Chapter 627: NO. 208: Truly Professional and Efficient

NO. 208: Truly Professional and Efficient

Lost……

「…Ha…ha…ha…Zhi…Zhiji classmate, I……」

The brown-haired girl who had won again stepped forward, panting as if eager to say something, but Aimu Zhiji heard nothing.

The sound in her ears buzzed.

The taste in her mouth hinted at iron rust.

She instinctively bowed, curling her body, because a sudden severe abdominal pain struck.

And while the other person nervously stepped forward, their hands having nowhere to go and their stammering mouth trying to express concern for her, her mind still held the thought from just a moment ago.

……I lost.

The advantage of the golden ten steps in the opening, the gradually matching speed in the middle, and overtaking my own final step in the end……

Cannot understand……

Myself, accustomed to the chasing horse running method, actually lost to the ahead Narita Lu classmate in the final stretch……

What on earth is going on?

Why?

All I could see with my head bowed was slightly curled grass; the artificial luster that should have been verdant was speckled with mud.

Is it because I didn't train enough?

Is it because I didn't put in enough effort?

She slightly closed her eyes, using darkness to blend the black patches flooding her retina from cerebral congestion, yet she seemed to see her own perpetually strict training.

On what basis?

The Satsuki Sho taken by others, the Jidong Derby seized by the opponent… even the remaining Kikuka Sho I missed due to poor health……

It's like this pain, as if my stomach were about to burst.

It flared up suddenly, and even if treatment went smoothly it still delayed the match.

It brought regret, it brought numbness, forcing her to pin her hopes on next year, that is, the end of this year……

"Sister…"

——!

She suddenly opened her eyes.

A pair of legs, a pair of legs nearly mirroring her own, existed in her opened field of vision, then vanished.

……No…sorry.

Suddenly, at the lips surging with a metallic taste, there was a bitter saltiness.

……I am utterly unworthy…to be your sister.

The tumultuous, tangled mind on the racecourse now, at this moment, all turned into the bitterness of regret and unwillingness.

Surging, swelling, when the body could no longer bear it, it rose and floated!

"This is……"

Once again witnessing that familiar black trace, Narita Lu widened her eyes, instinctively reaching to pull Aimu Zhiji, only to be met by countless black mists gathering and condensing toward her.

It was like some living creature, about to swallow her whole; then, more substantively, like mud surging, the shadow had already split into two in Narita Bai Ren's high leap downward.

One rose from beneath her feet to serve as a buffer; the other thrust into the black mist, dividing a 'clear' road space, pointing straight at Narita Lu and the already unconscious Aimu Zhiji.

"Bai Ren senior!"

"Hold her, I'll take you both away!"

"Okay!"

Narita Bai Ren, who ranked among the top ten handsome guys in the Tresen Horse Girl selection, when serious, possesses the steadfast composure of a 17-year-old who went abroad to beat vampires.

Almost immediately, it let the out-of-it Narita Lu find her backbone.

No matter what appeared or happened before her eyes, she would first follow the senior's guidance—just as she was thinking that, the next second after sprinting Narita Bai Ren swiftly broke free of the black mist encirclement, she altogether let out a wah and jumped in fright.

What huge, completely dark red eyes!

So many of these eyes!

These appeared all over the monster warrior, tens of meters tall at a glance, from feet to joints, to the backs of hands, even chest and shoulders—everywhere such eyes, even considering symmetry, except the upright one on the chest.

That chest eye, distorted by a strange arc into resembling a vertical narrow eye, was fixedly staring down at the black mist below.

These eyes look as if they have their own independent self.

A pair on the shoulder armor, like the chest pair, gazing at the black mist; two pairs at the knee and elbow joints looking toward the four surrounding directions; and a pair of eyeballs on the boot's shell-like sharp greaves—directly staring at us.

Even they rotate as we move.

Uh uh uh……

Even Narita Lu, who isn't afraid of ghosts, felt a bit creeped out being stared at like that.

Rather, it's already beyond the level of a ghost—this is utterly a terrifying monster!

At that very moment, the senior Bai Ren who had grabbed my arm nearby could shout loudly at the monster: "I've brought the people out! What are you waiting for!"

Indeed worthy of Bai Ren senior! Narita Lu couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration in her heart.

Although she could also see that the fearsome-looking giant warrior seemed hostile neither, its topmost eyes, high and indistinct, appeared not to be looking this way, merely waiting for something.

But facing the blood-red giant eye the size of a small warehouse before her, she still felt her legs go weak.

But she didn't know that the senior she admired was actually most afraid of ghost stories.

But now, on the contrary, because the 【Demon King Ghost Eye】 looks too monstrous, lacking enough 'ghost' element, it failed to trigger Narita Bai Ren's 'coward' switch.

Quite the opposite……

The appearance of the demon king fused beast ghost eye still has the base of a demon and ghost warrior; its own warrior armor is also made by replacing the demon's scale armor material, while simultaneously twisting the original deer helmet light armor style into something more ferocious and sharp.

It has a bit of Nioh 2's style.

——In that case, ah, this Narita person, she just likes this!

In a situation where she didn't need to help, Narita Hakujin would surely have pulled out her phone to take a picture—although this way, she could instead experience the 'ghost' element of the ghost's purpose.

The Eye Q, whose essence is nothing, joins; the pure resentful spirit's ghost-loving material body; plus constantly drawing energy to charge the card—resulting in Aomo Lindun, whose card grows ever darker, performing the remodeling element.

Ordinary tech products aimed at this resentment-filled posture will only produce spirit photos with strong randomness.

Various postures, various art styles of sanity-draining big-eye lakes fill the screen, as well as various ways of death, various death appearances of twisted spirits—you might as well try a lottery.

