Chapter 510: NO.93: Two lyb are like this

NO. 93: Two lyb are like this.

In fact, the police's mark tracing did not achieve its intended efficiency.

Because Commander Blake is not a fool.

Every prisoner held as a serious criminal is marked by the police to prevent emergency escapes; this is common knowledge in certain circles.

Even a certain 'merchant' knows that after a prison break, knowing how to handle things and being caught again is not due to the mark, but because of 'there's an insider beside me'.

The conflict between the Holy Terra Federation police and criminals has long existed; criminals also, to some extent actively or passively, master and study measures to counter the police.

In this regard, Commander Blake, who leaves no stone unturned in his studies, naturally understands and knows to clear the mark immediately.

But he probably couldn't have imagined it.

The Metronian he took away carries a few small signed cards of the horse girl.

And the newcomer trainer who gave him those signed cards is someone who, regardless of usefulness, first applies anti-theft measures for easy retrieval, expecting the other party to seek after-sales service—an overly cautious person.

But!

Even more cautious than him is Miss Shi Huaiya, who immediately enters a professional state upon conducting a sweep operation.

One pursues 'destroying others' wishes', another pursues 'catching them all, reaping rewards heavily', and from practical exchanges with Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals they have also learned the perfectionist creed of 'none can be missed, must be fully handled'.

Miss Feilin (the feline appellation in the Wandering World) and Mr. Demon are practically a perfect match; they immediately began tactical planning using whatever forces they could mobilize and contact.

——Charge straight in?

That definitely won't work!

First, form an encirclement net—sneak into the village, no gunfire.

Then there also needs to be a reason for the remaining criminals to gather—the subspace base at Suweir seems to have already assembled the true core members.

Finally, cut off all possible escape routes—digital beasts, cyber hackers, super agents, net sleuths…… Here there is no shortage of technicians sufficiently familiar with the cyber world, each entrenched in towers of confidence and strength.

And after guaranteeing those three points, there is still the true main point:

Strength assessment, operation planning.

Conducted by the officer of the Digital Border Gate District Public Security Bureau within Shi Huaiya's ranks and the Executor of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, together with multiple organizational departments inside Chaldea and the Light Nation Office, as well as the mercenary corps, carrying out rapid allocation.

After going through the process, it also took considerable time.

Suweir is almost done.

Even upon arriving at this critical juncture that is nearly complete, it was still Aomo who proactively mentioned that the second objective of this sweep is to rescue the interfered party inside the police as soon as possible.

This accelerated process is not without cost; the 'bait' originally shared by the digital warriors has shifted from the police to him.

However, this is not misplaced blame; it's simply that choosing a candidate was difficult at the time, and this position itself was the issue.

Other units proceed step by step; when infiltrating and surrounding the perimeter, someone needs to charge into the core to restrain the leader, preferably drawing everyone's attention—this is clearly a top-tier stress-resistant position.

Or say it's the main tank, but that's also not possible; the problem here is not that nobody dares to take it, but that too many people want to.

A crowd of contenders argued incessantly, whereas Aomo, who rushed in, took it down.

Some offered kind advice, some came to encourage, others tried to vie for it…… all such reactions are irrelevant.

What matters is that the Heart of Terra sub-node never came looking for him again.

In a certain sense, this is a kind of perfect verification.

For large-scale operation plans, capable organizations usually run a simulation via AI, but the reliability is not necessarily assured.

After all, this kind of operation simulation consumes not only computing power but also the detail of intelligence information.

The Border Gate District Public Security Bureau's AI has already conducted the operation simulation, giving an 80% success rate, quite impressive, but for some overly cautious individuals, not Senpa sentu is still a gamble.

The Public Security Bureau's AI configuration certainly has sufficient computing power; what about total intelligence gathering?

This is a hidden danger.

But when the Heart of Terra sub-nodes don't even show up, that suffices to indicate—his upcoming position is not a major showdown post.

Nobody can doubt the Heart of Terra's control over the federation network.

She is the strongest simulator, and her sub-node attitudes will also be the strongest measuring standard.

This lets him act with confidence, deeply believing that the invading allied forces' decisive weapon also does not fall under his responsibility.

So……

He can begin.

"Omer. Lied."

The trigger pulled, emitting a mechanical-sounding female voice, seemingly a Bourbon audio processing.

"Mefilas, Behemoth, Omer. Linton……"

Loading the voice output function, each card was recognized as corresponding to voice sources resembling Suzi, Chazuo, and even Qian; Aomo, who did not beforehand speak the monster card names, remained slightly silent.

I don't know whether to lament that these girls would also seriously provide solemn pronunciation, or to lament that Qian and Suzi did not stuff weirdly modulated content inside.

"……"

……Really none?

Aomo looked somewhat uncertainly at his card case.

But since they dared to hand over the Beta Magic Blade for DIY, the corresponding resolve is still there—especially—activating the magic blade is but an instant for him.

