Chapter 1867: then translation of title

NO. 482Dongyan examinee：？

"That is to say, you haven't lived up to my expectations?"

Clearly, it is looking up.

But we need to keep the line as a single line. We'll use double quotes.

Gazing up at the Vampire King inverted on the ceiling, the Fallen Morning Star's reaction was similarly the same.

It seemed to transcend arrogance's nature, accepting the other's disrespectful attitude in demeanor, indeed not hindering their conversation, or rather——

——Both clearly aware of what state each other is in and what expectations they hold.

"I've given you several chances, even sent my half-body to assist your plan, but what's the result?"

The calm, clear blue eyes gazed upon the gentleman above; the Holy Beast Fallen Type's gaze was profound, as if looking not at him but toward a farther frontier.

"Don't you think you've given it too much freedom?"

"Do you consider that freedom?" Dadelakushou chuckled lightly.

"It not only failed to become an excellent aid, but instead mingled with humans, demons, and the Royal Knights," the Pride Demon King frowned slightly, "If this isn't freedom, I really can't think of what to call that Gluttony King."

"Is that so? But all I see is a desperate stray dog."

The Vampire King spoke his sharp, vicious critique in an unusually magnetic voice.

"As long as someone waves at it, it will go up; as long as someone helps it, it will lick that person's fingers. It thinks it's walking its own chosen path, but this road is actually all prepared by others for it, right?"

"That sounds like you could get it back on the set path."

"Not likely."

Dadelakushou spread his long arms, shrugged his shoulders barely noticeable under the collar, and the shark‑like sharp ferocious beast mouths on either side of his hips yawned boredly.

"After all, it truly enjoys everything on that road; as for the path we want it to take……uh," it smirked, showing a slightly longer fang on one side in mockery, "Perhaps the original Beelzebub Beast would like it."

These words, upon reaching the Holy Beast Fallen Type's ears, seemed to carry another meaning, prompting him to ask coldly: "Do you plan to reclaim it?"

"Why not do that from the beginning?" the Shadow King denied.

"How many ages have passed before we finally await such a lively moment, in these days when both human children and the pitiful lives of the main world frequently tread, haven't you managed to extract any joy from it? Holy Beast."

"No meaning," the Holy Beast Fallen Type gazed at it, his naturally drooping hands revealing the law of life‑and‑death gambling, "We should discuss making the plan succeed, otherwise just get lost, for constancy will always keep an eye on you."

"That's not entirely true either; I think we still share some common interests——

In the crisp crackling sound, the holy and demonic light orbs were both fixed in midair by an impartial ice‑blue.

In the entire Digital World, few people or beasts ever get to see Dedelakushou's ultimate skill—whether imprisoning souls in the intangible "Gorgon's Eye" or instantly turning everything into ice crystals with "Crystal Transformation", both are legendary beyond compare.

Yet this legend here is hardly cheap, just like the Holy Beast Fallen Type's "Life or Death" clash.

But frankly, it's meaningless.

This greeting gift for both sides is incapable of showing effective damage or making the other shut up; even as a probe it falls short, at most like holding a water cup and splashing water aside—a small gesture of venting emotion.

Not even splashing toward the opposite side.

Thus neither side changed expression because of it; moreover, the Shadow King could naturally continue the topic after freezing the opponent's ultimate skill: "Just like sitting and watching those pitiful beings struggle to feel the wonder of vitality."

"Wonderful? I only find it wasteful," the Fallen Morning Star said coldly.

"They are wasting the vitality I indulge in them, making me constantly want to take back what does not belong to them."

"This makes you quite unhappy," the Shadow King said with some regret, "Being nitpicky will only make life exhausting."

"So that's why you've avoided all these years? Vampire King."

"Watch your words," he raised his index finger, "It's not avoidance, but enjoyment."

"What a joke."

"But you didn't laugh either, Fallen Angel King—don't you think cultivating more secrets is interesting?"

"No."

"My data core has long told me a truth: humans are nothing but pitiful worms whose hearts are full of secrets; but you should understand that the very process of seeking those secrets is enough to fill dull moments."

"So you'd rather help them prolong their secrets."

"Ours is the same, isn't it?" Dedelakushou said, "For this farce, I've always hoped to stay in the audience seats and enjoy it, but unfortunately, whether it's you or the Bal Beasts, you keep making intolerable mistakes."

"Especially you lot, Holy Beast—perhaps you should re‑choose your allies in the human world. Honestly, the moment that woman appeared, you should have anticipated your current situation."

"If you're just here to point fingers, you can go back now."

"With such patience, perhaps Belphe Beast should yield the Crown of Great Sin to you."

"You'll get it sooner or later, no matter which path you choose."

"That's indeed true," Dedelakushou nodded in strong agreement, "but outright throwing the Ogudubeast aside—isn't that a bit too presumptuous?"

"It's merely a necessary risk; even my half‑body thinks so," the Holy Beast Fallen Type said calmly, "The more they focus on the Eighth Eye, the more they neglect other matters, and they also let all their actions revolve around guarding against the birth of the Eighth Eye."

"Then can the men and women under your protection be of use?"

"This requires your participation, Dedelakushou."

"Expecting me as such an audience? You'd be better off expecting that knight beside the Bal Beast—I heard that the base of this tower seals the high‑ranking Angel‑type Digimon that challenged the World Tree, right?"

"Babel Tower is not a sanctuary for all Angel‑type Digimon, and you shouldn't believe that baseless rumor."

"Rumors… I finally managed to leave the castle once, yet you refuse to be frank with me, Holy Beast."

"If you can say that, just letting you set foot here is already my greatest concession."

"Then again, that would be too harsh~" Dedelakushou waved his hand, while the two beast heads beneath him, eager to try, flicked out serpent‑like red tongues to lick his fangs, "You know, I just want to reap more secrets."

"Rumors… I finally managed to leave the castle once, yet you refuse to be frank with me, Holy Beast."

"If you can say that, just letting you set foot here is already my greatest concession."

"Then again, that would be too harsh~" Dedelakushou waved his hand, while the two beast heads beneath him, eager to try, flicked out serpent‑like red tongues to lick his fangs, "You know, I just want to reap more secrets."

「……」 => Translation: "\"……\"" We'll produce: "【58】 "……""

「……」 => Translation: "\"……\"" We'll produce: "【59】 "……""

"... I will tell you the secret of the Barba beast, and you must also produce the initial passage you have secretly kept."

Mr. Beard... although he looks like an old man, he is actually somewhat younger than me.

The secret of this tall tower, I will tell you after you help.

That is truly something to look forward to.

Get your passage ready; the upcoming Hei'an region will be even noisier.

And the human world?

There will be a few preliminary probe points, but they cannot accommodate an ultimate form like your data.

Will it be very eye-catching?

We'll have to see whether the information on the human internet is true.

"That feeling is enough to be smug," the Dedegula Shou immediately curled its lips, "at least we need to carve out a historical block."

Having lived this long, the Vampire King who often goes out to surf the external internet is no longer a blind believer who takes novel content as reality.

You look down on my subordinates' intelligence personnel? Go and send eyes and ears to the realm that humans call the college entrance exam.

"Oh!" The Vampire King happily clapped his hands upon hearing the keyword.

That is indeed a suitable probe point, and can even be said to be bold.

"But it's merely a probe point," said the Light Beast, Fallen Type.

It's not worth calling major.

(End of chapter)