Chapter 309: NO．71：When someone turned back to clean the computer, they discovered a lot of junk data

NO．71：When someone turned back to clean the computer, they discovered a lot of junk data.

In the world of data, there are always many illusory landscapes evolving toward the digital world.

And countless linear structures as complex as circuit boards.

Those structures, made of complicated code combinations, together with the illusory landscapes form 'obstacles' that block the view, and also create data barriers for different models.

Digimon who know how to use their own advantages can easily cross such barriers.

But these linear structures can still serve as thickets in the 'data jungle', fulfilling the usual role of thickets:

Concealing some traces of existence.

Even traces.

Witch Beast can fully perceive it.

Although those traces are faint and slight, as a Digimon individual with considerable achievement in researching advanced code, she has the ability to reproduce the operation of that 'magic'.

Tracing back to the source, one can find it inside the terminal of a certain horse girl.

——Ludaofu Xiangzheng

"Do you always spy so openly?"

After returning from the world of data, Witch Beast approached the Barbamon x that seemed to have been waiting for her a long time and asked.

The other party merely gave an irrelevant answer.

"I thought your stance could last at least a few days."

"I didn't expect your restraint to not even last those few days," Witch Beast sneered, "Does this count as spying in front of me? Spying on that guy and that horse girl's communication."

"Do you really consider him an ally?" Barbamon x asked calmly.

"I want to ask if you truly regard that guy as an ally," Witch Beast countered, pressing down the tail of her broom that supported her.

She used this to raise her sitting height, but even so, she could hardly compare her height to that of Barbamon x.

Her aura would inevitably be somewhat weaker, even if the overly elongated black cat beside her made a threatening, fur‑raising display.

Rather, the latter's performance only provokes laughter.

But Barbamon x is a Digimon who doesn't much like laughter.

His face remains perpetually calm, even showing no impatience at answering questions with questions.

The Noble King always stays noble and composed, which makes Witch Beast feel even more displeased.

"Do you really think that guy can unleash the power of the armor body?"

"The possibility is very low," Barbamon x replied, "Adult humans, unless they have retained that feeling since childhood, find it hard to awaken the slumbering will of the armor body."

"I've looked through that guy's stored data, that Monthly Charge Symbol—hopeless..."

Witch Beast's face showed undisguised disgust; her fingers, broad and ferocious like claws covered by the armguard, made a shooing motion: "Impure, not pure at all, let alone that so‑called free will."

"You should know better than I do, after all you should be able to dig up more traces of that guy."

By now, too much human information is recorded in data; for Digimon, this is the utmost convenience.

But if they truly intend to use this to do something big, there have also been several disastrous legion expeditions serving as warnings.

Looking through an individual's data wouldn't provoke a new inter‑world war; Witch Beast believes that Barbamon x, with these 'not‑so‑clean' tactics, would not refrain from examining human data.

But the other party merely remained silent, still retaining that expression akin to a paralyzed face.

Then a dark‑red sharp wind arrived, cutting a small notch in the white scarf at his collar.

"You don't intend to speak, yet you dare to come to my door..." The deep‑red leather fingertip cover still hung in midair, and in Witch Beast's eyes flashed black electric serpents.

If examined closely, one can see that the electric serpents are constructed from countless 0 and 1 encodings.

They are stabilized data activated by guidance, just as in reality personal will mobilizes and activates it, filled with vast spellcraft—great source magic power.

Mages mobilize magic power, Digimon mobilize data; there is no difference between them, even the 'vessel' size requirement for the caster is the same.

Just as a clumsy mage with weak foundations struggles to forge grand spells, a mature Digimon finds it hard to employ overly massive data.

Yet Witch Beast's provocation of the Noble King is utterly natural.

"You seem to have forgotten our past relationship, Barbamon x."

The black electric serpents gathered more densely on the dark‑red fingertips, yet faintly revealed a hint of cold, hard metallic hue, subtly outlining a phantom silhouette.

Although the outline is illusory, the hollow, grim muzzle is utterly real.

"Spying on my ally in front of me—how shall we settle this score right here?"

The hollow muzzle reflected in the dark‑red pupil, Barbamon x's brow twitched slightly, and the dark‑red metal‑clad iron claw drifted toward a floating spellbook nearby: "…In the past, you would have been badly hurt."

These threatening words, upon reaching Witch Beast's ears, were hardly different from a provocation; thus her arm, which had been gripping thunder in vain, was also covered by the spreading electric serpents.

It was as if her blood‑colored armguard had an extra black sleeve slipped over it, and her five fingers were stained black by the lightning, obscuring their original bulky outline.

"Fine, I've never seen your power after being modified by that antibody; why not show it now?"

"I said before, that's the past."

The book pages fluttered in the sudden gale, and beneath Barbamon x's feet a circular formation appeared.

Just as Witch Beast suddenly pulled the trigger, the black current therefore spreading from her arms to cover her whole body, the three projectiles all struck the empty space of that red light.

Barbamon x vanished in place.

To Witch Beast's eyes, it was merely the conclusion 'He ran away!'

How absurd.

Although she knows that the extremely rational Noble King deems conflict a meaningless waste of time and therefore chose to simply leave, she still couldn't quite accept it.

Accepting that the once‑belligerent, never‑shying‑from‑a‑challenge fellow has become this.

Taking this path is truly foolish!

Witch Beast's wrist trembled, impacted.

In a manner more like brute force than skill, an un‑Witch‑Beast‑like posture—she smashed the nearly formed armguard and the bodily data shell.

Just now, a miniature magic array with five fingers intertwined appeared.

The Witch Beast halted its own evolution process.

And that array, said to be a digital password or an advanced encoding set, is not impossible.

Only this kind of thing can so freely and easily interrupt the transformation and expansion of data.

Compared to the result that initially required some sacrifice to achieve, the present ease of being able to break it with a raised hand is exactly the convenience she seeks.

I really still prefer playing with programming languages…

Gazing at that empty space, then turning her gaze back to the scattered, vanishing black fragments before her, she, thinking that, pursed her lips and placed her hand back on the broom that was about to disappear.

Beside her, the long-bodied black cat immediately lay on her shoulder, showing a relieved expression.

After all, if the Witch Beast truly underwent a jump‑level evolution, it would be done for.

The Female Demon Beast still has a changing scarf with self‑awareness available for it to assume a form; turning into a Belstamon Beast is merely a residual function, but the consciousness returns to its original master.

Indeed, the familiar of this line and its master are originally one, but it clearly is not yet ready to be returned like this.

"It's not like it won't change back, why are you in a hurry?" Looking at it, the Witch Beast gave a wry laugh, her mood somewhat improved.

She patted the broom again, levitated and flew toward her own witch hut.

Come to think of it, she didn't intend to mention this conflict to that guy either.

Wait until he notices his own hint before speaking…

The Witch Beast thought.

Although when looking for an excuse to hit someone you can outright call them an ally, but in reality……

Ability still needs to be examined——the Witch Beast so judged.

As a combination of Digital Beast and human that does not use the Digital Tyrannosaurus Machine as a linking medium.

She and this human, Aomo Lindun, also lack the rigid bond of 'Chosen One' and 'Partner'.

Furthermore, their meeting did not start from each other's childhood.

Setting aside children's sentimental thinking, mature beasts and humans go straight to the point, considering each other's abilities.