Chapter 507: NO.90: It's just a hole in the chest, that's all

NO．90：It's just a hole in the chest, that's all.

Federation people have long grown accustomed to those called 'travelers' who appear every now and then, the 'weirdos'.

Accustomed to their distinctive appearance, race, even culture and stance.

But this is merely habit, not understanding.

To be honest, most travelers are just ordinary people with peculiar luck.

Since they all originate from Earth, even the similarity of their civilizations is quite high.

Although communicating with them does have many barriers, it's not to the point of being completely incompatible.

Exceptions naturally exist.

There also exists a small proportion but not insignificant number of genuine incommunicables.

At such times, what blocks communication between the two sides is not merely the superficial contradiction of 'hostility'.

But rather a shared difference in worldviews—values, outlook on life, and perception of the world.

Indeed, a mere difference in worldviews does not imply hostility; it can even be said to be a kind of wealth.

Only through diverse ideological collisions can the splendid flower of spirit bloom, just as in the Warring States period of Eastflame history, where chaos and conflict gave rise to the contention of a hundred schools.

But everyone also knows this.

Under a truly stable dynasty, although there may be philosophers with nothing better to do, the lack of sharper conflict ultimately makes everything end more weakly than it began.

The Terra Federation also faces this problem, but the solution is also quite clear.

One could even say it's recorded in the history books.

——Travelers.

Under stable governance, there still exists an otherworldly being capable of bringing fierce conflict to ideas and thoughts—this is precisely what the Heart of Terra hopes for, an 'element' that the present Federation, and even the Star Alliance, lacks.

Able to keep civilization vibrant and let the world regain its vitality.

Even so-called 'invaders,' existing in the form of harmful entities, can serve to temper civilization's immunity.

Because the Star Alliance has long been stable, its frontier progress is steady.

"Aomo! Aomo, can you still hold on? Bonde! Come over and check his injury!"

"Oh! Oh! I'm coming right away, sir!"

The term 'invasion' often appears in rhetorical devices, used to describe excessive competition.

No one would regard invasion as a necessary group.

Nor would anyone regard 'invasion' as a lifelong pursuit.

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

Wishes, dreams.

Man-made labels are dazzling and beautiful, but their actual content is defined by the individuals themselves.

Even 'invading a planet' can become a dream, even a shared tragic aspiration of a group.

Yet for the Holy Terra Federation, and indeed for the vast majority of travelers, this is utterly contrary to common sense.

Soldiers who regard invasion as a means of survival are undoubtedly harmful entities.

And at this very moment, on this battlefield, tens of thousands of abnormal harmful entities have gathered.

Even if the overall situation shows a clear advantage, the sudden appearance of the joint leader still brings an extremely uneasy atmosphere to the surroundings.

Grasping his staff and raising the crystal ball, Commander Bulaike is withstanding the surrounding firepower to unveil those hundreds of restraints.

Those are obviously just smokescreens to hide the truth, for countless officers have already risked their lives to bypass Bulaikeenduo's obstruction.

They should have all charged together toward Commander Bulaike, but upon seeing countless 'iron coffins' burst open, a considerable portion of the officers received altered orders—to aim their weapons at those unfolded 'iron coffins'.

The behavioral patterns of police and military differ; the most direct distinction is that they are more accustomed to reducing risk and minimizing damage scale.

This also gave that man in black an opportunity.

The liberation of hundreds of subordinates was merely a cover; his staff pointed far away toward a lone alien looking around, appearing somewhat clueless.

That was a Meitelong person, named Teweier.

Although he is also a member of the invasion coalition and has long occupied the invaders' main species quota as a Meitelong, he is not particularly invested in the invasion itself, instead taking more interest in horse girls.

Among the invasion coalition full of slackers, he is also considered an oddball.

Moreover, relying on his skill in instrument maintenance and debugging, he once rose to the rank of officer, truly a high‑level oddball.

Of course, there are plenty of officers in this coalition—enough that each could star in their own sentai series—but even so, he is the most slack‑off, the most oddball among them.

But precisely because of this oddness of his, he encountered a certain broad‑minded demon.

They neither sliced him nor took him to exchange for money; instead, they gave him an opportunity.

As long as he works diligently and cooperates, it will be merely a symbolic detention; afterward they will credit him with merit, reduce his sentence, and not hinder him from continuing to watch matches and promote idols.

But the scene before us now clearly differs from what was initially agreed upon.

How did he come out of the coffin and still be so noisy? He shouldn't be in a quiet prison… uh, it seems he was rescued……

Teweier stared in astonishment at this chaotic battlefield, and with growing concern lifted his gaze to the enormous beast before him.

Although they are tens of meters apart, due to the height difference it looks extremely close and extremely dangerous.

If one falls, it will crush him from below; perhaps only by growing huge could he feel somewhat safe.

But in such a place, would growing huge really not get him hit?

