Chapter 483: NO.66 You Say That, I'm Quite Worried (4k)

Base City, a few minutes ago.

The city in the heavy rain had its own hazy feel, as if cut off from everything, making distant explosions and rumbling sounds dull.

There were naturally no pedestrians on the roadside, although the city was not lacking in residents of various appearances; under this forty-three-hour invasion state, they either rushed to the front lines or hid in buildings.

Thus, a certain Digital Beast dragging two horse girls as it ran through the rain had its 'escape' proceed fairly smoothly.

Merely failing to pull far enough to a safe distance, the black-haired horse girl whose waist was entwined by her scarf had already turned back into a shadow, falling to the original spot.

Beersuta Beast was not surprised, for the other had already shouted 'Put me down!' during the initial jumping segment.

The consequence of not heeding it is the other's current performance.

As for that, she did not stop it either.

She merely said with a subtle expression, 'You wouldn't want to fight back, would you?'

Incidentally, she also let her freely changing scarf set down the Qianming Representative.

Then the all-purpose scarf turned into a huge black umbrella, enveloping even the reluctant Zhouri Ningjing.

'Am I that stupid?' she coldly glanced at this woman who should have been a stranger; Zhouri Ningjing hurried to the nearest eave, leaned against the wall, and a light screen unfolded before her.

Numerous buttons also appeared on it, row after row, staggered like the button design of a touch-screen game.

Above that, on the larger screen, appeared the confrontation of a youth wearing a half mask and holding a smoking greatsword with that group of aliens.

The spider-crab-type remote-controlled robot deliberately thrown out when the smoke grenade was launched is now the last hope of achieving the goal.

'Eh~ The little thing you threw is this kind of thing.' Qianming Representative, standing beside her with head down looking at the screen, was somewhat surprised.

She was originally the one who shared the smoke grenade toss with Zhouri Ningjing, so she naturally saw the other's small movement.

Merely judging by the machine crab's bundled form while on standby, it's hard to confirm its true identity.

Standing on the other side, Beersuta likewise lowered his head to look at the screen, finger resting on his chin.

The combination of the two horse girls and the suddenly arriving Digital Beast for rescue……

The three ought to have introduced themselves while staring at each other, but instead they all unconsciously skipped this step.

Now it has even become: Zhouri Ningjing seriously operating, while the other two each stand aside watching in a harmonious manner.

Or perhaps not so harmonious……

'Left, left, left, a bit more to the left—anyway, the deletion process is running normally, let me see what's happening over there!' by Qianming Representative.

'Are you sure it's really deleted cleanly? Ordinary deletion just looks like it's deleted but can actually be recovered; I have a program—want to try remote transmission and reception?' by Beersuta Beast.

Amidst the pointing and finger-wagging, someone again startled by a sudden impact shouted, 'Eh eh eh! It sounds like a fight broke out over there—look, look! S. S, have a look! Look at the situation over there!'

Then someone else from the other side advised against it:

'No, data is more important now; she's already handling multi-line data.'

'……' Zhouri Ningjing silently lifted her head, stared at the ceiling for two seconds, then suddenly turned and shouted, 'Ah…… You two are so noisy!!'

She glanced around; in her dark-gold pupils burned a hysterical fire.

'What's there to look at in that guy! What's there to care about!!'

'If you care so much, just go back yourself!!'

The operator, driven crazy by the left and right channels, glared back and forth at the two surrendering guys, yet suddenly heard a piercing sound.

The screen before her instantly went black.

'Ah, it blew up.' Qianming Representative softly said, looking at the light screen popping up with a '【Signal Disconnected】' box.

It seemed to be pointing at something.

'Yeah, it blew up.' Beersuta Beast, likewise looking at that light screen, softly repeated.

Then he asked again, 'So, is the thing deleted?'

'……'

Silence, frowns tightening more and more, until Qianming, feeling no sense of danger, raised a hand trying to pry it open, whereupon Zhouri Ningjing leaned back completely and shook, shouting, 'Screw it! I don't care anymore!! The progress bar is at ninety percent!!'

'I'm going back to watch Chazuo run! Can I make it back in time now!!' As she said this, she suddenly turned her head, eyes locked dead-on on the Qianming Representative beside her, drawing extremely close.

It was practically Evangelion-level close-up staring, with astonishing presence causing Qianming to instinctively step back, recalling the Chazuo demeanor he had seen earlier in a livestream.

Firmly believing these two must indeed be sisters, without a doubt.

'Uh, should be… absolutely, we're slower than that side, roughly…' Although a bit gag-inducing, Qianming, with quick reflexes, raised his index finger, 'Midway?'

'Then let's go!' She grabbed the other's index finger in one go; at this moment, Zhouri Ningjing, harboring no dislike, immediately prepared to jump into the dark web network.

