Chapter 224

16:23, that is, twenty minutes ago.

The metamorphosis world's gateway sculpted impression hall had not yet been destroyed so thoroughly.

The two streams of black flame in the eye sockets wavered unstably, and the pale light points within them jumped up and down, as if startled.

Aomo, in a demonic posture, still supported the seemingly possessed, half-asleep, half-awake Sikadi, while Mositim beside him raised his head to watch the battlefield above that had not yet moved; the Sirius Symbol was sizing up his demonic form, and though it had not yet passed judgment, it had its attention drawn by several strong gusts of air.

"I suggest we leave first." Mositim said.

She waved her black staff, slicing through the colorless yet tangible impact in a fleeting ticking sound, thus everything dissipated, causing the Sirius Symbol, which had intended to strike with fists, to belatedly realize—there was probably no chance for it to exert itself here.

As a horse girl who had achieved considerable success in the Competitive Law Combat of the Falu region, she was also somewhat eager to try when encountering such a disturbance.

Just like when acting again with the Zhouri Committee, she could more freely expend her power.

She undoubtedly is a horse girl with a fighting spirit; compared to a horse's 'flight' response to threats, her spirit is clearly calling out to stomp down with raised hooves.

But if you let her join the external battlefield, she is obviously not so overconfident.

She has indeed been struck by monsters before.

A few days ago, she had just fought a negative-energy monster together with several university classmates, failing to win and having to have Zhouri Ningjing come rescue her—truly humiliating.

What lay before her was a mechanical weapon, the Golden Ancient Bridge and Galatron, which were more formidable, more dangerous, and more existentially lethal than that negative-energy monster—

——even if Aomo had not yet explained the origins of those two monsters to her;

——even if those cold machines were far less easy to judge than living beings;

Just looking at the already commenced battle's momentum, the Sirius Symbol would feel it ought to honestly be a spectator.

At least now she doesn't even have a handy stick, let alone her competition outfit.

For a horse girl, a well-made, high-quality competition outfit with various minor functional safeguards can also serve as battle attire—of course, those who truly make a living as horse girls will usually undertake some reinforcement modifications.

Of course, a competition outfit reinforced into combat gear will likely be barred from competition use due to certain functions.

As for the Sirius Symbol……although she hasn't graduated yet and still has to race, she is also not short of money.

If one can make several sets of competition outfits, modifying one set would not hinder racing.

But she didn't bring any today.

Who would have thought a dangerous person would turn into a dangerous monster! The Sirius Symbol glanced speechlessly at the monster above the hole whose view was already obscured, then turned to look at the newcomer trainer beside her, hearing him say: "Leave immediately! I'll first escort you two to a safe distance."

The Sirius Symbol, hearing this with some doubt, raised a hand and pointed at the silver-haired red-pupiled girl he was still supporting with one hand, asking: "How about her?"

"Shall I help you support her?" Mositim also thought it more important to let Lindon free his hand first.

"I don't advise you to touch her," the demon said in a low voice, his eyes, whose emotions were hard to discern, still flickering unstably, "Mositim, do you know her condition? Like there's something inside her."

While asking, he was not idle; he lifted the hand holding his briefcase to gesture forward, then stepped ahead, the black-and-white segmented long tail adorned with moon patterns dragging behind him, vigilant of any danger that might lunge at the two.

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There were actually no real enemies; everything was just the fallout from the external battle.

This building had always been swaying on the verge of collapse, and one could imagine that a slight tilt from an incoming wave or a burst of power would flatten it, so Mositim's suggestion to move was almost instantly accepted by Aomo, even though his field of vision was still not very stable.

"Her interior…?" Mositim heard the question and froze for a moment, then became alert, "Are you seeing many hallucinations right now?!"

"Quite a few, all kinds of bizarre-looking seafood, plus a fishy-smelling underwater environment; this lady is more interesting than I imagined." The black flames in his eyes continued to drift, the pale light points still jumping, though not as swiftly, still persisting—that was Aomo rapidly shifting his viewpoint.

As he said, shortly after contacting her, he began to experience hallucinations and dull pain, followed shortly by a clearer fishy-smelling sea wind; he had already seen countless twisted sea fish, monstrous beasts crowding the sea-sky horizon, while the red-clad Sikadi before him stared at him, reaching out.

The surrounding whale songs were all conveying her invitation on her behalf.

Aomo knew why she could make the monster cards vibrate more intensely; the giant beasts surrounding her truly bore a temperament remarkably similar to that of the Ice King.

"That's a direct attack on the nerves—pull your hand back, don't touch her!" Mositim's voice rang in his ears, while her hand was also climbing up his arm.

But it could not move that savage, scaled hand.

"It's fine, the harm was only at the beginning; now it's merely a pure hallucination." The demon shook his head, but indeed released his grip, then shifted to Mositim's familiar move—scooping him up by the waist and tucking him under the arm.

Like holding a surfboard, or more aptly, a body pillow.

"Getting ready to speed up—let's leave as soon as possible, so I can also make a monster report with the Doctor."

He said this while quickening his pace.

