Chapter 1587: NO．201：He has always kept his word

NO．201：He has always kept his word.

He may not have the sheer number of monsters to emulate and recreate the Hundred-Body Monster Belial, yet he possesses a strength that even a layperson can see surpasses that of the old monster, a strength symbolized by speed itself.

"I thought he would have a chance..."

"A chance to walk a different path from that child."

"He was a criminal even before crossing over, and here he still hasn't truly restrained himself—how can you say he has a chance?"

The young man stood beside the old man, at the edge of the northeast corner of the concert hall, maintaining that dimensional rift while also being able to use remote-controlled avatars to slash open dimensional cracks.

Of course, this is also clearly shown in that tiny dimensional rift.

Merely pondering during spare moments over eight or nine days, being able to manipulate puppets as easily as an ordinary person is already no small gain.

The reason he can exert some source energy through the puppet medium is still thanks to the advantageous nature of that monster card.

—Driven by spirit, and even resonating with emotion, it is practically a wand of card form.

Even an ordinary person who has never properly cultivated source energy can activate it with slightly stronger emotions; this is also the most common 'ancient method' talked about in the circle.

So as long as one has properly cultivated source energy and has dabbled in forms of energy such as spirit, divine sense, or telekinesis, then one can extend their spirit as far as they can touch the monster card.

Only, though touching is possible, stabilizing its exertion is a test of outward spirit projection.

The slit made by 'Dawn Lord' seemed to the receptionist just a casual gesture, but in reality it was Aomo straining to the utmost in pretense; conversely, the dimensional rift he opened here for the symbol of the old family head was truly effortless, a casual flick of the wrist.

Even if that side's disguise required considerable effort just from straining the fingertips, Aomo still could not immediately withdraw and leave.

After all, this matter has not yet been truly resolved.

Even if the high priest of the Beast Cult were to fight his new will in this battle, not a single other follower of the Beast Cult would participate, let alone mention that the Seekers of Light Club still has some uncaught fish there.

This nest, after all, still needs to be struck.

Regardless of whether the Association and Carrot Hero are both investigating on their sides, my own arrangements here might not be needed—if not needed, that's good; if needed, it could turn the tide, and even just having the leeway to put on a show is still there, so he does not hesitate to invest.

He is always willing to invest, just as he once drew a path for the moon-charging symbol of that other universe on the grounds of trade.

And this has become the benchmark for this old family head's lament:

"Even if you say that, you have communicated with that child calmly and peacefully, and pointed out to him that he has the right to choose, haven't you?"

"The right to choose always holds value in the mouths of outsiders, old lady..." The youth calmly gazed into the distance at the idol on the stage, treating the goddess's wave from afar—unseen by others—as if it were nothing.

Swish!

Then in the next second came this sharp wind sound, which he caught between his raised claw and fingers.

An ice cream stick.

This is the true nature of the wind sound; on the stick, scratched by the demon's finger joints, there is also an especially classical '【Thank you for your patronage】' inscription.

It seems even the goddess has a day of bad luck.

As for her temper, it remains as great as ever, merely not responding—you want to bless Aizhi? Just do it directly; the basic bet was fulfilled, yet you delay giving rewards and throw a tantrum—acting like a god, truly unbecoming...

Aomo, dissing inwardly without restraint, lowered his fingers, reverted to human form, treated this as a not-worth-mentioning interlude, and continued his unfinished words.

"And that person who walks head-down on his own path has never felt there was a fork in the road ahead."

"Do you not believe that child has the possibility of liberation?"

"I believe the very definition of liberation is itself biased."

Relaunching his gaze toward the dark Zaki in the rift, powerfully contending against Dark Grundel, Moonlight Monster, Thus: Lipiya, and Razor Diramaga, while ancient Guubasa still faintly holds the upper hand, Aomo hurriedly poked and prodded on the light screen.

After that, Ultraman Ace burst onto the battlefield, swiftly retrieving the wounded Guubasa with damaged wings and the Razor Diramaga, which, though not seriously wounded, had nearly been bisected at the waist by super-gravity rays.

Though a mishap was narrowly avoided, it was only thanks to Jie De and Sai Luo suddenly appearing to provide cover that they were not swept away by the lightning rays hot on their heels.

What is the rush?

Letting Sirius and Rudolf go up is because one has a hard enough skill set and also enough variety, the other flies fast enough to engage in guerrilla tactics.

These two are not easily broken; if the fighting style is conservative enough, they might even emerge unscathed.

