Chapter 482: NO．65：Metoron Star People Greatly Shocked

NO．65：Metoron Star People Greatly Shocked

Before the large hole on the eighth floor of the office building, smoke and mist filled the air.

There was both mist vaporized by the light cannon and actual phosphorus-burning fog.

Though non-toxic in nature, it could make this group of Shade Star People, who have neither noses nor mouths, choke incessantly, resembling the bizarre acting logic of some cheap tokusatsu.

As if trying to lock the mechanical monster with a joint technique……ah, those tokusatsu aren't cheap either.

But regardless of whether it's cheap or not, data-level smoke grenades often come with extra additives, and for this, a youth already wearing a metal anti-toxic mask didn't care.

He could even crouch at the very center of the smoke, pick up the aluminum can thrown by the black-haired horse girl, and examine it closely.

"Hekmedea's smoke grenade……they didn't even peel off the label."

He shook his head, and the giant sword in his hand, while being hefted, transformed into an iron coffin wrapped in chains; he then abruptly twisted the chain, causing it to fall off completely as the coffin lid split open from the middle to both sides.

An astonishing suction released from the bottomless shadow within the coffin, swallowing all the countless smoke.

During this process, he glanced at the tiny mechanical legs running at the edge of the smoke.

Yet he said nothing.

He merely watched the Shade Star People who, with his help, had been freed……

Unappreciative.

"Cough cough, hey! Cough cough, you! Why did you give them a chance to escape!"

Clearly, after great difficulty they could finally speak smoothly, yet someone does not cherish the opportunity.

So he no longer has any chance to speak.

The youth flicked his hand, sending the chains re-wrapped around the iron coffin flying, and the person vanished before their eyes.

Under the impact of metal bolstered by several tens of tons of force, it embedded into the cracked wall.

Even the non‑penetrating, blood‑seeping breach revealed the building's own strength.

Without that one shot from the transforming giant sword, a mere temporary charge by the two horse girls might not break the wall, while a certain ultimate‑level Digimon could easily do it with its weapon, but each delayed second could let the Shade Star People behind make a move.

As for martial virtue, it's really hard to say with this lot.

The combat‑type alien whose design prototype is named Shadow (Shadow) first appeared in the Ultraman series in Ultraman Sevin.

In this work, which emphasizes heavy humanity and a microcosm of the times, various nefarious alien tactics also appear endlessly.

While the Shade Star People among them also appeared as Zena agents in Jie De Ultraman, that is obviously a rare exception.

More Shade Star People are like those before us—violent, impulsive, and also deceitful and cunning.

Just like now, the youth who had retracted the coffin raised his hand; the staff, rapidly transformed and contracted, came down with both hands, yet a anguished cry rang out.

In the fading optical camouflage, the youth's front revealed a red‑clothed, black‑shouldered alien with bizarre attire.

The youth's instep was completely pierced through by the tip of the staff, and blood truly human in nature gushed out.

"What are you trying to do?" the youth asked coldly, his dark‑red eyes fixed on the alien before him, frozen in place yet showing slight trembling.

Those eyes flickered in the shadow, bringing an undeniable omen of danger.

"I stood aside while fighting the enemy, rendering no aid."

He pulled out the staff that had pinned the opponent's foot to the ground, but the spreading chill frost at the wound no longer concealed itself, engulfing the entire body within the complex magic circle.

"When the enemy intends to flee, I do not pursue."

That staff ultimately turned into a silver wrist chain, its serpentine pattern crawling over the crescent, wrapping around the wrist, then covered by the suit cuff.

"You turn around to blame me, and even while blaming me you launch a covert attack?"

He removed the blood‑sucking code‑style DIY anti‑toxic mask from his face, stood before them in the likeness of Aomo Lindun, and at the same time faced the unhidden gun muzzles of the remaining Shade Star People, whereupon he raised his hand.

Sandwiched between them was a card printed with a bizarre posture on its surface.

Boom!

Countless gunshots merged into a single blast, and the card's center also emitted countless azure bizarre hands.

DarkThuion/Dark Thunderstorm Absorption

Swift and chaotic, like multiple hands reaching out from a frenzied desire, they easily covered the space before Aomo, seizing not only the light beam but also successively grabbing those Shade Star People.

"……" He glanced somewhat surprised at the thing between his fingers, yet Aomo did not let the Gurira's devouring intent continue to take effect.

