Chapter 1605: NO．219：Too far from the ground

NO．219：Too far from the ground

Through the rift opened by Aomo, Bopang left the Hei'an Realm.

Beyond the rift tinted dark purple, a clear blue sky and white clouds stood out strikingly under this bewitching, low‑key hue.

So, just as Aomo watched the other exit the rift, turn and wave, and returned the wave—

A light flashed up, stirring a pale blue sparkle.

It swept past Aomo's side, the fingertips almost touching the edge of the rift.

However,

But that sparkle paused before the gate.

From that extreme‑speed blur emerged a clear figure: even with black mist drifting and obstructing, it still resembled a woman's bodily curves.

"It's rare to see you this rude, Ludaofu."

Grasping her ankle, which shifted between resembling a horse and a beast, he felt as if holding a sword; Aomo regretfully watched this berserk horse girl who simulated a moonlight monster's flight, then flicked his wrist.

Boom—!

Compared to the slight whistle when the opponent charged, the air burst from that flick was surprisingly loud; accordingly, the berserk horse girl flew far to the side.

At the same time, the rift closed.

The Rainbow Snake God markings that had flashed behind Aomo also dimmed.

"The one who opened the door didn't consent to your passage—what are you doing?"

Fading didn't mean disappearing; he began to pull up the sleeve on his right wrist, letting the concealed chain hang down.

One end formed a half‑arc like a moon ring, shedding a pallid cold light, while the other end's two tiny red stones spewed a scarlet hue.

Those were the eyes of a snake‑shaped sculpture.

Since the Rainbow Snake God card was first created, it has rested on Aomo's wrist, substituting for the holy mark and stone that the Snake God's summoner should bear on his body, and also serving as a visual indicator like a signal light.

This made Aomo Lindun both the Rainbow Snake God itself and occupied the summoner's quota, thereby eliminating the risk of being controlled by others.

But this approach also doubles the cost of disguising divinity.

One end stems from himself, the other from the chain; whenever he uses power, some aura inevitably leaks.

This in itself isn't a problem, after all only those affiliated with divinity usually notice it, and such people tend to gather in one place; when dispersed they're rarely seen, and there aren't many over‑reacting long‑haired female ghosts about.

Obviously, he was referring to Zhouri Ningjing.

But perhaps the Rudolf Symbol could also be counted among them.

Aomo watched the figure tumble and recover in a puff of dust, then leap like a beast; he immediately aimed his pair of purple lights at himself, emitting low, muffled growls—though he tried to appear relaxed, he couldn't help sighing.

Likewise, as idols, some can joke freely with fans, then obediently stay afar, waiting for fans to send off their juniors before rushing to meet them.

Some idols can only roar like beasts at fans, their gaze blazing, as if they wanted to devour flesh and blood, unwilling to let the other live.

I hardly count as an extreme sasaeng fan who harms heaven and reason, do I?

Being looked at like this really hurts, especially since you can't comfort yourself by citing their abnormal state.

You know well—that's her will.

It is part of the will hidden by the gentle, kind horse girl, the imposing student council president, the ever‑busy future family head—wild, ferocious, and sensitive; a slight provocation draws twelvefold hostility, as if thinking you'd dare step left foot into the student council today means you'll be ridden tomorrow.

Like a persecution complex, the demon facing that gaze so thought.

That must be a portion of emotion buried in the opponent's heart; what proportion it occupies is a mystery, after all, once the mind‑body issue touches an outer god, it tends toward extremum.

Such expression surely isn't normal, and judgments based on it aren't objective.

Yet this lack of objectivity does little to console oneself.

The more one cares, the more one cannot help feeling sorrow for spring and autumn; then the opponent seizes the chance, raising a hand to fire an ultra‑fast energy ball.

The booming explosion kicked up dust, and the dissatisfied evil spirit accelerated its steps.

The blue light that flared again gave her a boost of swift pursuit, while the black aura gathering in her claws amplified a drive toward her heart's desire—having already ensnared several horse girls in illusion, she rushed straight into the smoke, only to have her wrist seized by a hand.

"It matches the aura of certain demons' crafted arts—is this the power you seek from Him?"

The smoke settled quickly; alongside the words, the clear‑spoken youth had just begun speaking when he didn't have time to examine the opponent's unstable claw before a blue fireball from the shadow of their face smashed into his face—half a second earlier, he had yanked the opponent away, vanishing in place to dodge the fireball and reappear nearby.

Then came the opponent's shield, unfazed by teleportation jitter, unfolding as if to use the energy barrier with physical collision volume as a debuff skill.

Quite clever, the timing flawless, yet it clearly revealed a lack of understanding of Aomo.

Thus she would see Aomo meet her with a left fist, shattering the blue barrier at once while spreading his fingers.

The sealed polygonal barrier enclosed her, while he withdrew half a step as his hand loosened, watching Jetton's energy shield serve as a Hippolyte alien's glass casing—just as he relaxed, he saw the opponent raise both hands, cold light converging from claw tips, instantly slicing the clear barrier straight at him.

"?"

Although it was an energy shield powered by the card, it shouldn't be so easy to break, and those two claws hardly resemble a moonlight monster's abilities……

"Is it your own cultivated source energy?" The metal fingertip caps covering his five fingers swatted away the black mist clinging to his face; Aomo frowned, eyeing the other hand fast approaching, sidestepped, and asked, "Or is it a variant of evil‑god power?"

"Aomo… wish…"

At last he uttered something somewhat unlike a beast's roar, fairly articulate, yet utterly dishonest.

"You shouldn't say that while knee‑striking, should you?"

Like steel, the silver‑wing phantom unfolded; rising to avoid the knee strike, a lower pair of wing‑shaped phantoms rose like a shield before him, bracing the powerful kick that could make even an activated Rainbow Snake God Aomo retreat repeatedly.

If this were an ordinary person, they'd likely be kicked in half…… Having that thought flash through his mind, he twisted aside to evade the black aura that truly wanted to join forces with BGM to liberate his deepest desires.

"Shouldn't others' wishes be fulfilled by themselves?"

"No… ability……"

"Ha, that truly sounds like an emperor's insight."