Chapter 53

【Central District! Central District!! Ace Assassin appears again in the Central District!!】

【TNND The lingering spirit won't disperse, right! Mobilize personnel to wash that guy again!!】【Wait, there's more! There's more!】

【There's more!】

【Godzilla!】

【What?! Machines can also summon spirits?! What mechanical spirit is displeased】

【No... it's not a mechanical Godzilla, that's completely the real Godzilla! I've at least seen the movies!】

「Really noisy...... 」

Section Chief Mazawa somewhat impatiently cut off the channel communication between his subordinate Executors, then opened the music software, intending to casually pick a song, but saw that Juanzhang sent him a message.

【AnOutofBodyState】

「……」 Seeing this string of meaningless text, the section chief frowned, then copied and pasted it into the music software, and indeed found a song.

Then let's play it.

Then he looked again toward the central district, which was no more than five li away.

There stood a humanoid monster, the Ace Assassin, and also a similarly mountain‑tall humanoid monster.

It indeed resembled Godzilla, but its body covered in thorny spines, its dragon‑like, wolf‑like head clearly differed from Godzilla's, not to mention the black‑and‑red interlocking stripes that pulsed with light all over its body.

Moreover, it directly swatted the Ace Assassin in front of it over with a claw; its other claw, massive and heavy, clenched into a fist and slammed out forcefully, its movements appearing orderly.

The monsters were actually hostile to each other—just as someone thought that, the Executors' public channel kept repeating a notification.

【Godzilla‑like entity sending helper code, helper number, Aomo Lindun, friendly identification】

【Godzilla‑like entity sending helper code, helper number, Aomo Lindun, friendly identification】

Such a repeated message was enough to astonish most Executors; when was the last time a helper appeared with such a grand display?

But no matter what, they had to quickly relay this message to the other helpers, and even send out a notice, lest the enthusiastic citizens of Heaven's Gate City stage a "joint attack on the two monsters".

「Sigh~ Aomo... Lindun......? Is that your name? Little Snake, 」

Having long since bid farewell to those amiable Executors, Shinjou Akane's living‑room windowsill remained an excellent vantage point, from which she could see the two monsters facing off, and even hear the electronic banners tugged by countless drones, as well as the evacuation announcements.

Evacuating the urban residents near the Central District, they activated a Level B disaster response mode, and also informed the public of the identity of the more ferocious‑looking monster—since causing such a commotion could hardly be concealed, it was better to go public than to hide it, then later guide mainstream media to act, so that it would fade from public view.

That was still about future plans; at least at this moment, nearly half of the citizens of Heaven's Gate City knew the name Aomo Lindun.

「I didn't mean to find out on purpose, but wow, what a contrasting name. 」

She made her fingers into a gun shape, aligning them up and down to form a frame, as if trying to capture that distant scene, but she didn't intend to use any equipment to photograph; she simply gazed with her wine‑red eyes.

Gazing at that distant figure, her eyes held a smile.

「Well, I guess that's passing for now~」 She relaxed her hands, and with a focused separation, the girl hummed a song and swayed her body, as if she were looking at some peaceful, pleasant scene.

「But we still need to consider doing even better~! 」

Like shielding the citizens from the light, yet then an atomic breath turned the ground and buildings alike into scorched earth—pretty much the mistake a rookie hero would make, huh~

Keep it up, Little Snake.

With Morrison's comms and display both turned off, Aomo naturally wouldn't think that someone might be making sarcastic remarks.

He now lacked even a human‑specific tiny black‑box cockpit; his whole body had become like a giant beast, enjoying the expansive view from nearly a hundred meters high—even the Ace Assassin, a giant at that, was only 40 m tall, making him seem like a mere dwarf before it.

The light emitted from the opponent's hands and forehead switched in succession, but none could match the jet spewing from his mouth—a dark‑blue torrent woven with black electricity; even a blade formed from an Ultra Bracelet would waver in that scorching flood.

His massive, heavy frame made the ground tremble with each step; his huge blood‑red eyes were filled with shadows of black current, and though his limbs should have been short and slender, they were covered in ferocious, bloody claws—one swipe sent the Ace Assassin's Ultra Bracelet flying.

The next claw followed immediately, entwined with roaring electricity and bloody light, and viciously stabbed into the Ace Assassin's body!

【Ican'tseewhatitis】

He looked at the image he had created, full of bewilderment, just as two members of the Safety Bureau were now hearing those lyrics.

【Caesar Belia's Claw】

【Icanfeelinsidemyself】

When he used this power, such knowledge flashed through his mind, and he could feel an inner abnormality.

The power constantly surged, filling his whole body, yet Aomo could not see his own human form at all, nor could he see his body continually being overgrown with scales.

The only thing he could feel was the pain and emptiness that accompanied the power.

Even venting the power couldn't alleviate it; he only felt a twisted void appearing in his chest, with no intention of filling it.

On the contrary, something was seeping out from within that void.

Thoughts of what to destroy kept arising, the urge to crush things kept growing, and the cerebral crystal was utterly useless at this moment—as if none of this were an external will invading him, but rather a part deep inside himself.

He did not intervene immediately; instead, he let it develop and observed the change.

That Mataal, and Caroline opposite him—were they the same?

Immersed in the black vortex, relying solely on instinct, he let the desire to unleash power run free; then... that desire naturally revealed the essence of the power.

Whatever Thysm, atomic breath, tail‑swing heavy energy, tail drill, Caesar Hell Claw... as these terms flashed through his mind, the beast had already unleashed them, its emotionless blood‑red eyes fixed on the Ace Assassin.

Watching its resistance, he also watched its posture gradually shift from battle cries and roars to wails and terror.

It shouldn't be... a super beast ought to have no sense of pain...... it ought to have no fear......

He questioned it instinctively, but seeing the opponent's grotesque state, his heart was instead moved.

From that moment, a clear, cold light suddenly pierced the darkness, shining upon his head.

It brought no improvement to his condition; it was merely a moonlight, reflecting only Aomo's own inner self.

At this very moment, his heart held no warmth, yet a spontaneous sense of joy arose naturally.

He understood how to define the essence of that emotion.

Sadism—is that part of the so‑called beast nature?

Aomo now had an experience as if his soul were being split apart.

On one hand he continually observed everything; on the other hand he also felt everything.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was utterly brutal and ferocious, not like a human but more like a complete monster; yet such a monster would, when the Ace Killer feinted and fired a beam at the retreating humans in the distance, and also when it lashed its tail and took a hard bite, causing its tail to become tattered and ragged, revealing bone faintly—a miserable sight.

When making that decision, the observing part truly merged with the feeling part, Aomo.

Bestiality, truly ridiculous.

The so-called beast nature is usually described by comparing it to wild beasts.

However, neither Belial Ultraman nor Mecha Godzilla is anywhere near the concept of a wild beast.

Some possess only extreme evil and brutality, as well as the inorganic cold-bloodedness imparted by a destructive directive.

Just like the present icy cold, it is also an intangible fervor akin to hypothermia.

But he ought to be able to control it.

Because all of this has nothing to do with bestiality; it is merely the thought he had when releasing the two powers that gave the command of action.

Crush, revenge, leave none.

Release the demon that has been silent for too long.

Just at this moment—

The steady, ferocious exoskeletal face replaced that human face in the next second.

The moon-like cold light still showered upon it, attesting to the unshakable steadiness of reason.

And the pupils of that face were exactly the opposite.

A light rose, crimson like blood.

Indigo-blue lightning burst forth from the blood.