Chapter 1901

NO. 520: The Value of Two Consciousnesses

"Where do you want to go? Big Dracula Beast."

Under the proportion where each individual displays a giant stature through data decompression, the positron cannon mounted as firepower on the right arm of the Swift Vespmon also became properly formidable.

Just like the armaments carried by super robots, it has a heavy form capable of intimidation, and can also be transformed into a heavy blunt weapon to inflict damage and provide defense.

Naturally, it can also press down on an enemy's face, interpreting an aggressive attitude with the muzzle gradually filled with light.

"You've been watching this for so long, yet you're in a greater hurry to go over there and catch up?"

"Don't hinder me, Vespmon."

The mask covering half the face was pressed by the muzzle, allowing one to faintly feel the scorching energy accumulating nearby, but even so, the Vampire King's tone remained so stable that no sign of anger could be heard.

And as its words fell, six pitch-black magic arrays appeared one after another beside the two, aligning with the four-winged demon king.

The blood-colored radiance softly emitted along the black lines, reflecting on each other's slightly metallic lustered helmets—this was indeed a form of intimidation, yet it failed to shake the two in their standoff in the slightest.

Even the wound area, which had been further expanded by Aomo's thrown knife ten seconds prior, rapidly healed within these few seconds, with no trace left even on the torn outer garment.

Even the clothing's damage was repaired together... although Digimon attire is also part of data construction, such a type of healing that restores both blood and armor is rarely seen, enough to make Vespmon take notice while simultaneously transmitting this thought to Bi Ze's mind in their unified state.

Boom!

No time for further thought.

When the piercing sound of shattering ice crystals had already merged with the detonation roar of the positron cannon, the equally piercing sharp sound had nowhere to go.

The Big Dracula Beast, which had just been obliterated in its clone form, gathered recovery from a hundred meters away in the darkness with a composed posture, preparing to continue its advance onto the battlefield—when that sharp sound had already reached his flank, prompting a reflexive brace with one arm, using his forearm to block the opponent's forearm before claw met claw to restrain.

At this very moment, he clearly saw the ambushers' faces, even the few ice crystals at the tips of their wings were fully taken in.

In that case, it probably wouldn't even count as an ambush anymore.

After all...

How could continuing an unfinished battle be considered an ambush?

"Really, you just won't let go." From beneath the trembling long arm due to mutual resistance, the Big Dracula Beast's tone finally revealed a hint of rude annoyance.

"I said the same thing back then."

At the moment the words fell came a twisting kick—you can intuitively feel the opponent's advantage in data accumulation from the Big Dracula Beast's estimated height of over a hundred meters, while the Swift Vespmon is at most around seventy meters.

Thus, one can understand why the Swift Vespmon would first abandon the "pure macho hard clash" style of combat.

Shouldn't one make use of advantages?

Since the power value maxed out in Swift Mode cannot gain an edge over there, then one should instead use another maxed-out value—speed—to support more adaptable actions.

"But have you heard of it?"

Thus came the diagonal spinning kick, and when the opponent's attempt to defend was clearly not slow, there was a swift retreat after the attack, opening distance before the four wings spread out—then immediately folded and tightened like a fist clenching in a palm.

Swish!

The blurred figure at extreme speed was almost stretched into a black-and-white line, and the ultra-high-speed teleportation combo that would get sprayed in a tokusatsu giant beast battle was thus formed.

"So you want revenge for that time?"

The two wings folded together to form a shield, the two arms raised to assume a defensive stance. Although there is still an overly thick and conspicuous beast-like lower body that offers no protection, that very lower body is precisely where he is toughest and most solid from head to toe, and the Big Dracula Beast stood in place defending while waiting for an opportunity from the scene.

—Don't forget, this is a battlefield.

Stray shots are not few, and those flying out like trash are even more numerous.

Even Vespmon's most destructive attack method, which should have been hindered by this cannon in close combat, once attempted, would not only leak charging light effects but also require a brief stable posture to ensure shooting accuracy.

That would be the greatest opportunity, and before that, the aforementioned "stray shots, flying debris" themselves would also interfere with Vespmon's action trajectory—this too is an opportunity, an effect perhaps not obvious, but still an opportunity.

But it doesn't necessarily mean these opportunities must be let go, after all, it's hard for it to be patient right now.

—The tremors and explosions in the distance continue without cease, the clash between the Fallen Morning Star and the Dark Tyrant, somehow, has already begun for nearly half a minute.

Although people emerging from East Yan Culture often feel that hundreds of rounds of clash are normal, those from Digimon and Ao Peng consider battle time exceeding three minutes as long, and subconsciously should not expect such a thing to occur.

In other words...

I must hurry to arrive before the dust settles!

The Big Dracula Beast thought with extreme urgency.

The fruit that had lain dormant for thousands of years has now ripened; if not picked soon, it will be easily trampled by others—for this battlefield, it feels not at all that the Digimon side could win, even if the Light Beast smoothly transitions into Satan form, there are still many who clearly know its true core is the dark sphere named "Hell" cradled in those claws.

As for this, the Dark Bagra Beast probably doesn't understand, the Big Dracula Beast thought, it had previously taken advantage of gaps to pay attention to the distant battle, seeing the Dark Tyrant's offensive completely lacking any half-measure targeting of the dark sphere, entirely resembling a lack of information.

But understanding this under the deliberate attack trajectory of the Salvation Alliance, it likely doesn't take too long.

Then we must seize it.

How could we allow those who don't understand its value, or even have the fruit destroyed by its own collision, to take it?

It remains the eager cultivator harvesting for itself, for the sake of the most beautiful fruit having forgotten that it once perfunctorily cultivated others.

"Revenge?"

Having precisely avoided all obstacles in the chaotic battlefield that could possibly distort or hinder its own trajectory, and still maintaining that high-speed state with only an afterimage, the Swift Vespmon swung out the seventh high-speed claw mark in Bi Ze's impression.

"I don't mind this expression."

"I've got you!"

As if the sound exposed its position, the Big Dracula Beast seemed to turn head at just the right moment, its gaze locking onto Vespmon's instant, also causing Vespmon to freeze in place.

The three green eyes still held that instant of astonishment.

【Eye of the Gorgon / Gorgon's Eye】

Although there are Digimon with the same-named skill in the territory of the Twelve Olympian Gods, and even that Digimon can be said to be the original "Gorgon," it's regrettable—the Digimon world places great importance on fame.

When, in the background of a well-known "Dracula" IP-related game, the castle where Dracula resides was given subordinates of that Medusa-like figure, the Big Dracula Beast thus gained this power that should rightfully incur royalties from Medusamon.

By gazing into the opponent's heart to turn them into dark captives, this evil eye is precisely the essence of this magical eye technique.

Based on this, it almost wants to mock two sentences.

Mocking the opponent for actively abandoning the x-antibody specialized authority of the Great Sin, and thus invisibly weakening the mind's "magic resistance."

What good is physical resistance built solely on rationality? It's still going to be held by one's own Gorgon's Eye for that instant, preparing to meet the crystal transformation that has completed its buildup in defense.

But indeed, it's still not right to waste time here.

Thus it was just about to shift its gaze to widen the distance again—

—yet it saw the astonishment in those three pupils overflow into a blaze of fury at this very moment.

"Damn it, you're trying to hypnotize my brother, huh?"

Some Bi Ze cannot be contained. When you think he will truly unite heart and mind with his partner, becoming a cold, handsome battle warrior.

He will then speak.

(End of Chapter)