Those hallucinations only achieved the effect of an initial shock at the start, startling Aomo, especially several grotesque fish that repulsed him, and after that——

——when the monster's power surged in to oppose the nerve damage, Aomo began trying to discern reality from hallucination, aided by Mositim's voice and the obvious ground-shaking mountain tremors, which were still quite evident.

He was no stranger to mental power.

He ignored the invitation, and also disregarded the information conveyed to him.

Reality reclaimed its weight, the sea-and-sky space being squeezed inch by inch.

When he walked straight, using magical blasts to smash the wall blocking the path, bringing both people completely out of the building and able to see the full appearance of the two monsters, only Yinshamala remained standing on the damaged sea beast's spine, still maintaining the posture of reaching out toward him.

Aomo remained indifferent, making no response to the outstretched hand.

It wasn't due to unfamiliarity; being able to know she was called Yinshamala already proved that the great group had told him much.

Indeed, another world is full of possibilities, constantly evolving and rapidly developing, even their information transmission methods highly advanced—such a people could also secure a foothold in this world—Aomo back then was quite excited.

But when they declared themselves 'qualified ones' and related everything, Aomo also lost interest in them.

It was time to contact other possibilities—he, who had no intention of sacrificing the forest for a single tree, thought thus, gathering his spirit with rudimentary skill to reject the door of that contact.

Only then could he entrust Sikadi to Mositim with peace of mind.

He welded shut the gate of Yinshamala's revival—though only temporary, it was sufficient.

After all, Yinshamala's sudden awakening and growing fervor were also due to the stimulation of those two monsters.

Resolving those two monsters would let her calm down, for she was originally suppressed by the original consciousness, namely Sikadi.

However, those two mechanical constructs, if one insists, are not actually monster-related, yet they can emit strong spiritual undulations that even stimulate the slumbering Yinshamala……

Aomo turned his head to observe the posture of the Golden Ancient Bridge and Galatron opposing the White Chalk Beast and Ink Smoke Dragon, and chatted with Doctor Luo Xia about the two robots' ability characteristics.

Although he recalled the data on those two robots, he did not feel that those guys were actually those robots.

From afar, he sensed a difference in strength, or rather—although the Golden Ancient Bridge and Galatron indeed suppressed the giant beast summoned by Nian and Xi, their oppressive force fell far short of what his impression had led him to expect.

After considering its spiritual fluctuations and the Golden Ancient Bridge card seen earlier, a conclusion practically begs to be drawn.

"Looking at this is really infuriating—I really have to go help," Mosstima said at that moment, forwarding Skadi to the Sirius symbol marked with a question mark: "I've contacted a white‑haired masked guy; he'll come find you to pick up this girl later."

After saying that, she turned her head again to look at Aomo, who had pulled out an exquisite tiger‑claw spur from his briefcase: "Captain, are you going back too?"

"I'm going to the exhibition hall," Aomo, who had briefly shifted back to human form and eased his magical power, pressed the summon key of the Beta Magic Blade, pointed at the remaining half of the gigantic octahedral tower, and said, "Let's see if we can dig out a missing teammate from the ruins."

"I thought you really didn't care about her."

"Looking back, I originally intended to help Texas and the Angel of Ability; at the very least I should guarantee your and her safety."

"I see, so should I give you a boost?" Mosstima raised two magic staves.

Delaying perception and bodily sensation time is equivalent to real‑world acceleration.

"Wait, wait a few minutes; I'll also finish telling the doctor about the Golden Ancient Bridge data."

"Huh? Still have to wait?" Since it was Aomo saying that, Mosstima wasn't really angry, just a bit puzzled.

"It won't be slower than you running back; just wait three minutes!"

Aomo said this while keeping his earphone on and continuing to talk with the doctor; Mosstima stood nearby, gazing into the distance at the ongoing duel.

Every now and then she glanced at Aomo; after exactly three minutes, he suddenly turned his head to look behind him, and she followed his gaze to see a black‑flame and white‑flame intertwined heavy motorcycle speeding toward them, far more 'Sarkaz'‑like than anything she had seen before.

"Here it comes! Let's go!"

Mosstima, still watching the motorcycle rush toward them, heard the words, looked over, and was seized by the wrist; seeing him take a few steps, he shifted back into his demon form and sprinted toward the venue, shouting as the motorcycle roared past: "Give me a boost!"

"……" Mosstima, somewhat helpless, nevertheless struck his two staves together without delay.

In that slowed‑down moment, he was able to bring her onto the motorcycle more smoothly and stably—no gusty wind as expected, since the demon's back ahead was broad enough.

Just as she thought that, he said again: "Give yourself another boost, get ready to dismount!"

"……" Speechless a second time, Mosstima glanced right, seeing the scenery fly past at high speed, and realized the current speed indeed required getting off.

But I really didn't expect this guy to refuse even to slow down or brake.

"Well, see you later," Mosstima, who had earlier noticed his "self‑talk‑style" communication, asked, "Will you intervene later? You said the white dragon is dangerous."

Aomo gave a carefree laugh: "Hah, I'm not going!"

"……"