Chapter 229

Aomo, realizing this, immediately decided to retract his tail, but the opponent lunged forward, and in the next second after a magic circle appeared on his left arm, he saw the suddenly accelerated claw-fist, like countless phantoms, instantly enlarging before his eyes——

——This is the magic-circle-accelerated Hundred Fracture Fist capable of heavily injuring even Sai Luo Ultraman, and it is a dangerous move that Aomo would never overlook in intelligence.

At other times, even if he didn't ignore its threat, he would have no recourse, for punches born purely of high speed are always hard to resist.

The Thunderbolt Killer simply lacks any defensive capability; its combination of Ace Killer and Alei King is purely for offense.

Just as its assassin's name.

But for now, he apparently still has an option, which is called:

"Mositma!"

Decelerate, Key of Sequence Time, toward King Galatron.

Accelerate, Lock of Desolate Time, toward the Thunder Assassin.

Chant? No need to chant; the arts of the Terra world are varied and many, and few require chanting, but after arriving in this world, Mositma also got a bit of exposure to this world's new culture.

"Lord,"

"O my Creator,"

"Please listen,"

"The work of punishing sin,"

"The entrusted one,"

"Judged by binding me with chains,"

"Close its doors, proclaim that rebellion is not a crime."

The Book of Jubilee once said that when God inflicted punishment, the leader of the fallen angels, Mositma, took one‑tenth of a soul; the allusion of the self‑lock comes from Moses, and placed in her homeland called Terra, it is that Satan fragment in the staff.

Mositma is just a name, just a codename; the fallen angels of the Terra land do not entirely match the existence in the classics——

——At first, even she herself thought so.

But after coming into contact with this world's religion and source energy, and obtaining from the hands of this world's 'angel brethren' the technique that responds to the soul's origin, not only she, but even the Latran Papal Court could not maintain its former optimistic tranquility.

Exchange between worlds.

The link between the two cultures also, in the unseen, has some ties and influence.

There is some connection——fate has some connection;

There is some connection——true names have some connection;

There is some connection——when everything is connected, then naturally one can also obtain from it.

Obtain that power which can be readily drawn!

Mositma, calling to the angelic throne high above faith and legend, thereby achieving a brief few seconds'—genuine fallen angel posture.

Here, time harmonizes with time.

Here, the Lord's attendants and the Lord's enemies are together.

Yahweh bestowed upon the fallen angel who tests humanity by temptation, the gift of time.

And another black dragon from Terra likewise intervenes in time with greater force to launch an offensive.

Its result is beyond doubt.

Rending space, disrupting time, causing its matter to vanish—a destructive might.

From beneath where King Galatron never paid attention, it surged upward, and his confident Pedenium punch was also unloaded by the Thunder Assassin's giant claw pushing aside—at the same, or even greater, speed.

Thus there was room to counterattack.

With the thunderclaw, even piercing a breach at the linkage point in the middle of the Golden Ancient Bridge's chest armor—that is also where Belial's flesh component resides, and also the fleshly weak point of King Galatron's impure mechanical body.

Then once again, close‑range——

——Thunder death charge!

Straight toward the breach in King Galatron's chest carved by the claws!

I fucking shot it!

King Galatron apparently wanted to raise his hand to defend, but in that slowed speed, when his arm truly blocked his chest, the chest had already been hit by the beam, showing a melted depression, and the arm didn't have time to move before showing a similar melting effect.

Now both arm and chest melt together!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The result is just such a glaring voice.

It wasn't even the shooter making the sound, but the person being shot was wailing nonstop; at first listen one might think he was being sodomized, causing several staff members who were giving their all and had high combat spirit to show subtle expressions.

Of course, Aomo is not among them.

After all, as a fellow Monster Shapeshifter, Aomo clearly knows that this kind of monster transformation, which at first glance looks like a Gundam pilot, must at least be at the level of the Iron Blood Alaya‑vijnana, requiring sensory synchronization to jump into Eva——

——For example, when King Galatron just debuted and kicked the Thunder Assassin away, Aomo directly spat a mouthful of blood.

The pain is real, the injury is real, completely like Ultraman's original transformation injury synchronization.

He still feels a burning pain in his spine, and during intense activity it mixes with a sharp pain like a fracture.

This makes his movements no longer wide open; before it was just waving claws and swishing tails, rather than posing any evil‑binding waist fist.

So.

At this moment, the feeling of the elf man opposite will surely be even more profound!

Even the sound during the high‑intensity electric therapy is indeed lacking in composure.

Even will shout like that with glaring eyes.

Of course……or maybe he simply can't withstand the darkness any longer, Aomo thought.

The elf man's transformation is quite clever.

Golden Ancient Bridge and Galatron are both mechanical bodies lacking subjective negative emotions; theoretically, the mental burden he bears is also the lightest, as long as he can withstand Belial Ultraman's inherent malice and Galatron's possibly entrailed hostility.