Fixating on the overly conspicuous beast, the Meitelong pondered whether he might be mistakenly injured by the attackers here, when suddenly he felt a flutter in his chest.

Soon after, an indescribable soreness spread throughout his body; given the intensity of the pain, it even made his vision go dark.

When he staggered, nearly falling, someone instead pressed a hard object against his shoulder, supporting his body: "Ohduo, be careful, Teweier."

"... Commander sir?"

The eyes, set far apart and with a strange field of view, gazed at the gentleman in front who was supporting him/her; the Meitelong alien still had some doubts, but after reacting in the next second, there arose, amidst the whole-body stiffness, an urge to try to get up and flee.

《What kind of experience is it to be kindly helped by a superior while an insider is present? 》

He currently lacks the strength to post this kind of title on the forum; he just wants to step forward but can't break free from the hand that holds his cane.

"Your condition is so bad, don't push yourself—come with me, I'll solve your problem."

"No no no……!" Tewei'er was frightened by those words, repeatedly refusing yet unable to refuse.

Because he and the opponent had simultaneously turned into a momentary distortion, vanishing in the collapse, even that 55-meter-tall battle-damaged beast disappeared along with them.

The officers still fighting Kongliuben were astonished.

And the chief's shout over the microphone: "Watch ahead! Don't just stand there dazed! There are still criminals to catch!"

Naturally, there was also the order that followed closely: "Quickly bring the spatial detector! We must find out where those two went!"

And outside that frontline battlefield.

A certain individual lay beside the rubble, dragging a long trail of blood, face pale and on the brink of death; under the anxious gaze of a friend, and as the paramedic had just torn open his clothing over the wound, preparing to activate the rescue device and rub the therapeutic source energy——

Suddenly opened his eyes!

Immediately followed by a standard carp kip-up, rising steadily!

As if feeling slightly abnormal, he then turned his gaze to the stunned paramedic:

"Can you return my clothes?"

"... Oh oh."

"Thank you."

Thus, under his friend's horrified gaze, he took over the three-piece suit still dotted with many bloodstains and torn holes, his face showing obvious distress.

"Can this be reimbursed?"

He suddenly turned back and asked the tiger-eared girl who was still foolishly squatting in place.

She tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and replied: "Probably?"

"No, how… how did you… how did you manage that?!" As she questioned, her mind raced; Shihuaiya glared at the opponent, looking around, leaving her own back exposed.

Compared to that strong, powerful back muscle contour, the area that should have been bloody and mangled now only had a clean spine surrounded by an irregular ring of bloodstains, which was more noteworthy.

She still remembered the previous carnage—the through-and-through stab wound clearly destroyed the heart as well.

The person had reverted from a demon to human form, clearly not going to survive; the paramedic she had summoned also judged as much, and since the rescue device couldn't be retrieved, they prepared to use divine techniques.

If the body hasn't cooled and the soul isn't shattered, it should be possible to pull them back on the spot.

But the result……

"I just kept a trick up my sleeve," Aomo said, raising a hand that had been empty before but now held two cards.

Renki/Loveghost

Rindon/Lindon

Evil spirits and regenerating monsters—Aomo would call them a double misfortune combination, but as long as they're used against the opponent, it's the opponent's misfortune.

"In short, this now proves that Tewei'er not only truly has insider knowledge, but is even a crucial element."

Before Shihuaiya could approach to examine the dark-toned illustration card and the not-so-smart illustration card, Aomo had already withdrawn his hand, casually pulled out the card case from his coat pocket, and immediately tapped the terminal:

"I feel like I already have an answer—let me contact someone first."

"Who is it? If you have an answer, why don't you tell us first?!"

Miss Shihuaiya felt this citizen should be dragged to the police station for proper education.

"A big shot in the digital world."

Aomo, responding offhand, lowered his gaze slightly and caught sight of his ashen wrist and the bracelet attached to it.

The plowing when he was flung away was still too harsh; even with strong regenerative ability, he was in a sorry state all over.

It was only slightly unpleasant, but what was even more unpleasant was the opponent's classic tokusatsu-specific villain exposition segment; for the sake of long-term planning, they didn't strike back on the spot.

"Although there's a highly plausible guess, we still need to verify it—if done well, it could be more than just scooping up some petty gains."

"Are you saying this to me?" Shihuaiya was somewhat speechless, turned to glance at the nearby paramedic, only to see that they had already gotten up and walked away.

This battlefield still has other places that need him; he shouldn't be standing here listening to those two, who seem like acquaintances, engage in some meaningless talk.

Of course, the reason for making this judgment also hinges on his knowing Shihuaiya; otherwise, silently walking away would risk getting a demerit from any leader.

Miss Shihuaiya naturally didn't mind; even while Aomo was feigning faint, she still held the walkie-talkie and issued several orders, not neglecting command despite her friend's critical condition.

"Of course, here!"

Aomo said, bringing up the terminal screen.

"To let you observe the communication, you should at least know some basic premises."