But then she suddenly paused, turned her head to look at Beersuta Beast.

'Do you want to come along?'

When this question came up, the other party was stunned, yet saw both of them staring at her with serious expressions; Qianming Representative's gaze even reminded her of her partner's scrutiny.

That was a gaze trying to interpret and speculate from the other's every move.

'Um… together then?'

She said uncertainly, hesitating whether to ask these two if they were curious about her condition.

She truly is not good at this situation; if she devolved into a Witch Beast she might handle it more easily, but then Zhouri Ningjing would surely recognize her.

Damn…… This situation would be better than fighting her partner again!

She had also been somewhat surprised that the other directly attacked, and that the attack motion showed no sign of holding back; the posture practically looked like they truly intended to slash Zhouri Ningjing to death and then inflict heavy damage on themselves.

Indeed, as an Ultimate Form she is not as 'fragile' as her appearance suggests; truly taking those few blows would not be much, and Zhouri Ningjing also seemed to have something hidden, probably not enough to die.

But if she truly failed to notice in time and couldn't react to this sudden assault…… the horse girl's spirit form would certainly not be harder than the Ultimate Form's body, while the other's attack rhythm was continuous, tightly linked, giving no chance to counter.

Had the other not finally chosen to charge power a beat slower, otherwise destroying the battle rhythm with cannon mode, she protecting Zhouri Ningjing would truly have been forced by her partner to raise the intensity of a finishing move.

Especially since the other gave no warning at the start; if she spaced out a little, lagging half a beat, that descending greatsword would surely cause someone to bleed.

She was a little annoyed by this, but otherwise had no resentment; instead she was somewhat amazed by her partner's performance.

She usually watched him in his 'I will sortie in monster form' massive battles, never expecting that besides that he also performed quite well.

He didn't even use that demonic transformation.

——

"Really, you've made me look at you anew, Mr. Aomo Lindun."

Looking at the Magmape sword on the table, then at the Metronian nearby with head slightly lowered and silent, Commander Blake withdrew his gaze, smiling and praising the youth before him.

Meanwhile, not far away, groups of aliens whispered among themselves at the rows of tables and chairs.

With Ultraman, Servants, and even Digimon appearing all over the base city, there were still a dozen or so aliens in distinctive attire, calm and composed, truly the core of the base.

And clearly acting as the leader, Commander Blake stood before a light screen continuously broadcasting the splitting and merging process diagram, then turned his head to look at the Metronian.

"But I still want to confirm something……"

"Could you please recount the situation again, Tewei'er?"

"Um, ah, yes! Mr. Blake, here's what happened: when I arrived, several Shade aliens had already gone mad, so I only saw a few corpses. And… Mr. Lindun said those people not only didn't help him in battle, but after the fight they blamed him, so he killed them."

Some cautious and meek individuals glanced toward the smiling, silent youth; on that nonhuman face where expressions were hard to discern, their eyes quickly withdrew, and they continued: "Then, then Sanshi didn't accept those words, and moreover he… said he didn't like Mr. Lindun and wanted to kill him."

"Then he indeed did that." Aomo suddenly said.

"Yes! Yes…… but, but he was instead…" said the Metronian named Tewei'er, glancing at Aomo and then at Commander Blake, he whispered, "Killed……"

"Tsk! That Sanshi guy just isn't up to snuff!"

As the 'narration' here ended, someone over there scoffed—take one look and it's a Nakel alien covered in heat rash.

"I've long advised him to learn from his clan's tenth‑generation admiral and get a set of Ampere alien armor replicas—at least then he could take a few more blows."

"Don't say that…… although Sanshi's temper has always been bad, it's not like he'd just lash out—I suspect it was Lindun who struck first! He's even teamed up with Orb! Everyone knows he's this world's Gargula!"

"Tewei'er! If threatened, you just flash your chest light!"

"Ah, Kaimu, don't say that!"

The Metronian was about to defend himself when he saw Aomo raise his hand in front of him, then turn his gaze to the Camel alien over there.

"My temper is also bad; if someone slanders me, I can't help but act," he said, and by the time he finished speaking he was behind the Camel alien, a sword with a silver guard and blue hilt at his throat: "Want to give it a try?"

He tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing the 'horn' on the other's head.

This was the second time he had seen them; on the plane flying from London back to the Boundary Gate Area, he had once encountered a Kamuul attack, which he had sent away with his prepared counterattack, and now he could see this living 'old acquaintance' again.

Even this room was full of such 'old acquaintances'.

He had seen them on screen, seen them in color pages, and now suddenly could see them in reality, giving him a star‑struck feeling no less than when he saw Hongkai and Ludao fu.

He was quite excited, but the way he expressed his excitement was somewhat special.

