aomo for an autograph; seeing him swallowed by darkness and white light and turned into a giant monster earlier made her want to pull out her phone and start filming right away!

Rather than just staying here doing the "standard procedure" honestly.

But we can't just not do it, can we?

Everyone has seen enough of the plot where Ultraman gets backstabbed by the defense team on set; although the angel hasn't experienced much of it, she, who has long worked with her partner, at least knows how to refuse being surrounded by friendly forces.

Quickly take the data Aomo reported when issuing the commission, filter and simplify the identity, and forward it to the special operations team.

Now they should be able to reassess the battlefield level and reapply for the barrier, right?

If they don't apply now, they'll really have to demolish the house!

The angel can see that Lindun Xiao Ge is consciously guiding the battle to an area with scattered buildings, less dense; but if a barrier to reduce destruction isn't given in time, the expected losses and even death toll cannot be avoided.

This way, it feels Penguin Logistics will have to appear in the news again, which is purely unpleasant.

Although the boss likes big scenes just as she does, this unnecessary sacrifice is not a point in its favor.

The angel was a bit anxious, but after just sending the signal, she felt somewhat relieved.

Seeing Lindun Xiao Ge had also moved out of sight, she also lay flat on the vehicle's platform, still holding a weapon, but looking up at the high part of the building ahead.

"I'm getting bored; do you really not need help up there?"

Texas is her long-term partner, and Mustima is a target she once pursued; fighting alongside either would never be boring, but now that they're together, she's left to guard below.

This made her very silent.

Why not remodel the guard gun again? By the way, let's also flip through that angel cultivation lecture again—where did I put it?

She thought to herself.

She had long been aware of——

——the fact that her own combat power can't keep up with those two.

Ke Song and Kong, both similarly lacking, one chose to further specialize in intelligence gathering and networking, while the other chose to study at the Tianmen City's sonic energy stage, also further developing prospects as a singer.

As for herself, she seemed somewhat lazy.

She had been staying in Jiemen District, occasionally fighting with some gangs, sometimes doing dangerous work with Texas for excitement, but the truly dangerous work seemed to be mainly Texas's responsibility……

This can't go on.

For now, the only option is to build an Angel Gundam…… her somewhat whimsical mind thought so.

Beside her, a colleague with both hands on the steering wheel was scrolling light screens to find a usable corridor view, and did his best for her need: "I haven't heard of any help, but maybe the battlefield is too dangerous to speak, after all, going all out is still quite difficult——"

As soon as her words fell, she saw everything before her change color for an instant, including what she could see of herself.

Moreover, the light screens she was fiddling with showed obvious fluctuations.

"All right, the police have redeployed the barrier on their side; shouldn't both sides get serious now?"

Just as if in response to her words, two seconds later a sudden screech from above made her instinctively slam the pedal for full-speed reverse.

Her judgment was correct; the spot where the vehicle had been was now covered by a large amount of falling debris from above.

Meanwhile, the angel, her dignity protected by the seatbelt, was leaning forward and gazing up at the building.

Then a sound like a great bronze bell filled the space; countless silvery ancient air currents condensed into an old clock sequence, from i to XII, each endpoint resembling a shackle, binding the phantom of a ferociously roaring giant beast.

That was exactly the true form of the double staff held by their two colleagues.

Called the "Black Lock" and "White Key," the prison's confinement holds a giant beast; its recognized holder can communicate and wield the beast's power, to some extent touching the authority directly related to "time".

A huge beast once destroyed a nation; the sky, ripped apart by temporal‑spatial chaos, finally fell under time's arbitration.

At this very moment, beneath the altered barrier that now fears no collateral damage or loss——

——a power capable of razing the whole building first flared into view, and an intangible clock etched this scene.

And as the building collapsed, Ke Song hurriedly put the car in reverse to widen the distance, the arc‑light flashing through the rain came swiftly.

A fine rain fell silently,

showers came in continuous succession,

a rain of swords—pouring down!

Dense blade‑light, wrapped around multiple dark‑red swords, burst forth together from between the collapsing aerial floorboards, pouring down upon the man suspended by the spell formation, unleashing the swordsman's full comprehension of 'rain' and 'blade'.

That was a bleak chill originating from rain falling elsewhere.

The names of the twin swords, 'Blueberry' and 'Dark Chocolate,' carried no expectations from their wielder; after all, at first they were merely a gift she was reluctant to accept.

The wielder held no special attachment to the weapon; if not for its unusual craftsmanship, she would likely have switched to another long ago.

A person from Syracuse who does not cling to the sword, but walks his own path.

Even though he is no longer in the same region, his swinging blade still carries the same bleak chill.

Yet it remains razor‑sharp to the extreme!

And beyond that figure and the sword rain, in a broader expanse of sight.

That burly, massive ferocious beast then swung an exaggeratedly sized metal claw, plain and unadorned, piercing the black giant beast's external carapace.

【A ten‑year‑old book friend recommended this reading app, Wild Fruit Reading! It's damn useful—I rely on its audiobook playback while driving or before bed to kill time; you can download it here. yeguoyuedu】

The monster, no longer able to maintain that calm, struggled to break free.

