Chapter 189: It's Not Strange to Get Lost in the Crowd, Right!

Gold Armor Dragon Beast, its formal name is: magnamon.

Magna, in ancient Latin it means: great, magnificent.

Named for greatness, it is an Armor Body Holy Knight-type Digimon evolved by the power of the "Miraculous Digital Spirit," with a super-metal called "Time's Digital Alloy" as its armor, possessing astonishing defensive power.

Although the Digimon group has strict tier divisions, there are also many powerful Digimon capable of fighting beyond their tier.

Gold Armor Dragon Beast is one of them.

Its combat power can match, even surpass, that of an Ultimate.

But merely being able to fight above its tier is probably insufficient to explain its previous performance.

This brings us to the so-called "Miraculous Digital Spirit," which in the digital world where data reigns supreme is a very non-digital thing.

Digimon that have obtained the power of the "Miraculous Digital Spirit" can, no matter how dire the predicament, turn danger into safety with miraculous power——

——the words inscribed in ancient records plainly explain that this thing is a very idealistic buff.

It means win after win, and at worst it can be a fifty-fifty.

It is precisely thanks to this that Gold Armor Dragon Beast, as a member of the thirteen Holy Knights of the highest tier of network security—the "Royal Knights"—is praised for possessing peerless defense.

This is also why Xiangyu Yamei would say that Zhouri Ningjing's reckless plan of action must call upon it.

Relying on its peerless defense and its grasp of miraculous power, it can protect those innocent civilians when all Ultimates and Megans are pushed into the real world.

"I don't think the people here can be very innocent."

Zhouri Ningjing coldly gazed at the staff member sent out of the battlefield by the golden flowing light.

Although the speed at which Gold Armor Dragon Beast uses miraculous power to save people is certainly swift as a meteor, the speed pursued by the horse girls is certainly not lacking in wanting to surpass meteors.

With whatever speed there should be corresponding eyesight and nerve reflexes; otherwise this horse girl would mostly be wasted training.

The not-wasted Zhouri Ningjing can clearly capture Gold Armor Dragon Beast's silhouette, and can even see the staff members he holds in his arms.

Seeing the lingering terror on their faces from the perilous situation, her face showed neither sympathy nor smile, only coldness.

"I've always felt our definition of 'innocent' is not too hopeful, Ningjing sis," Xiangyu Yamei approached helplessly, "and moreover, for our agency to operate normally we can't break the law; just damaging public property is still easy to say."

She said this, seeing a somewhat dazed man and woman, and beside them a young man with a slightly stiff expression; upon meeting their gaze she paused, then exclaimed in surprise: "Aomo bro! Is it Aomo bro? Long time no see!"

"... Long time no see, Miss Xiangyu."

"Still so cold, this is a reunion after three years apart!" The girl approached, arms spread, as if to give a big hug.

Of course, it's just body language for show.

She spread her arms then pulled them back, and curiously asked: "I heard you became a trainer?"

"You know each other?" Zhouri Ningjing's gaze was like seeing through the truth that "troublesome folks always flock together."

"A brief encounter three years ago, Miss Xiangyu still remembers me, which actually surprised me somewhat." Aomo said calmly.

"Aomo bro, don't you remember me either?"

"With the help of the crystal core, I find it hard to forget anyone."

"Well, back then there weren't many people who could chat with me and my brother about Digimon, so remembering isn't that strange, right?" Xiangyu Yamei laughed, "And you even dared to drink the director's coffee——" "Please don't bring that up, thanks!"

Aomo strongly refused to awaken such memories, and didn't even want to recall that cup of scalding mud.

"You were on TV before, the director kept mentioning you, you can totally come over to play when you have time——" "Miss Zhouri Ningjing, we need to immediately launch an operation to search Master Dongzi's lab; if there are issues, contact via Line!"

Having spoken that sentence at lightning speed, Aomo then greeted Li and Lifu: "Hurry up! Seize the time!"

"……" Li, who was just confirming the company building model, upon hearing this immediately followed suit.

Next to him, Lifu of the "Guagua" saw the "closing stall," then glanced at the Digimon battling not far away, eyes worried but also said yes, and quickly followed.

Left behind, Zhouri Ningjing looked at Xiangyu Yamei in astonishment: "Being able to make this guy avoid you, what exactly did your agency do back then?"

She was still seeing Aomo Lindun this guy so embarrassed for the first time.

Normally she would love to create more opportunities for such a pleasant segment, but right now the important thing is the business.

"Alright, you don't need to say it; we should call back that golden guy who used to wander around, your partner's condition isn't too good."

Gazing at the battlefield that had been nothing but background noise before, Zhouri Ningjing looked at Battle Tyrannomon's many-wounded appearance; although she knew those were just scary-looking minor wounds, she could also tell that the fellow had his combat rhythm suppressed.

Whether in battle or racing, being dragged into someone else's rhythm won't do; she needs to lend a hand.