Holding a knife against the other's neck, whose contracted outline was not obvious, it was hard to say whether this was actually the throat.

"Was it your dissolving fluid spraying suddenly, or was my sword swing faster?"

A lifespan of five hundred years, because they craved fresh flesh and kidnapped and merged with earthlings, they were targeted by humans and Ultraman—this is the main impression Kamuul people give in tokusatsu, and it even sounds a bit like they're greedy for life and afraid of death.

But this one before him directly sprayed liquid from the horn on his head, proving his courage with actual action.

Of course, he perhaps had something to rely on.

Because the fluid was sprayed with such speed, even the companion sitting beside him didn't have time to react.

"Do you think I'm slow!"

Kamuul people with high‑speed movement ability are naturally able to run far faster than ordinary humans, even able to toy with human cars, and their nerve reflexes and action speed are absolutely beyond human comparison.

But he had indeed sprayed empty.

"Or maybe it's still a bit slower than the girls under my command."

One slash across the neck, and it didn't matter whether it was the throat; the one clutching his bleeding throat suddenly rose to his feet, trembling as if his power had gone out of control, revealing a magician's garb, then shifting back into the form of a Kamuul alien, pointing at Aomo and stammering, unable to utter a word.

Probably the vocal‑cord‑like structures were also affected.

And the tendrils on his head were still spraying the dissolving fluid, completely in a fan‑shaped AOE coverage, not caring at all about the companion who had still been sitting beside him earlier.

But the companions began to scream, while the youth completely ignored the dissolving fluid, standing in place, watching the fluid pass through his body as if he were merely a hologram standing there.

This also made the Kamuul's eyes widen further, the hissing sound grow louder, and then a single blade pierced completely between his eyes, exactly in the natural fissure‑shaped depression on his face.

"It's a bit too ugly to look at."

He flung the knife away in utter disgust, looking at the guy who had just been flung about like a top, spraying transparent liquid everywhere, then glanced at the other few at the table who were screaming as their companions swarmed around them to apply medicine.

There were even more cold‑eyed aliens watching, so he sighed and casually tossed away the blade still stained with red and white.

Again he teleported, appearing beside Commander Bulaike's desk, and handed over the card in his hand.

"Want to take it back?"

A white‑faced warrior with disheveled hair, glittering and even clutching several bent feather arrows, was printed on it.

His eyes were like blood, his mouth like a snake, pallid and cracked.

Renki/Loving Ghost

It is not the mechanical‑style vengeful‑spirit ghost Red Lotus Knight from the Oubu version, but the Gaia version, which is closer to the vengeful spirit and legendary‑image posture of the vengeful‑spirit warrior.

Not only does it possess greater speed of movement, but it also wields a keen yet sturdy samurai‑sword vengeful‑spirit blade.

Even the spirit‑power armor draped over him fears neither laser beams nor missiles and other scientific weapons; even Gaia's full‑moon light wave was once ineffective, and only actual physical strikes and natural attacks such as lightning can nullify this natural 'void'.

Thanks to this, Aomo could have simply not dodged or evaded from the start, but seeing how brave the opponent was, he might as well give him a little face.

It was just that the rotating spray caught him completely off guard, ridiculous as if he were being insulted.

"No need."

Commander Bulaike turned his head and glanced at the still meek‑looking Metronian.

If the opponent actually had brows and eyes.

It doesn't matter if he lacks them; even if he's unwilling to disguise himself as human, everyone is used to it while wandering the universe.

Rather than through expressions, it is a more subtle perception of emotions, and this is a required course in interstellar communication.

"Let's stop the radical self‑introductions here; we've already lost many diligent employees, and a gap of two missing leaders at once is hard to fill."

They said it was so, but his human-like face showed no regret at all.

Beside him followed the commander of the "Red Sunny Day Doll", Black, who even smiled and patted his shoulder: "Now everyone knows you; from now on we'll work together, so please take care of everyone."

"Of course, but are you sure you still have a chance?" He looked at him in surprise, then glanced at the several light screens on the wall, one of which even showed a massive Alpha Beast firing at monsters.

This was quite unexpected for him.

He shared the news with the Dusk Sea Detective Agency—the only force linked to the Digital World he could think of that intersected with his own—but he hadn't expected them to pay much attention.

He thought that seeing Tuohai or Yamei bring along one or two Ultimate Forms to join the fun would be about enough.

As a result…

How did the Alpha Beast even show up?

I misjudged; the data they stole from the Digital Domain isn't just a few patches of land.

"Of course there's more; no matter the destruction, our plan has already been founded."

Tapping the ground lightly with his staff, Commander Black smiled and replied:

"They can't stop the birth of the new world, so you don't need to worry—just keep doing your own thing."