In its altered state as a biological weapon bearing sharp, tough proliferating tissue, the so‑called struggle amounted to pure destruction—unfortunately, this place is already covered by the altered barrier.

In this temporary otherworld opened upon reality's foundation, any destruction bears no relation to reality; it is precisely this design basis that allows the foreign realm to receive relatively normal repair allocations.

The negative‑energy beast never cared about destruction; the one who cares is a stingy miser constantly draining resources, so this is clearly a reinforcement for the latter, even a signal to let loose.

This time there are no passing strange digital beasts to interfere with judgment; the barrier's strength rating is sufficient to withstand pressure, so the Thunderbolt Slayer will not give the opponent a chance.

On the fixed, proportionally normal yet still sharp left claw, dark‑gold thunder lurks, ready to explode.

Thunderclaw/thunderw, it injects a current sufficient to temporarily paralyze the giant beast's body into the claw; numbness and burning pain make it flinch instinctively, yet it cannot pull away because its sharp, slender bone‑spike tail has already coiled around the opponent's ankle.

For Alei Wang, the tail is always the organ best suited to conduct electricity, even if its form has changed.

Tail of Thunder/thuail, a dark‑gold thunder pillar extends along the long tail; two damage‑control skills, one small and one large, are enough to keep the negative‑energy beast from leaving its attack range, whereupon a pallid moon‑blade shoots from the black flame in the v‑shaped eye socket, slicing face‑to‑face and effortlessly cutting through the beast's neck armor.

A dim gaseous aura seeps from the wound—that is precisely the opponent's composition.

Lightning Slayer Cut/lighter, that is the name of the sharp moon‑blade, which ought to be a dark‑red frenzied blade wrapped in the natural electric arc.

Any contact with Alei Wang's raw power inevitably brings an electric arc, and every skill in the set, regardless of strength, carries paralysis.

That negative‑energy beast, in fact, is being electrified from head to tail, and having found no chance to resist, it must face the surging lightning gathered and dancing from the Thunderbolt Slayer's chest‑crescent.

At this moment, the pair of silver‑white wings that had always been folded at its sides fully unfurled, and the moon‑light woven with Alei Wang's black stripes streamed from the inner side of the wings toward the chest‑crescent.

The Thunderbolt Slayer's ultimate skill is named Thunder Death Charge/thuhcharge.

Gathering Alei Wang's thunder, Aisi Slayer's killing intent and beam technique, and in a traditional union also Belia's dark surge, the power is released together.

But when released from Aomo's hand, it carries a touch of strange peculiarity.

In this discharge of thunder, the ferocious‑bodied beast's hue is no longer dark gold but a silvery thunder pillar formed from pallid light and azure‑tinged current, its overly brilliant radiance piercing straight through the negative‑energy beast's body.

Current branches scattered by the raindrops drag along a large expanse of heavy, spreading black mist.

That is an excessively scorching radiance that once pierced the distant clouds, and even the beast's own chest displayed vast amounts of steam and deformed metal.

The same black mist also emanates from around the chest‑crescent, as if even the Thunderbolt Slayer himself could not withstand such brilliance.

Too many onlookers watching this scene merely regard it as an overexertion.

But the demon dwelling in darkness understands that this giant's composition includes similar darkness; his pallid light would not normally provoke such turmoil, yet the overbearing thunder still hammers that false radiance into a truly scorching hue.

A wondrous chemical transformation, one that can surely be put to use next time.

Feeling how perfectly he meshes with darkness, to the point that even the radiance in his heart is icy moonlight, he can also unleash a laser scorching enough to rival an Ultraman's.

The Thunderbolt Slayer's sharp fingertip claws lightly graze around the chest‑crescent.

The stinging pain originating from the wound is so real it makes his body tremble involuntarily, and the light pupil in the v‑shaped black smoke once again falls upon the negative‑energy beast pierced in the chest but not yet fallen.

The beast also gazes at him, as countless droplets are diligently scattered in the lingering rain clouds, hanging between their light‑and‑dark stare.

In those black eyes once again surface the familiar sorrow, loneliness, and aloof disdain for everything.

It ought to have gone mad from the pain of an irreparable fatal wound, dying in struggle, yet it is actually utterly calm, even lacking the initial frenzy when it first appeared.

Just what kind of master could give rise to such a tranquil, burning loneliness and aloofness?

This might be Aomo's bad habit; he has fallen into contemplation again, on this battlefield.

But fortunately his thinking never takes long, let alone the attacks launched by other warriors on the battlefield that explode upon the monster, enough to stir the Thunderbolt Slayer's keen perception, prompting him to turn and raise his own ferocious claw.

He now feels a twinge of guilt, because the monster is still watching him.

That gaze, free of malice or resentment, still makes him realize he is allowing the opponent to persist in painful torment.

It won't be long......

The Thunderbolt Slayer opens its metal‑covered beetle‑like mouthpiece; the sound it emits is not human speech, but rather the reedy tone of insufficiently matched vocal cords.

He doesn't care whether the other can understand; he is more like muttering to himself, then stepping forward, charging, and swinging his claw.

The huge, sharp killer's claw is enough to end the life of a mortally wounded monster.