Although such a battlefield is actually somewhat strained for her.

However, as she stepped forward to sprint without waiting for Xiangyu Yamei's dissuasion, in her eyes the swiftly receding scenery also revealed a brown that made her gaze lock.

It appeared again… you're really annoying……

She complained in her heart, yet also didn't bother to pay attention to that investigator who didn't really need to be heeded.

She believed that that idle fellow, unlike Aomo Lindun, would not find anything on her.

"I've already shared the schematics and routes of the underground floors; now the problem is that aside from our own local network, all other network data has been blocked."

"That's our own people doing it; you've also seen those Digimon." Aomo said, glancing at Lifu Miss whose steps seemed to stagger, then swiftly transformed, changing her outfit and even levitating.

He had subconsciously wanted to lend a hand, but the other directly performed a body swap, using a spatial replacement technique similar to the one Li used earlier to swap his Ultracraft body.

Quick and convenient, with hardly any special effects.

Only a certain commander was shouting on the channel: "Switch bodies, codename Extreme Noon!" proving this process likely requires superior authorization.

One Ultracraft, one Extreme Noon, with some changes in attire and appearance, the two teammates' sudden "transformation" made Aomo wonder whether he too should cooperate by undergoing demonization.

But seeing Miss Lifu dressed as a true white-clad angel, he felt that if he turned into a demon the next moment he would be purified.

"Time is limited; let's skip the topic of who those people are; without real-time network updates, we'll have to identify the floors ourselves."

Li said, those blue eyes in the dim hallway emitting a faint glow.

At that moment those eyes really were like electronic eyes.

"We four people still can't get lost——"

The "completed" character hadn't even landed when Aomo instinctively turned his head to look down the corridor behind him.

His steps also slowed accordingly.

The headquarters building of Yuger Company covers many fields of business, and the staff and visitors here come and go incessantly.

At this moment, they are all fleeing in haste.

Moreover, a tiny number of mercenaries going against the flow join this chaotic crowd, yet they all fail to notice that the three 'comrades' with greatly altered appearances are mingling in the descending troop as 'deserters'.

"Are we being watched?" Li likewise slowed his steps, finding his reaction all too familiar.

After all, I was like that last night as well.

"Not sure, let's keep going."

Aomo, looking back, raised his count again; that familiar feeling of being watched seemed like an illusion.

"" It will become clear when there are fewer people.

"I don't see any abnormality in my synchronized view," the commander's voice came through the earpiece, "By the way, why don't you go straight through the gap where those few digital beasts caused destruction? There will be far fewer people, and it's a shortcut downstairs."

"That would increase identification difficulty," Li said coldly, but his steps honestly turned.

This made Aomo glance at him in surprise, then look at Miss Lifu, who was also floating and turning, and helplessly follow the turn as well.

"If we four watch it together, even if that place is smashed beyond recognition by the digital beasts, we won't get lost, right?"

When that guy said that, Aomo had not yet realized the strength of the 'Empty Flower Chief Crow's Beak'.

Only after ten minutes did he walk alone in the darkness, having to rely on demonization to provide a clearer vision that could see souls and spirits in order to discern the crisscrossing corridors.

He couldn't help but ask: "What should we say now?"

"Why did Mr. Li get lost in the crowd, and why did Miss Lifu closely follow behind him?"

Are we a gourd baby squad?

"Sorry." "Mr. Lindun, do you have a more obvious marker? I was delayed by a few mercenaries."

How could you even be attacked?

Aomo, who instantly grasped the implication of that remark, was somewhat speechless; he raised his claw to point, and black flame flickered at his fingertip as he sketched a simple outline of a gray crow emblem on the wall.

He then stopped his steps and hoisted the coffin.

"I drew a gray crow emblem on the wall at my position on the second floor; if you can see it, you can find me."

Liv: "Eh?"

Commander: "You can draw this?"

Aomo turned off the microphone, pressed the coffin's end against the floor, turned the knob his fingers were gripping, and the giant sword inside sprang out its blade in the metal's extension, then spiraled and twisted like a flower's core.

Within the flower's core, a dark red point of light condensed.

The giant sword, which can transform into a cannon at any moment, is poised and ready to fire.

He had had enough of wasting time, especially since Zhouri Ningjing had sent him a message saying she would activate the building's built-in sectional isolation gate.

This meant the lateral roads would be heavily blocked, making further advance unnecessary.

Enough—just a building that won't transform, where would all this getting lost come from?

Thinking that, he pulled the trigger, angling the cannon's muzzle slightly to one side of the wall.

Peng!

!

The booming sound, though loud, was still less than the commotion of the distant melee.

Aomo shouldered the cannon, the coffin emitting a little smoke, leapt down, but had no intention of turning the coffin back.

Keep using it.

What getting lost, what no road.

Just blast straight through and it's done.

Target the underground eighth floor—first find the elevator entrance as a terrain reference!

Aomo decided to strike straight at the Yellow Dragon.