Chapter 1444: NO．60：Replace the old with the new

NO．60：Replace the old with the new

How can I explain my inexplicable connection with buildings like this venue, so as to truly express why I keep coming here again and again?

Aomo Lindun thought it over and could only come up with some rather biased reasons.

Besides that, what can be confirmed is that I often encounter these criminals who seek conformity.

They love to commit crimes under the noses of the masses, wanting as many tourists as possible yet remaining unnoticed beneath the bright, beautiful light's cruel ugliness.

This probably counts as a kind of exhibitionism, he thought.

Built upon that ever‑exposable thrill, perfecting the satisfaction of walking a tightrope on the edge of destruction, one can feel that they have fooled the masses and proved themselves.

But this doesn't last long, because the concealment method is hardly sophisticated.

In the highly developed source‑energy expansion of the Holy Terra Federation, the system of spells has both pioneers and deepeners, and naturally also those who dissect and deconstruct.

Just as you need to understand the principle to better simplify and strengthen a spell, these processes often cannot be viewed separately,

Except for those minimalist casters who rely on a magic staff, cultivating only magical power and not spellcraft, the vast majority of casters, if they can cast spells, ought to know how to dismantle a spell, and should also understand some spell tracing and countermeasures.

Even if one understands only the basics, it already creates a gap compared to knowing nothing at all.

As for sensing source‑energy fluctuations—that is, perceiving that a spell covers this place……

This, however, has nothing to do with learning; it is purely a matter of personal talent.

Demons here do enjoy a few innate advantages; after their bloodline awakens, their talent for source‑energy perception is doubled, and they can modestly say they are quite gifted.

Thus, from the moment one steps into the venue, they realize that multiple large‑scale source‑energy spells envelop the place.

Of course, at that time he also lacked information.

He still could not confirm the connection between these spells and the target.

After all, it's not strange for important facilities to be covered by several spell formations; nowadays most office buildings, schools, hospitals and the like enjoy this treatment, each according to its own standards to guard against sudden disaster.

But with a veteran of the Light Kingdom's Yellow Flag in the team, and also a cybernetic female ghost who can slip through anyone's building‑management system, Aomo can skip the work of identification.

The unforgettable Ultra Eye cannot pass through walls, but it can see through those deceiving spells, giving form and shape to invisible forces, fluttering before the eye.

He only needs to describe.

Even if his use of Earth language isn't much better than his apprentice's, Aomo's communication ability, which exceeds the human average, makes up for it.

It's fine if he can't explain clearly; the other party is a demon with good communication and comprehension, so a few short words narrow the question range, turning what should be a long narration into a brief Q&A.

Not knowing the center of gravity beneath the spell formation's outline is also no problem.

Moving through such building‑security systems with ease, the cybernetic female ghost can lock onto the operational diagram of a large spell formation stabilized by mechanical devices even earlier, saving Aomo the trouble of exhaustively dismantling spells.

Although a demon's source‑energy training goes only as far as a high‑school diploma, a senior‑year top student's knowledge of source energy generally surpasses that of most university seniors, though it falls short of the post‑graduate researchers who have studied three years longer; still, reading a ready‑made spell‑operation monitoring chart is a breeze.

Thus, six minutes later, the barrier of the entire painting exhibition hall was abnormally triggered; immediately followed by a power outage and the activation of the backup power supply, which also brought about the visitors' startled cries.

Shouting is useless; the abnormally triggered barrier has no overseer, and while it does more than merely trap them in another world, it also links with the present‑world building security.

All the smart electronic locks are in the locked state; nobody can get out, only able to watch the barrier device project the otherworldly scene, astonished as a batch of horse‑girls suddenly appears within.

This is the Anmei District, not the border gate.

Although the horse‑racing industry here is just as popular, it is still far from the border‑gate district.

At a glance, the appearance of a dozen or so horse‑girls does not spark visitors' imagination that it might be a new program; instead, they immediately notice the horse‑girls' listless spirits, weary looks, and even some wounds, making them more uneasy and restless, prompting the guards—whose equipment looks beyond ordinary venue security—to order them to stop.

Make them shut up, make them close their eyes, even want them to forget, completely ignoring the fact that some visitors might actually be secretly streaming live.

"It doesn't feel like the same group."

After eight minutes, once the rescue was successful, Aomo sat on the edge of the venue's west‑gate bench, playing with the monster card in his hand.

And at a corner several corridors away, a man in a suit yet with a potbelly had just leaned against the wall and collapsed; one side of his face, gradually turning inorganic, still glowed with the venue security system's alarm reminder.

Clearly he triggered it, but he can't hear clearly for the moment, and he also doesn't know how the higher‑ups will deal with him afterward.

And the instigator is still lowering his head to gaze at the card in his hand.

On the card's face, the demon‑like black posture flickers as the card spins; only the scar‑like red X‑shaped light wavers on and off, especially ominous.

Hei'an Route Base El, the dark side of Ultraman Galaxy, the shadow opposed to light, has an exceedingly exaggerated setting and rather lackluster combat record.

Compared to the wins and losses against his arch‑rival Ultraman Galaxy, the fact that he was nearly knocked down first by Ultraman Taro leaves a deeper impression and is hard to forget.

Yet none of this prevents it from becoming a new member in Aomo's monster‑card quick‑access slot.

No need to ask; it's naturally for that functionality.

The dark spark that can turn monsters and aliens into figurines can also plunge humans into unconsciousness.

It can perform possession‑type actions, suppressing the original personality, and on that basis extend into a mental AOE skill capable of knocking down everyone; like the other card obtained at the same time, Ultraman Dark Slayer, it can absorb and stockpile the surrounding people's negative energy.

Instant movement, defense specialization, light‑ball long‑range, and various beam, melee, and light‑ball techniques—certain standard abilities of Ultraman Galaxy have, as the dark counterpart of Hei'an Route Base El, fully corresponding dark versions.

Although the Light Kingdom's database defines it as a dark demon god, purely in terms of ability it can be said to be, after Dark Trittiga, the second dark Ultraman card that has fallen into Aomo's hands.

At the same time it has also become Aomo's brand‑new all‑purpose top‑1 card, giving the Mefilas alien's card a chance to retire.

It is merely a possibility.

When Aomo uses the Mefilas alien's card he feels no pressure at all, but when he activates the Hei'an Route Base El card he senses a distinct, obvious sorrow.

Although it isn't as deep a pain as the tearing anguish of Crimson Godzilla, it is another sharp sensation that leaves him feeling sluggish afterward, much like now.

He now feels like someone who has just watched a deeply moving film and must go to work; eager to adjust his mindset, he sits there on the bench turning the card, which at first glance looks like a bored person killing time in a rather flashy way.

"How could you tell?" Nishizaki Yutaka exclaimed in surprise.

He had just been grabbed on the shoulder by Sai Luo, who teleported him there; it was also because this path had no foot traffic and no surveillance that Aomo chose it as the meeting point.

But after arriving, Sai Luo and Zhouri Ningjing, who showed up a second later, were looking at Aomo in puzzlement, leaving the only one who spoke feeling a bit lost.

Compared to a cybernetic female ghost and an Ultraman capable of telepathy, his modest empathic ability is hardly worth noting.

However, he doesn't need to do anything; Aomo simply rose to his feet, and the card trembling at his fingertips instantly transformed into the classic slender V‑neck alien.

"It's amateurish beyond expectation, but for now we should first send those girls away."