Chapter 321: line with translation of chapter title

NO. 83: Everyone was satisfied, except for a certain traveling merchant.

Beelstarmon (Beelstarmon), an Ultimate-level Digimon of the Demon Man type, due to its appearance and attire, was once called the "female version of Beelzebumon (Fallen Angel Digimon)" among tamers.

These two indeed have some actual connection.

The name Beelstarmon derives partly from the infamous outlaw Belle Starr of the American West's history, and partly from the Hebrew Beelzebub.

The lotus root (RizomaLoto) mentioned to Aomo before, as his beloved gun, and being a pair of guns, is the sister gun to the eggplant (Berenjena) held by Beelzebumon.

Their relationship is also as incompatible as water and fire.

This is part of the Digital Monster setting, as inescapable as the curse on the soul of Uma Musume, and like hormones that subtly affect the body and then the mind, no Beelstarmon can escape it.

So during the previous communication, Aomo would say that he guessed the reasons for Vilemon X's coming included Witchmon herself.

Witchmon → LadyDevimon → Beelstarmon

Wizardmon → Vilemon → Beelzebumon

Whether or not there is an X-antibody aside, this is a very intuitive evolution chart; although it lacks concrete evidence whether Wizardmon can truly evolve into Vilemon, the fact that Wizardmon's predecessor, Impmon, directly jumps to Beelzebumon is nonetheless classic.

As someone who, although not a tamer, once had a deep understanding of Digital Monsters based on interest and personality, Aomo had been positioned at the advantage of information from the very beginning.

In his view, this was enough to suspect Vilemon X from the entanglement written into their settings, and furthermore to doubt Witchmon's true strength.

What level would a Witchmon who dares to boast against a Vilemon X with Ultimate-level strength actually be, and which Ultimate would it correspond to at that level—the answer to this question is all but obvious.

Even so, lateral shifts among Digital Monsters are not uncommon, just as Witchmon does not necessarily evolve only into LadyDevimon, and LadyDevimon does not necessarily evolve only into Beelstarmon.

The conclusion still needs verification; Aomo still had to observe and probe Witchmon bit by bit until she herself lost patience.

Although the biggest difference between Beelstarmon and Beelzebumon lies in Beelstarmon's ability to pull in allies and make many brothers and sisters, this does not mean Beelstarmon is patient enough.

A guy wielding dual guns and living on the run, whether male or female, is not that patient, but if you swap in two spellcasters, it's hard to say.

For most Digital Monsters, degeneration is synonymous with failure—losing power, losing size or original appearance, and even personality changes.

However, for Digital Monsters that degenerate from a fully formed Ultimate state, they more or less retain some of their original traits.

Let alone active degeneration.

For Witchmon, that is the desired result; for Aomo, it is a fatal flaw.

The Witchmon who hates following rules will emphasize some contract; the clever witch will actively provoke a Perfect holding the X-antibody; the patient researcher will appear so "anxiously" frequently—what about the luminous stone? I'll keep it in the dark for now. jpg

Indeed, now we can break the drum to see gold and silver.

A tall woman clad in a black leather suit, her face half-covered by a mask, has already pulled the trigger of that handgun.

In the real-world background: "bang! bang! banlTrigger!" in an electric vibrato!

Special Attack: Fly Pellet

The most contemptuous title, the deadliest bullet.

The pellet has automatic guidance and a function to turn toward the enemy's vital point, covered with the same mask as the gun's owner, and also features a ferocious paint job with a shark-tooth grin.

At this moment, it is shooting out with a burst of fire, drilling toward the blood-child purple-feather Digital Monster at a speed beyond the naked eye, but blocked by its left hand covered in blood-colored metal—for two seconds.

In the explosive blast, the pellet pierced the left arm fused with the Divine Whip, bringing out a stream of blood waiting to dissolve into data.

"You don't intend to show your true form? Or are you tangled up in some principle that the first mover must lose?"

The Witchmon harboring ulterior motives, the female thug unabashedly displaying killing intent, Beelstarmon's gun-wielding words reeking of a slick aura—if Aomo saw them, he'd likely judge them thus, but for the normally silent Vilemon X, they evidently had no effect.

He merely glanced at his own bloodstain on the ground, then sized up Beelstarmon's firmly entrenched opening stance, the corner of his mouth rarely curling into an arc.