He left several Shade Star People constantly trembling and shouting as they retreated, turning their heads to see a Metoron Star Person and something disguised as a human suddenly appearing not far away.

"Where are the people? I heard there were horse girls here, so I rushed over to look!" The Metoron Star Person looked around, visibly excited, "Where are the people!"

"Kid, do you know where the horse girls are?" He even stepped closer, trying to press his hand onto Aomo's shoulder, but was dodged by a sidestep, "Wait, kid, why do you look a bit familiar?"

"Aomo Lindun?" The somewhat sinister‑looking man beside him briefly shifted into a Magma Star Person's form while speaking.

Looking at Aomo, then at the humanoid blood‑hole on the wall, then at the Shade Ice Wither beside him, and finally at those seemingly insane fellows behind.

"What's going on?"

Upon hearing this question, Aomo gave a faint smile.

"This group of Shade Star People, just like this Metoron Star Person, doesn't know me; they don't help in battle and complain afterward, which makes me unhappy."

"I see……" the Magma Star Person nodded, then looked around, reached out and twisted off the short gun at the waist of the Shade Ice Wither beside him, firing a shot that shattered the crab‑type machinery on the distant control console.

"Ah! The database!"

" That shot made the Metoron Star Person turn his head, then shout in surprise and run over.

But the Magma Star Person turned his gaze back to Aomo.

His face showed clear surprise.

"Turns out I still missed something."

"The consequences of what you missed are serious; this experimental field has high priority."

"But this has nothing to do with me; I wouldn't need to act anyway," Aomo said blandly, "If it were too obvious, those Ultraman would only further raise your threat level."

Then another world's Ultraman black‑gang type would come calling for companions.

Actually, even just now is already tough enough; now, through the hole in the building, at the edge of sight one can vaguely see a multi-headed dragon beast rampaging in the rain in the distance.

It seems to be the Sodom Beast that keeps cutting numbers, destroying all surrounding buildings under countless hazy data blocks.

I can't quite tell whether it's a Chaldea creation or a simulated construct made by the invading alliance.

The Magma Star Person, however, was sizing up his hand that held only a single card.

"You didn't use that thing, did you?"

"How could I use it? Ou Bu giving me the Hei'an Ring is already a restriction," Aomo shrugged, "Once I accept it, I can't possibly use it, and even if that thing ends up in anyone's hands, it'll be my problem."

"Well, Bu Lai Ke said that if you don't lift a hand, it's already the best help for us; he thinks highly of you, but I don't like you,"

He, who had turned back into human form, openly showed his hostility toward Aomo, looking at this messy data field.

"You are undoubtedly a dangerous person; your gaze at anyone looks like you're inspecting a tool, and you can easily kill your comrades!"

His words were truly impactful; even the Metatron Star Person rescuing data in the distance turned to look, and he then solemnly shouted his final words: "So I absolutely cannot accept having someone like you as a member of the Union!"

"... pfft..." Aomo, who had been silently watching him finish his speech, tilted his head for a few seconds, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"Well, there are quite a few reasons; do you want to hear them one by one?"

From being blamed by faulty things for being too terrible, to there being such an honest person among the Magma Star People, to even the simple reasoning within the blame...

"No need! Bu Lai Ke had me meet you as an initial-stage delivery card, but I won't give you even a single one, and I'll use them all to kill you!"

"Here we go again..."

"The self-answering without being asked, typical of tokusatsu villains."

But the content made Aomo's eyes light up; even the corners of his smile seemed like they could split open from laughter.

"What are you laughing at again?!" the man shouted angrily, once again taking on the silver-faced, gold-haired Magma Star Person form, his right wrist also wrapped around the signature Magma Star Blade.

But before he could swing, a katana thrust out from behind him, accompanied by a feeling as if something were expanding inside his body to burst it open.

A katana that can become a shield can also, with intent, be turned into a cruel use.

And even more cruel is that a card extends from behind into view from the left hand.

Geliza, a twist of the fingers.

Two cards: Jie Dun.

Used for teleportation, easily delivering a backstab.

A slight further twist, and it's actually three cards.

The giant ant super-beast Ali Pengta.

The formic acid that can melt subway tracks spreads across the blade surface in a weakened version of the card's design.

"Laughing, luck's not bad; for now we can call it a day."