This burden is even less than the Thunder Assassin borne by Aomo.

But actually facing this… who can say it clearly?

Aomo wasn't quite sure if the opponent had the same level of mental toughness as him, but at least now he wouldn't miss the chance, even if the other side was still shouting something like: "Just now that move, was it Tai Chi?"

That elf-like man was still thinking about how, at the start, the opponent had completely neutralized his Speed Hundred-Fracture Fist.

"He said no, just play more marbles and billiards and you'll get it." Mositima's expression still subtly relayed that.

Then watching the actually silent and taciturn Thunder Slayer, after releasing the wave, flap its wings again, completely ignoring the smoking crescent mark on its chest, it flew straight toward the Galatron King whose chest and arms were more than half melted away.

She really wanted to join.

But she and Satan were both feeling a bit drained right now.

When exercising authority, one feels omnipotent, but after stepping away from it, one feels inadequate—'definitely not possible.'

A fierce pain spread through the whole body as if it were fragile porcelain, and even the head gradually began to feel dizzy.

Probably tested positive for COVID (crossed out).

I had to use the remaining clarity to get Miss Xi to lend a hand… Mositima glanced at the probing Mo Ling not far away, knowing she hadn't acted because she was preparing for contingencies.

After all, Lin Dun couldn't be counted on…… She watched the Thunder Slayer's back, where the armor was clearly dented and deformed; just being able to stand up would be impressive.

In this state, he still wanted to land a finishing blow—truly a persistence that Mositima found admirable.

At the same time, as Mositima ceased maintaining acceleration—let alone decelerating—Jialatelong Wang finally managed to summon a hand like a mass of molten iron to deploy the kg barrier that ought to have been life-saving.

In Aomo's intel, this magic-array barrier had once blocked Jie De Ultraman's Royal Form's 87 flashes for several seconds—already badass; if deployed earlier, it would likely have paralyzed the Thunder Slayer.

But now that it's deployed…… it's somewhat laughable.

A badass barrier that can block light attacks… Did I fly over here just to give you a face-to-face beam?

Although Aomo is indeed capable of such a thing, the Thunder Slayer came over now just to deliver another claw!

"Nian! Help!"

He even shouted that.

The route flown also happened to pass by the White Chalk Beast's lair, a huge dark-gold claw reaching out toward one side of the beast.

The latter understood the meaning, raising a hand to loosely grasp the claw; countless flames shed from the White Chalk Beast beneath it, clinging and chasing up the unmoving claw, forcibly turning that dark-gold claw into silver-white.

The light could reflect a person, its edge unmatched.

It bore some resemblance to Ultraman X, who summons armor with monster cards.

But it lacked the bulk of his armor.

At this moment, the Thunder Slayer steadily approached the panickedly retreating Jialatelong Wang, wings pausing, then thrusting out fiercely as it descended, penetrating the magic-array obstacle with no resistance.

It pierced the blackish arm blocking the chest, and went further into the chest that had already been torn open earlier.

"thunderw!"

The giant beast roared, and with the posture of the huge claw plunged into its body, it mobilized the remaining energy, utterly heedless of whether the massive claws could bear such an overload of current.

If it explodes, it explodes—after all, it's exploding inside the opponent anyway!

Prepared to pay this price, they aimed to wrench the claw with all their might at the moment the dark-gold thunder erupted, to utterly rend the giant beast that stood a head taller than them.

"... How could it be… just a guy worth two cards!?"

That remark was total small-fry; maybe I'm expecting too much combat skill from merchants…… Aomo thought to himself.

The Thunder Slayer, true to its name, ruthlessly strained to wrench the claw amid the opponent's anguished howls; just as it seemed about to crush them utterly, it suddenly saw a blue light flickering on the opponent's body.

The frigid aura streamed directly along the claws toward the body, about to freeze half of it solid, yet Aomo did not relent at all.

The sharp tail behind shot out like a spear, driving the cold into the wound, relentlessly tearing it apart—

——Next second, he succeeded.

That half of Galatron's body, together with the flesh belonging to Ultraman Belial, was flung out all at once.

Only the Galatron portion could quickly turn into a card to safeguard the child-oriented label.

The Golden Ancient Bridge remaining on the ground and the half of flesh unexpectedly extended on the spot into an ice-made body.

That was the physique of Geluozham, one of the Four Dark Heavenly Kings under the Ampere-la Star People, which Aomo would never forget—a fourth-grade cybernetic he could recognize at a glance.

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It used the blade on its arm armor to backhand-shatter the Thunder Slayer's frost-brittle claw and half forearm, causing the latter to finally show a retreating posture amid painful low growls.

Yet that man did not press the advantage; instead, he immediately turned and rushed toward the unguarded direction.

"This score will be settled later!"

He shouted, not knowing what he had done.

In the empty space behind, a clear barrier-shattering effect appeared, and then came a flame that once shook the very foundation of the world——

"Come, Watin!!"