Chapter 506: NO．89：The disc is a living being!

NO．89：The disc is a living being!

Commander Bloek, whose name originates from his homeland, is called the demon planet Bloek.

In Ultraman Leo, this planet exists ten million kilometers from Earth, a distance that is extremely close on cosmic scales, and even more so for civilizations capable of interstellar travel.

And this planet is both the homeland of Commander Bloek and the homeland of the disc beings.

Resources are extremely scarce, so the disc beings on Bloek all maintain a disc shape to reduce their size and conserve consumption, like the dehydrated alien group in some work.

But obviously, they have not yet reached the point of exhausting their resources.

Even the distance to Earth is so short that it's almost like taking a taxi there, making it convenient to ask for help—provided they would ask for help.

Hei'an Forest Law, although not particularly suited to the Aoshed set, there are enough aggressors there to make you believe this law exists.

The Commander Bloek group itself is the strongest proof.

As a pawn of Bloek, they did not choose normal negotiation but directly invaded Earth.

Before Earth scientists recognized the existence of 'Bloek' and devised countermeasures, they were wiped out by the dispatched disc being Burigado for assassination, leaving them to rely only on Ultraman Leo's actions.

Swift action, astonishing insight, and the typical cold-blooded ruthlessness of such aggressor villains.

Commander Bloek indeed possesses the excellent qualities expected of a combat commander, except his mentality is not very stress-resistant.

Then what about this person before us?

The demon's blood-red gaze fixed on the tall, somewhat Western-looking alien before him, his eyes lingering only on the opponent's posture and face, not on the important crystal ball in the other's other hand.

Commander Bloek's crystal ball, like a lich's phylactery or a magical girl's soul gem, is his true form.

The liquid-filled crystal ball serves both as a tool to contact his homeland and summon disc beings, and as his source of life; once destroyed, it will self-destruct and melt.

The counterpart's fellow tribe member on the Leo set also died rather casually after his crystal ball was snatched by the child originally kidnapped.

Placing this weakness openly in hand, when not recognizing the opponent, becomes a grand hidden-in-plain-sight disguise.

But now that it's widely known, still holding it in hand is rather suspicious.

It is likely wasting your probing opportunity and also consuming a trap that diverts your attention.

So Aomo did not look at it.

He stared at the crystal ball's husk; even though its existence destined this posture to be a disguise—like a lich's skeleton that can be swapped at any time, the tooth marks on it need not be his own experience, and may instead be a piece he liked that a dog had already chewed.

Commander Bloek's appearance and habits may not represent him either; they are more likely a mixture based on some kind, or multiple references, even a disguise like Shin'ei Shinji.

But he is still observing, because he and the opponent have not met for the first time.

The café in the rainstorm, the hall full of aliens, the urban construction site in the light rain now—this is their third meeting.

For those who regard observation as a habit.

Every meeting after the first is a verification.

Verifying one's previous 'judgment' and confirming the opponent's this-time 'change'.

It is like an experiment, through conversation, through contact.

The researcher proceeds step by step, taking notes during the operation, recording every point worth recording, to be used for the next trial-and-error, or as a comparison to the previous one.

The results of the two verifications are not absolutely certain.

There are still many unconfirmed mysteries.

But only regarding 'whether that appearance and those habits belong to him' does Aomo trust his judgment.

Even if it is a doll, it reveals the doll maker's self as a doll.

And as long as there is a clear self, it suffices as a basis for judgment.

Thus, Aomo can affirm that not-so-nice inference, in the posture of a vertical sword as an umbrella.

At the same time, another sword emerges from his other hand, which he raises to point at Commander Bloek.

Silver guard, blue hilt, a familiar blade.

Domo, grudge spirit sword, love ghost

Holding the card given by the opponent and pointing its power at them is a pretty good experience, especially when you can confirm the card itself hasn't been tampered with.

Akane especially likes the Love Ghost card, and even dissed the mechanical-feeling Red Lotus Ghost from the Oubu set, thinking its design lost the eerie horror that a grudge spirit should have.

Although understandable, boys find it hard to let go of the cool, huge mecha Red Lotus Ghost, and Aomo chooses a DD attitude here, liking to embrace all (x).

Moreover, it's undeniable that the Love Ghost card has always been easy to use.

After all, his hand has long lacked such self-contained equipment that can be smoothly drawn as a card.

But it also arrived somewhat late.

It happened to be after he had sent his foster father's iron coffin for renovation and could now carry it around.

At this stage, he temporarily resolved his weapon worries.

But that's fine too.