"Very good."

"Of course it's good, you got knocked stupid?" Beelstarmon said, already firing another shot, and at the same time shooting forward like electricity.

She is not merely a gunner; on her twin guns named Lotus Root, there are blades flashing with cold light.

The skill named Double Claws, lying in wait, is given ultimate sharpness in a loud shout.

The black scarf around her neck also becomes a third blade, slashing out together—completely, talk without mistake, move and it's a deadly move.

But even so, this Vilemon X is indeed prepared.

With a shout of "Sin God Strike!", he swings his left claw in attack instead of defense, while the floating scripture beside him empowers the massive shotgun linked to his right arm, aimed at the Ultimate before him; as the opponent prepares to dodge by rolling, he is instead encircled by a huge magic circle.

"Your thoughts are still that simple; learn more from your tamer, Beelstarmon."

Well-versed in the safety principle of saying a few words and running, Vilemon X vanished without hesitation, and at that moment the real-world music also switched.

Following a phrase hard to discern the original sound, a mechanically flawed "Let'sGo!", the rhythm suddenly shifts to a somewhat cheerful yet cryptic, dense drum texture that erupts vigorously—

Original song: 《Mitsukiyo-UnweleSchool(t+pazoliteRemix)》

Jokingly called the "Bank's Unfortunate Tune," capable of making the Gospel class staff intimately familiar with the B movement, at this moment it also applies to the subterranean monsters: the ancient mound, the brawny-armed subterranean monster Geminoss, the shell-covered subterranean monster Zanairuzei's artificial small world.

The three subterranean monsters, alongside the nearly ten-thousand-meter-tall Behemoth with a rather mad expression, are conspicuously positioned at center stage, wildly ramming, clawing, and tearing at the intercepting angels.

It just moves chaotically; Aomo will give it a drumbeat, as if he enjoys providing BGM for every battlefield.

It also draws subtle glances from many listeners who have reseated themselves.

"'You're just not going to help?'"

Among the audience are a few local staff from the Gospel class; in this situation where they have to go up, someone also realizes that he, bearing several monster cards, can likewise help in this great commotion.

What a joke, a supergiant monster ten thousand meters long, the kind that could be a boss in an Oscars-series theatrical film—why on earth would I have to go up?!

Moreover, continuing to spin discs and play music, according to Miss Niyan's psychological sync report on Behemoth, it seems to have been adjusted.

How to say music therapy—music therapy!

The hard demon man's face, as ever showing no emotion.

He has always been resistant to spinning discs, not really wanting to be a DJ; in this segment easy to be conscripted, he instead seems welded to his chair.

Black flames billow in his eye sockets, while the white spots flutter larger and smaller with the electronic drum beats.

This indicates he has opened his eyes, and at this moment he has triggered the specially installed step mechanism beneath his feet.

The DJ platform rotates entirely 180° to face away from the audience, toward that distant small world.

His head sways back and forth, the black flames extending from the silver-white horns on his head swaying as well.

The tail that drilled out from the space linking the chair seat behind him, taking the place of his calm legs, kept patting the ground to keep a beat.

The demon surveyed the chaos that, in some sense, he had created with his own hands, his gaze scanning for unfamiliar faces not in the Divine Blessings Gospel Class attire, his fingers rubbing discs and turning knobs with uncanny precision, as if he remembered the position of every button, every disc, and even the markings.

Adding the black flame in his eye sockets, several horse girls present, and even listeners familiar with horse‑girl races, showed subtle expressions on their faces, some even doubting that the demon had entered the flow‑state zone.

But it's not so mystical after all—it's science—Garathalon: analyzing functions, enhancing multithreading.

Furthermore, added: Gold Ancient Bridge—Pedenim rocket cannon lock‑on mode, specialized vision.

Monster cards can release monsters remotely, but not too far; usually within visual range.

This means the monster controller is not far away, and perhaps a mastermind is also inside, trying to fish in troubled waters.

When he locked onto several loafers mingling in the angel crowd who weren't doing much work, and a certain individual whose face was unfamiliar but who was an elf, and moreover wasn't wearing the Divine Blessings Gospel Class logo attire.

He then knew he should tap the earpiece, send out coordinates and traits, and simultaneously switch Music.

《BurytheLight》

Get straight to the point!

「Ithestormthatapproag！

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