Not only does nobody listen to these sounds with him, but even if they could hear them, they would feel it is merely a brief, swift sequence of pronunciation.

However, speaking frankly…… as his mercenary workplace, this constant danger and inconvenience does not involve their battlefield; being able to hear those girls' voices reciting the card names……

could also be considered a nice feeling.

It feels as if everyone contributed a share.

Aomo feels that his current self can somewhat understand the feeling, in some film and literary works, of hearing recordings from loved ones sent during pre-battle preparations……

Because such segments often involve fathers or mothers and the like, leading him to have felt little identification since childhood.

But now, his heart indeed rises somewhat, a feeling different from when he previously fused with giant beasts and touched his inner darkness.

It's very warm.

The warmth that gave him even more drive to destroy others' dreams.

"Erlk? h"/Demon King Mephimos

It is largely because Bourbon's voice consistently has the closest mechanical feel, so it starts with her and ends with her.

In the mix of Berde language and Hong English, whose pronunciation had been practiced countless times to be sufficiently standard and steady, the ferocious Demon King spread its great wings.

At the moment when the Metoron Star People behind her, together with the sealing device, disappeared, she also extended her claws.

She stepped onto the mechanical structure that had already become tiny.

But she also encountered some obstacles——

"Are you being a bit too excessive, Mr. Lindun?"

Blad, meaning black termination, the strongest disc-shaped creature of Blakrex Star, the giant beast again displayed its form, using its own body to protect the structure, but was stepped halfway into the ground by Mephimos.

Several sparks shot from inside; this building, which Aomo judged at a glance to be transformable, was thus considered a wasted wave.

Even so, Commander Blad could still survive, and even had the energy to blame him.

What he faced was the second kick, where the wings flipped like a mechanical structure, spewing flames to boost thrust as he rose and pushed down.

"Excessive? How many crystal balls do you have? Dare to talk to me like that!!"

"Don't push your luck! Aomo Lindun!

"

A centipede-like long tail suddenly extended from the ground and attacked from behind, while beneath his feet, suddenly jetting flames clashed with it.

The moves called Black Guillotine and Black Finale are both vicious killing techniques that once made Leo retreat repeatedly, but they are also very simple techniques, relying on a first strike and sneak attack to truly be unleashed.

For Aomo, who understands monsters nearly like an encyclopedia and has been constantly angering the opponent while carefully watching their movements, the slender Demon King only needs a light sidestep to dodge this round of sneak attack.

Then, with a backward leap from the wing-flipping spray, he can avoid the imminent pursuit and open a relatively safe distance.

His flowing, cloud-and-water-like movements are not inferior to those of some agile-type Ultramen.

After all, Bephomos is not only a humanoid Demon King fusion beast; its wing and tail structures are also well suited to the fusion beast of the 'Meister' Wraith form.

This means that the movements when in Wraith form can also be perfectly replicated in this posture, making it the smoothest and most natural form to operate.

This is also why, since she was developed, she quickly replaced the Thunderbolt Killer and became Aomo's top choice for transformation fusion beasts.

"Calling out the full name is just too much, Commander."

With arms crossed like a super robot, overlooking the 55m Blake Endo from a 60m height, Bephomos's eyes, dotted with flowing black flames and hinting at golden flowing pupils, reveal a dark red light point, and the gaze revealed remains unchanged.

Sharp and indifferent, merely treating the alien standing on Blake Endo's shoulder as a dead object to be studied.

From the depths of his eyes, he sees even deeper inside.

"You should know who I am, and you should have encountered that him."

"You should also know that personality is like a towering solitary peak; no matter from which angle, what you see and feel all have something similar."

"Do you really mean I said you resemble Jia Gu La?" Blake Commander's gaze shifted to the crystal ball in his hand, then looked toward the left and right surroundings.

Everywhere there are firelight and smoke, even huge beasts, aliens, and Ultramen.

Just one glance, he could understand that Aomo Lindun was not a lone brave hero suddenly attacking; he brought a group of people, and it wasn't an impulsive strike driven by anger, but he waited until everyone was ready before firing the first shot.

This guy has never been any kind of hero; he simply came imitating a Demon King's posture, leading a legion of Demon Kings.

"No, I mean I've always been saying you resemble Jia Gu La·Jia Gu La..."

Even this slow, deliberate way of speaking resembles a Demon King, but Demon Kings die from talking too much—what about him?

"Me?"

Blake Commander turned his head, looked at the ferocious Demon King, and realized he was stalling for time.

He himself could have gone straight to support the rear, but he was held back by that vague sense of crisis.

"Yes, you."

The Demon King said, lowering his crossed arms.

"Because the present you is being observed."

Then, at the moment the words fell, raise the arm!

GripBeam/Grasping Light!

Almost at the same time, the giant beast opposite also spewed scorching flames from its mouth.

Blad/Dark Finale