Maybe there's a 0.6% chance to draw a normal photo of the ghost's purpose.

But in the end, they didn't do that.

Compared to personal aesthetic preferences, she, who prioritizes the safety of the junior girls, has already considered taking Aimu Zhiji to the infirmary.

The latter's previous state of discharging large amounts of negative energy makes her suspect a hidden physical issue just by looking at it.

And the eyeball before the terrifying giant mouth of the evil-ghost-state carapace on its legs also seemed to see what she was thinking; in a slight turn, it cancelled its gaze on the three horse girls: 'Take them away, I wait for the instant when it becomes and yet does not become.'

"Huh, this sound?"

Although the sunken urn has become much heavier, seeming to be wearing a helmet and having undergone electrical treatment, but Narita Lu still remembers this is the voice of the Lindon trainer.

After all, the Lindon trainer was originally in the stands; now, having relaxed a bit, Narita Lu still wonders where that trainer went.

Surely they weren't scared into fleeing by this monster? That would be too lame.

But even if they didn't flee, turning into this appearance is still too abrupt!

Although I heard they mastered some monster-related source energy, but does this even count as a monster?!

Narita Lu was still hesitating to speak when Narita Hakujin suddenly lifted her and Aimu Zhiji up in his arms.

"Hold on." Hakujin said coolly, immediately giving Narita Lu a jolt.

When it comes to saving lives, she never wastes time; upon getting a response that doesn't require her to stay, she immediately acts.

Leaving behind the 51-meter-tall evil-ghost warrior standing before the training field, gazing at the host-less entity that begins to spontaneously gather, seeking to form a similarly massive outline of negative energy.

Next, he silently raised his arms, which had virtually no friction with the air, almost like nothing.

His crossed arms, from the dark-red eyes spreading across the backs of his hands, shot out bone-joint-like wrist blades.

Immediately, in the crossing of arm to arm, back to back, they rubbed together, producing some sparks.

This is his familiarity with the weapon's feel.

This set of linkage is still his first use, a pure, entirely new splice, with no experience from tokusatsu dramas to reference, so he has to figure it out himself.

But he didn't expect that the thing he thought feasible would have a pre-recorded audio.

That is obviously the feedback sound from Chazuo's chant, and even its name has been decided.

Registered name: 【Erlk? nigKigan】/Demon King Ghost Eye; it's unclear whose handiwork this is, but such pre-assembled data definitely comes from Akane's technical calculations.

He didn't even greet himself—was he trying to give a surprise?

That really is quite a surprise.

Clearly, when poking the card, he was mentally prepared to hear 【error】.

After all, not every monster card can form a linkage, and the recorded linkage formulas are the results of exploration by predecessors like Fukui Deke and Cyreblo, etc. (x).

Just the nature of Eye Q and the nature of ghost-love both show plasticity; plus his own foundation, at least lets him believe this linkage can theoretically be assembled.

Now that it's assembled, he still needs to specially pull out memory files, temporarily cramming to enter a drill state.

Wrist blades as a weapon are still quite rare; in my impression, only in the ancient xianya game Dongyan does a certain neither-enemy-nor-ally final boss-level character use them relatively famously.

He himself, although he also touched them under his foster father's demand, but that's just touching.

Can't say he's skilled at it.

But if it's this kind of structure…

He pondered, recalling… perhaps applying the usage of duckweed crutch's close-arm technique.

And even while thinking of these, his eleven eyes all over his body, including his head, all stared at the bulging, coalescing negative energy with a liquid-like feel.

Becoming yet not becoming—this is a very tricky state.

The negative energy tends toward unity, but hasn't yet become a physical entity, so it's hard to attack physically.

But it's very easy to absorb.

If it were earlier, the negative energy would be too dispersed, relying on Eye Q's absorption to gather would be very inefficient.

If it were later, the negative-energy monster would already have formed, thick-skinned and sturdy, and might even absorb the school's stray negative energy to strengthen itself.

Although now the whole school's attention is at the press conference, far from the gym's training field, there won't be any horse girls or trainers.

But a fifty-meter-tall giant is still very conspicuous.

Even if the gym could see it, but the easiest place to see it here is still the university department.

Fortunately, the university department includes the student council and the chairman's office, which are surely also at the press conference, so only someone like Narita Hakujin, an exception, could be absent.

Aomo didn't plan to be watched, nor did he want the situation to turn into a battle requiring attention to footing, nor did he want to steal the URA news headline—which he probably couldn't anyway.

Even if you stir up monster fights in Central Treisen, you couldn't possibly steal the limelight from the reform of the horse girl races.

Then the answer is only one.

Instant kill!

Thus, at this moment, he feels his eleven eyes with different fields of vision jointly gazing at one place's strange state; the overly rich information makes him feel each second slightly prolonged, enabling him to more precisely grasp the instant the monster's outline forms.

Swish!

At this moment, the ghost eye switches to non-corporeal.

At 0.4 seconds, the ultra-high speed from ghost-love attaches the dual blades to Eye Q's purplish-red energy absorption.

At 1 second, the dual blades cross, retract downward, dash and twist the body, the blades retrieve, repeating thus.

I would call it the Super Ultimate Martial God Sovereign Slash.

Even when old, one can still be called super ⑨ (x).

The blade light under high super speed surged like a tide, sealing every earth energy node.

At 1.5 seconds, the twisted moon eye at the chest like a vortex, with surging suction, swallowed the negative energy that had been sliced into hundreds of pieces.

At 2 seconds, amidst the countless residual blade lights in vision, the black mass was swept clean by that ferocious, ominous giant warrior.

At 2.5 seconds, that giant warrior disappeared.

Those who rushed to the scene—the horse girls and staff—could only see an empty training field, the system having entered standby mode, with not even a giant footprint left on the ground.

Work's done!