Chapter 1904: NO.523: Some drifters can't even make it to a party

NO. 523: Some drifters can't even make it to a party.

When the Fallen Morning Star and the Dark Tyrant were captured, and the Shadow King was directly annihilated at the same time, the battlefield of the remnants of the young Ultraman forces from the Light Kingdom Office also steadily completed suppression.

After all, that place was also considered the area where combat power wagers were most concentrated.

Sai Luo, Jie De, Battle Emperor King Galt, Alexis Kailifu, Gargula Stage 2, Hol Haiya riding the Feathered Serpent Giant Beast, Isamara empowering the Giant Faction, the summoned Vast Blue Dragon, plus a group of young Ultraman eager for merit and battle.

To be honest, the cult's remnants aren't bad either.

Various devil gods, one capture one fight, though called faith monsters, actually the powerful space beings in the strength arsenal are not few at all, all appearing as normal as Aomo wearing that Extreme Evil Belial skin suit on stage.

Both sides sharing the same style also counts as being of the same origin, so no one should say anything about anyone.

But there are also quite many aspects that cannot be compared.

The temporary main base was taken down, while looking back, the opponent's base, which had been set up from the start, along with the barrier divisions and arrays of various warships, tanks, and shuttles, still retained a lot—from the beginning there was no time to dismantle it, and now there's no room left to dismantle.

That made one sweat profusely.

Moreover, from the very beginning they were helped by Aomo and Jie De to gain an initial disadvantage, several devil god-level space beings and monsters were dealt with, leaving a few evil god-level monsters to lead the team yet having to face this lineup……

They didn't surrender, but they weren't far off either.

The orthodox doctrine of the Beast Cult is always to lie in wait, preserving living forces for continuation.

But when retreat is impossible, surrender becomes utterly impossible.

At this point, the style of Aomo and the Xiangyu siblings is needed——

——First beat them until they can't move, even if they're half-dead it's fine.

Whether you surrender or not isn't up to you; anyway, once we lock you up and stick you in the fridge, we'll tell your companions you surrendered.

Thus, waiting for Aomo to bring along the Beelzebub Beast, still arguing over whose bullet fired the critical shot at the Great Dracula Beast, the Belzebu Beast. X returns to this battlefield——the familiar faces stuck in the storage point are already almost full.

Even the most beloved high priest has already closed his eyes under the wrapping of a large metal block, enjoying baby-like sleep.

And the remaining ones aren't necessarily the strongest; they might just be the most resistant to beating, so they're left alone.

This type of guy, when left to the end, will be like the boss of some Kamen Rider anniversary movie, able to be kicked into carvings by excess knights, but obviously here everyone's attacks—lasers, storms, high-pressure water jets, spear throws, and the like—are not uniform, so it's impossible to reproduce that entertaining and harmonious result.

So Aomo's remaining time is spent chatting with companions serving as commanders and firefighters, quietly awaiting the complete completion of the capture operation.

——This naturally also includes the suppression and eradication of the remaining Demon Kings and Hei'an Digital Beasts.

However, the most time-consuming part is actually the post-war statistics, inspection, and withdrawal procedures.

It can be said to be ten times longer than the time of the outbreak of war.

After all, the more one pursues perfection, the less one can overlook details——one must thoroughly verify the battle results and the detained criminals' roster on-site after the battle.

At the same time, there is a meticulous and strict 'physical examination segment'.

Even those basic troop types, the surprisingly numerous Digital Beasts and Faction, are no exception.

Because some Digital Beasts can mimic and possess, while some monsters can easily imitate and at the same time have myriad disguises and information transmission methods, and can even operate offline: even when the commander loses consciousness, they can still autonomously act and carry out orders.

Thus there is also the possibility of accidents occurring.

Thus there is also the possibility of accidents occurring.

On that battlefield riddled with holes and split into fragments, everyone even pulled out snacks, instant noodles, and had on-site barbecues and hot pots, taking the opportunity to chat and laugh; some individuals even couldn't be bothered to go to the temporary base set up by the net police to rest, instead pitching tents on the spot and pulling out sleeping bags.

The main point is to have prepared time to endure.