Just like now, the 'Red Sunny Doll' with the most traditional disc-being form behind Commander Bloek arrives swiftly with its tentacles——

——but he blocks it with the power of a sudden demonization, the katana that folds into a blade in an instant and the grudge spirit sword successively making contact, dissipating the force to his side.

His skill with dual blades is also not something he hasn't encountered before.

Morrison back then saw his mechanical combat talent as not outstanding, but not low either, so he also simply let him try learning many weapons.

Through the management of crystal core memories, the feeling from back then can be recalled to hand at any time.

But even so, the difference in force must be made up by the liberated bloodline.

Fact proves that his immediate sense of crisis upon demonization was correct.

Now, the turbulent air waves howl and extend on both sides, whipping the ground into several severe scars.

Each is several zhang long, several chi deep, enough to prove the value of that ring-being.

Though appearing human-sized, it possesses speed and force not inferior to that of a giant beast.

If it were instead the rear logistics guards, or even just the dispatch commander Shi Huaiya colliding…… one could only expect the opponent to have done more training here.

But even with that much destruction, Commander Blake, dressed in black formal attire, remained politely courteous, as if he had not yet lost his composure.

"My Nobe is a bit impatient; I hope you'll understand."

"What do you want to do with such urgency? Speak up so everyone can understand." The double blades were put away with a flick of the wrist, and Aomo's reaction was as if nothing had happened; his gentle smile looked very friendly.

In stark contrast, countless police officers around them were on high alert.

Even Shi Huaiya was trying to signal Aomo, indicating that reinforcements would arrive shortly.

Aomo naturally ignored it, merely awaiting the other's response; at the same time, two cards were linked by his will, poised and ready.

"Have you heard the saying 'Mustard seed contains Mount Sumeru, a flower holds a world'? That's also an earthly parable."

"It's rare to find an extraterrestrial studying Buddhism; are you interested in the source energy of the Buddha's gate?"

"Indeed..." Commander Blake gave a slight nod; his small step forward didn't tense Aomo, but instead caused the surrounding officers to collectively step back half a step.

Now Aomo was also rather nervous, fearing their firearms might discharge accidentally.

Unless the gun is loaded with a USB drive or a card, firing at an enemy of unknown strength that nonetheless feels threatening, a pure energy gun is hard to say whether it would merely graze or cause serious harm.

"Mr. Linton, I've actually always admired you, after all, as the rumors say, you resemble that person too much."

"Isn't it better not to use another person as a standard when acknowledging someone?" Aomo took a slight step, his hand gripping the double blades loosened then tightened again.

What Commander Blake's personality model proves is not a pretentious person, but a cunning, suspicious being of great learning value, a novel existence.

His speaking now can only be seen as stalling for time.

"Indeed, if you are not an Earthling, I am willing to apologize."

However, it's fine; Aomo is willing to give him some time.

Even willing to put some work into that time.

"I have half human blood; give me half an apology."

That joking remark actually made the man opposite him blink slightly, as if seriously considering, then he shook his head: "It's a pity; for our goal, Earthlings must include everything…"

His words were not finished.

Because as he shook his head, a ferocious demon had arrived.

The double blades in his claw were gone; a huge sword as broad as a door panel was gripped in his claw, not so much a chop as a smash descending from above—

—but was blocked by two claws.

"…You call it Nobe?"

In the silent standoff, the demon's eyes stared at the calm man.

Because what was clearly before him was not that red sunny-day doll, but a small disc-shaped creature with claws and feet: Robeluga!

"Of course, it's the strongest Nobe I believe; you'll find out right away—"

Before he finished speaking, Aomo had already let go, crouched, slid forward, and the grudge sword appeared in his hand, about to strike backhand, but was pierced by the bone‑sharp edges of the two blades, and in the next second was sent flying by the supersonic narrow double tails.

"Aomo!"

Shi Huaiya, still holding the small communicator, stared for a moment, then immediately ordered an attack and rushed toward the direction Aomo had been blown to.

"Why such haste?" A raise of the hand signaled that the creature transformed into Blad/Blake Endo, the strongest disc‑beast Nobe, to enlarge.

Commander Blake lightly waved his cane, and a pale gold barrier sprang up, blocking bullets and beams that could have reached him.

Those without chance were blocked by Blake Endo.

And he himself, still leisurely, gazed toward the direction Aomo had flown, sighing:

"Since I've already said you resemble that person so much, I certainly won't use energy attacks; even if you clutch a ghost‑love card, it won't help, Mr. Linton."

Saying that, he turned his head again, looking toward the direction he had first faced, where many 'coffins' lay.

"Well then…"

"It's time to fulfill everyone's wish."