But once the Qianming representative and Bai Ren Narita's monster support arrived, the originally spacious sky and ground instantly began to feel crowded.

This directly allowed Dark Zaki's beams and light bombs to have much more room to shine, especially Bai Ren's straightforward Razor Diramaga, which took several punches matching Noah's values from the opposing side—even if not swept by the lightning rays, it was still enough to provoke.

Seeing this, Aomo immediately messaged the Ace Brother—hurry up and pull those two reckless guys back for me!

Even if monster fusion is destroyed, it's merely a de-transformation, but de-transforming in that place is no joking matter.

Aomo thought to himself: Bai Ren can be forgiven, but Qianming ought to be a steady fellow in daily life... well... a steady role at specific times—how could he also lose judgment like that?

In contrast, Bai Ren, with mercenary work experience, ought to have some combat judgment... this pointing and pointing can wait until after the battle, Aomo saw that Jie De and Sai Luo did not boastfully unleash their enhanced forms to fill those two's dangerous positions, and said nothing.

220,000 tons of wrist strength, 250,000 tons of grip strength—though astonishing to the point that even Jie De's Mighty Bull form (valiant form 150,000 tons wrist strength, 90,000 tons grip strength) cannot compare, one punch could shatter Razor Diramaga's armor, which inherently carries cutting damage—but those two Ultramen are also blood-ox durability kings.

In their respective states of facing a formidable foe, choosing to rush into battle in advanced enhanced forms, feeling something off afterward, then being covered in radiance—Galaxy Rising Jie De and Radiant Sai Luo appeared together!

Setting aside that certain space rabbit, which due to insufficient energy from home cannot independently become the ultimate radiant form, it is already fair to say each has brought forth their lifetime of learning, giving the other the treatment of an independent theatrical film.

"Given his condition, how can you believe he chooses to let go not because he is suffering, not because he is being tormented and oppressed by his own heart?"

"..." Speed Symbol did not speak.

She merely gazed at that, whose actual battle footage embodies the Destroyer God's title, such that even Galaxy Rising Jie De and Radiant Sai Luo must adopt clever strategies just to barely fight, indeed surpassing many side stories, stage plays, and Zaki's portrayals, heading straight for the treatment of a TV finale's Dark Zaki.

Gazing at its hollow killing intent, listening to its cold sneer, then finally fixing her eyes on the moment it finally caught Rudolf off guard, and after bringing down the Moonlight Monster shielded by the typhoon, it wildly roared.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Compared to that child who once wanted to explode with me, this big child before me now clearly comes as even more beyond cure.

He no longer feels hesitation, no longer feels pain, nor does he even indulge in fantasies of post-destruction visions.

Clearly awakening the light he once saw in childhood, yet he still chose to devote himself to the monster in his heart.

"Having broken through the monster card's limitation that should have made it inferior in all aspects to the original, it has become true Dark Zaki, and will no longer be the figure bound by hatred, by family, by the past."

Gazing at the screen where it beats a host of monsters and Ultraman allies into constant retreat, truly a war god's Dark Zaki, that finally established its lair, allowing Dawn Lord to take his leave in a few words, he then mustered great energy and waved his hand again toward the distant stage where Aizhi bowed in thanks.

Then he turned his gaze back once more to the Speed Symbol slowly opening her eyes.

"Do you think this change is merely a passing fancy?"

After that question, the few seconds of silence were followed by an old man's response.

"He made his choice long ago."

"Then you began to realize—" Aomo reached into his coat, slowly pulling out a card case and opening it, "The path I pointed out merely lets him see more clearly where he stands."

"Why did you push him like that?"

The old man who drew this conclusion, contrary to expectation, became even more composed, turning his head to look at the several cards he had drawn from the case, which, from the surging magical energy, transformed into the most ferocious face imaginable.

Using this face to push the person in Shen yuan deeper was strangely convincing, but speed as a symbol clearly did not bind him to stereotypes.

So she waited for his answer.

Meanwhile, he merely gazed at the scene in the gap with his flickering flame-eyes, enough to enrage the card player into lightly tapping the card face with his sharp knuckles.

"If it's beyond saving, why bother pretending to turn back?"

He asked in that deep, resonant voice, his eyes waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Though he didn't think this declining state was irreversible, he indeed couldn't ignore it like the Beast King would.

It wasn't that he couldn't let go of everyone.

But he had promised the demon god Zero.

To choose a suitable moment, to let Him out to move about.