Chapter 1736: NO.350: But the positive squad leader is often red

NO. 350: But the positive squad leader is often red.

Some developments are unsurprising.

Especially after some flag-like words are spoken, there is even more a sense that cause and effect have already been locked, as if one is still feeling the sensation of driving Demon God Zero.

If you say that Aomo, after synchronizing a few times with Demon God Zero, became similar in ability to Shu's side, that is obviously somewhat absurd.

But such a strong premonition is clearly not an illusion, after all only thirty-five minutes have passed since then.

Thirty-five minutes, what can one do?

One could bid farewell to the guide beast that brought your room, and with one's partner, holding concealed identity mimic data, explore the black market for twenty minutes; then, seeing that time is nearly up, prepare to visit the shop information locked by the intelligence combination of Kan Long and Shi Huaiya.

Although along the way one had already gained much content that could be marked in red in memory by relying on a cold, ruthless way of speaking, the real gain was surely to go to that shop where fugitives would seek refuge, right?

This process again took five minutes.

Inquiry and observation took seven minutes.

The concise dialogue, even through the mask, still let him notice clues from behavioral details and action habits; this observational skill was his key to success, but before he could consider whether to arrest on the spot or exchange for proper professional personnel, he had already sensed the change in atmosphere.

Or, according to the Dongyan Source Energy Cultivation Circle, this should be called killing intent.

Although saying this in the data world is somewhat strange, when the data world restores as much as possible of everything that can be restored from the real world, the external manifestation of this condensed killing intent emotion is no longer illusory.

Also at this moment, the vague, illusory sense of locked cause and effect rose to the mind as a clearer conclusion.

Here it comes.

"Eh eh eh, what's wrong! Don't pull me, I'll follow!"

Together with the partner who, although equally alert, had no intention of leaving the shop, they walked out of the shop and immediately headed toward the more crowded direction, with Aomo plunging into the crowd; actually, not having walked far, he stopped his steps.

Three minutes have passed.

In total thirty-five minutes, the companions that should have been numerous and dense around the two all dispersed in the utter chill that became increasingly obvious, so much so that even the dullest could notice.

Individual existences could hardly remain composed, stumbling and crawling away from the spot, relying only on the mimic data still covering their bodies to preserve some dignity……

Of course, the premise of this statement also requires that the mimic data actually works.

Does it work?

Looking at the rapidly converging digital beast troop before him, which unexpectedly had the neatness expected of a formation and ranks, Aomo inevitably doubted that the mimic data operating on himself and the Belstamon was serving as a case of covering one's ears while stealing a bell.

The other party's identity naturally needs no doubt.

The name Ultimate Demon Beast, at first hearing, sounds like an incomplete second-generation boss name; it actually did appear as a bit part in the second generation, but its official name, Demon/God Beast, is a Yellow Banner demon-type Digimon.

Moreover, it inherently possesses the leadership ability to command demon-type and fallen angel-type Digimon, and its lineage has a historical upper limit for evolving into the "Super Ultimate" Digimon.

This is extremely impressive in the Digimon world, not being a "Super Ultimate" but having a historically traceable stable evolution line.

You should know that even though the Digimon network has expanded to the present in the age of information explosion, many Digimon evolution lines remain incomplete.

Some Digimon are even stuck unable to evolve.

Because the forward path has not been cleared, one can only endure the humiliation of an entire clan being stuck there, using oneself to conduct either correct or mistaken, or fruitless, challenge experiments.

Thus, looking again at the Demon God Beast that possesses an actual evolution line, it is not hard to understand that this status gap is like that between a cultivator groping along a wild path and a cultivator from a great cultivation family.

Admittedly, the Super Ultimate Demon God Beast is not easy to promote to. But even so, the basic Demon God Beast itself is quite combat-capable as an Ultimate, and even better at commanding its subordinate forces; it can be called an excellent corps commander needed by any branch under the Seven Great Demon Kings!

Its army formed together with the Evil Dragon Beast, Female Devil Beast/Demon Beast, Corpse Satan Beast, and New Evil Beast is quite a natural combination, and even this era's Digimon popular science will have a record of it.

This also lets Little Aomo instantly confirm that this is a squad under some demon king, and then he looks at the partner who had confidently guaranteed some words half an hour ago.

"Later, with escaping battle as the top priority, you understand?"

"Huh?"

The first sentence spoken is like this, somewhat lowering morale.

Especially for a certain female cowboy who is fully confident, including confidence in her partner, hearing this makes it hard not to turn and give a "What the hell?" look.

"You know very well what state I'm in."

The partner's speech is very fast, as if trying to seize every second before the opponent acts.

"When an emergency arises, it's me who is fine while you are trapped here to avoid this possibility."

"You..."

"I am already rushing here."

Amid the astonished cries of the horse girls, Little Aomo broke away from the entrance, one side continuing to browse the contact program in the Digital Main World, the other side relying on the actually poor-quality connected 'Source Energy Control Network' to control puppets and transmit words.

But it was also exactly when he browsed the contact program, aiming to confirm the latest news from the Mu Hai Detective Agency and the Monarch Beast side that had been contacted in multiple threads in reality, that he glanced at the unread messages in two other windows and stopped the continuous transmission of power.

""

He even began to turn back.

He completely followed the previous transfer coordinates, beginning to rewind like a tape.

"It's fine, put away the lotus root."

"Huh?!"

The Belstamon that raised doubts again this time didn't have a chance to look back at the fickle partner before, already looking up and leaping backward amid the piercing screech swooping down from above.

The ever-changing black scarf, like flowing water, at the same moment turned into steady five fingers, gripping the partner's arm reaching out from the side, and pulling him to follow the backward leap of several meters.

Also at this moment, the dark red blade cut forth, accompanied by a whisper-soft chant like a murmured incantation.

"Wheel Sword Judgment."

Then the 【COMPRESSION】/compression insignia on the right leg of that posture emerged as a faint blur in high speed, and the 【INITIALIZE】/initialization insignia on the right arm did likewise, further testing the dynamic vision of those present with even greater ultra-high speed.

But it is quite obvious.

Here, aside from the demon itself, whose power is constantly enhanced and which, as a command tower outside the digital world, serves as a base station for Aomo's puppet technique signals by the power of Gilbalis, even the Belstamon cannot make out the shape of that sword.

Cold light flies about, only the trajectory remains.

And when even the trajectory cannot be seen clearly, and it is harder for the body to move fast enough to keep up with consciousness, the soldiers of the demon king's army are completely unable to respond to the light slicing past their sides.

Only two seconds.

The twenty-three humanoid‑dragon figures, each tall silhouette, were ripped apart by that single sword, spewing out black data rings, then shattered into countless negative data of the feedback space itself.

「Are you alright! 」

Also at that moment, the slender figure on the sharp silhouette—formed from the heavenly‑descending silver and dark gold and a large swath of crimson cape—finally drew the audience's attention by speaking out.

「Xi… Tuohai? 」

Gazing at that vivid red hair, little Aomo, who ought to have recited his full name out of habit, under some inexplicable restraint, mimicked the tone from his memory.

「Ah! Don't forget to say hello to the Jesi beast! You came here but didn't even drop by for a visit—you're being so distant! 」

「…Indeed, sorry. 」

?? uh…… Thanks to the alliance leader of Quantum Star Dust readers, the extra chapter will be coded tonight; this afternoon I have to go try to update my ID and driver's license medical check, see you later.

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