Aomo obviously belongs to the type that can pull out a tent as well as instant noodles, a barbecue grill, a portable pot, and also has a large batch of ingredients and snacks.

Directly becoming the party initiator, he brought a group of people to hold a banquet on site, and when everything was getting good, he turned to start confirming contracts with the net police, tallying how much criminal property he could convert.

When everything was truly finished, he could finally walk out with his companions from that pile of living trash that was told to be left alone, the server would refresh itself, a battlefield full of life, at which point he would be faced with many gathered faces.

"Really came out... \" muttered Suzi, who seemed somewhat surprised.

And Chazuo and Rudolf obviously naturally greeted almost simultaneously: "Welcome back, trainer."

"Congratulations, Master." Bourbon, moreover, looked from a different angle and even glanced at Jie De, who had once talked by the campfire with Sai Luo and Aomo in the footage.

"I thought you'd keep going in there… anyway, welcome back." This situation, which started as a reproachful tone but was cut off halfway, was obviously Aimu Zhiji being urgently tapped by her sister.

"By the way, do you still remember that today is our training time? \" The Sirius Symbol raised an eyebrow and brought up her phone calendar.

"Back already? Want to change clothes first? \" Qianming sized up Aomo in his classic snake-pattern three-piece suit, \"And uh, Margabasa, are you using it too little? \""

"Haven't you been attacking all along? \" He drew eight monster cards in his hand, making each find the user with the highest compatibility; Aomo truly used little, which should be Suzi's Carmilla card.

Never used as a support card to strengthen the body, it was merely manifested as a capsule monster that could obey simple commands——other horse girls' cards are mostly handled this way, but entities like Love Ghost and Cthugha can still serve as support and armament cards.

Hei'an Route Base El further integrated important components, letting a certain Sirius's nose perk up high on this topic.

After all, it significantly raised the training ceiling of Route Base El in a broad sense, also boosting the values of Extreme Evil Belial; she indeed made considerable contributions, so Aomo let her be, without intending to suppress her enthusiasm as usual.

After all, the everyday Sirius Symbol is really just a kid.

Complaining in heart that others are like elementary school boys, unaware that in others' eyes she's not much different either.

Even in Aomo's eyes, they all need occasional suppression of their arrogant spirit, and teasing them once in a while is quite cute, these little big sisters.

They just have strong physical destructive power; when wearing swimsuits, Aomo feels restrained, not daring to tease them casually lest he incur backlash—though this consideration applies to the other horse girls in the team as well.

Except Chazuo.

It's not a matter of body-shape discrimination; simply speaking of obedience, Chazuo, even when anxious, is not prone to rash self-destruction, truly being the team's number one good kid.

By comparison, the second-best good kid Mipu Bourbon……

He glanced at the other's swimwear outfit; combined with her figure, the effect would be enough to get her photo banned on some strictly moderated social media sites—this kid's development, compared to peers, is considered rather rushed, but the team also has a second-loop junior senior.

Wearing a modest holiday T-shirt only serves to conceal while actually making her ample figure more obvious; the outcome is likewise likely to get her banned, classmate Aizhi—although Aomo wanted to say this is totally not how a high schooler should be, but thinking that students' overall development these days indeed follows this trend, he could only direct caring glances at the relatively modest Suzi and the especially modest Chazuo.

"What kind of look is that?"

Then she would be poked in the waist by the elbow of the overly sensitive horse girl in charge.

"You wouldn't want to go rest, would you?"

But obviously, Miss Suzi, who calls herself smart, would never voluntarily dive into a topic disadvantageous to herself, so this opening remark is a sarcastic comment as if she didn't understand Aomo's gaze.

"We've been watching your daily routine all day, even we stayed up to catch that Zhouri Ningjing! Your vacation's also pretty long!"

How could it count as grown after just one day? Although Aomo really wanted to complain about that, saying it would truly plunge himself into the abyss of injustice—let alone he had no intention of changing the training schedule.

So he merely pushed the other person's elbow back while taking a few steps toward the hotel room.

"No way, punctual training—you ought to give me time to change and prepare the harvest, uh..."

He glanced at the side panel of the terminal screen, which, due to the network reconnection, showed too many pop‑ups and looked especially bloated.

"And there's time to accept apologies from some latecomers."

(End of chapter)