Chapter 1762: and translation of chapter title

NO. 376: Big bro, it's like that!

Do you need help?

In the subspace where the puppet resides, right after the personal terminal was unplugged, the final image on the screen was the witch beast making a gesture.

He didn't shake his head, as bishops surrounded him on both sides.

He didn't nod either. Silence held the scene, letting the witch beast smoothly exit the personal terminal screen, and before the direct link between the two modes was severed, it raced back to the partner's terminal screen.

"You really don't need help?" she asked her partner, who resembled a human child.

"Not urgent, not now."

The partner replied bluntly, binding the other-dimensional space with a source-energy system she couldn't see clearly.

The puppet's steps didn't stop; although the cards it carried had already been transferred back to the main body beforehand, the fact that it itself is based on Evolu cells amounts to saying——

It itself can be regarded as a kind of kaiju.

Evolu cells themselves are a kind of cosmic cell from the Diga world, capable of symbiotically coexisting with organisms and greatly enhancing lifeforms, and with a massive infusion of electrical energy, they can further break the limits of organisms and reach the realm of kaiju.

When Xin Tiao Xi initially set up the culture dish, and Suzi adjusted its physical condition according to ergonomics while ensuring no consciousness had arisen, so as to serve as a simple puppet under Aomo, Aomo had already prepared the Terra Federation's high-energy compressed batteries that are strewn all over the streets.

Of course, although those high-energy compressed batteries are everywhere, the amount of electrical energy they can supply at once to run an anti-gravity vehicle for three months is still quite troublesome.

Not only are they expensive, but purchasing them as an individual will also attract police attention.

But purchasing through the agency's channels is much easier; now they lie quietly in the puppet's small storage device, and although they show up on security scanners, they are not confiscated at all.

It seems everyone feels that such a power reserve is rather middling.

Although enough to threaten ordinary humanoid life, it is far from shaking the stance of those who wield kaiju power.

That's naturally quite good.

Originally, looking at that structure which, like some sort of wonder, was built upon a foundation of colossal kaiju bones into a majestic cathedral‑like edifice, while below it was something very common—so common that every subway entrance has a security checkpoint—little Aomo couldn't help but feel...

He felt that the beast sect's security work was really rustic yet meticulous, and it's no wonder they hadn't caught anything after so long.

He felt even more regret, thinking that perhaps he'd have to put in extra effort to retrieve the terminal and storage ornaments that were about to be confiscated——

But the result was that after being inspected, they were simply sent back.

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After a rough inspection and concluding that nothing seemed to have been tampered with, he felt a belated explanation in his mind, yet he couldn't help but be surprised, wondering whether he should retract his earlier exclamation.

It was precisely when he was still questioning how this organization had managed to avoid detection in the past that someone from the usually silent bishopric spoke up as he unconsciously flicked open the terminal, telling him to shut it down.

Well then.

He silently shut down the terminal, while his main body, remotely controlled from the bedroom, couldn't help but retort: 'Maybe I should switch to private mode and act more discreetly.'

After all, not allowing the terminal to be opened but permitting it to be carried gives people a feeling of complete laissez‑faith based on self‑discipline.

"No way..." Bi Ze objected from the side, offering a very commonsense warning: "You should have some equipment there that directly detects radio waves."

That's far too commonsensical.

Even little Aomo found himself glancing at him an extra time without thinking.

"What kind of look is that?"

"You're overthinking it." Little Aomo, having turned his head back, continued to scribble on the screen, sharing the situation there in the most primitive yet luxurious way.

Most primitive: text and images, narrated like a comic strip.

Most luxurious: his extremely fast hand speed lets the evolution of text and images keep up with the changes over there.

When the information density isn't high enough, he even has the leisure to refine his own drawing, making the wondrous architecture of the kaiju cathedral acquire a touch of the ink‑wash spirit found in Gong Bi Ru Hua Lao Shi's brushwork.

Of course, it's only a touch.

After all, the great painter Xi doesn't share his brushes with Aomo (x), and Teacher Umastar is ultimately a calligrapher, not a painter.

Nevertheless, these texts and images are still shared in real time with everyone in the group who is interested in the case, sparking lively discussion among them.

But this is only the beginning.

Although, as Bi Ze complained from the side, there are also some valuable opinions, little Aomo's focus is clearly still on the four‑line operation itself.

Especially the forward observation of Aomo's puppet and the synchronized creation of Aomo's main body.

In a sense, his choice to let the puppet remain silent and obedient to the bishops' guidance also reduces his mental burden, but it cannot be denied that he has always been of the disposition 'preferring to draw conclusions through silent observation rather than direct questioning.'

However, in this vast hall that seems large enough to host a boss battle, what he sees are the teams of cardinals and priests whose beastification is so high they are almost kaiju girls and kaiju men.

Although the beastification tuning service is meant to precisely correct imbalances of body and mind, evidently the organization's internal mindset makes them more eager to display where they are indistinguishable from kaiju.

So when this group saw Aomo's puppet disguised as Jin Yue San, identical to a human except for the short horns of Gomora and a bit of the slimy skin of a blue‑skinned fatty, the contempt in their eyes did not lessen in the slightest.

The master pulling 258,000 in front of his apprentices is just a normal state, but this group's indifference also stems from the 'crime' he committed.

"Jin Yue San, I heard your companions that you contacted have all been arrested by that entity, and you claim they won't leak information, right?"

The leader asked from afar, clearly wearing the special‑pattern uniform of a priest, which displays her identity far more than her symmetrical four‑finger double horns with a Zog‑style makeup‑free face.

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Origin‑Destroying Angel Zog, Second Form. Stripping away the humanoid female guise to reveal its true appearance, it represents a design shift from angel to evil dragon.

And Jin Yue San's reply was especially blunt.

"Yes, they are companions I unearthed locally; I originally planned to recommend them to the sect after this operation, but I didn't expect to encounter Aomo… that entity beforehand."

"Can you guarantee that you never disclosed any other information about the sect to them?"

"I can guarantee that, but you all still need to verify it in your own ways, right? So I suggest we drop those formal pleasantries—we're both in a hurry, aren't we?"

He asked this, and at the same moment, Xiao Xi's window flashed with the content: 【New puppet ready, where to hand over?】

Quite efficient; this efficiency reassured little Aomo considerably, and upon receiving the priest's reply, he had already activated the fifth thread's work.

The new Evolu puppet, activated by the initiation memory imprinted by Shi Huai Ya from the outset of its construction, was also given several kaiju cards, leading straight to the extradimensional space previously entered!

Immediately he bellowed:

"Yuan Tong One Elder Sister! Yuan Tong One Elder Sister, are you here?!"

"?" The noisy commotion drew countless followers to look.

Among them, only a few knew Yuan Tongyi, but they could always understand the second sentence beneath the other's hoarse shout.

"Has Jin Yue San come by?! Jin Yue San's elder brother is dead! They've made a fake!!"

(End of chapter)