Chapter 763: NO.132: No matter the technique, first increase strength

NO. 132: No matter the technique, first increase strength.

Darkgone/Darkgone

Not only is he a descendant of Enjigona, but more noteworthy is his identity—a strategic cadre of the Belial Galactic Empire.

He bears the title of Dark Strategist.

If Belial were a king, then his position would undoubtedly be that of prime minister.

But he should also be a prime minister long overdue to be forgotten.

To Sai Luo, he should have been wiped out by the Iron Warrior Janbert decades ago, and his place of death was in that overly distant universe.

That is the distance of countless cosmic bubbles from the Land of Light, and here, moreover, is another world that has only reached a transfer agreement with the Land of Light.

Even though death and rebirth in the cosmic events known to Sai Luo are not exactly strange.

The Aliens can stir up trouble wave after wave with resentment; Belial also caused plenty of mischief before being defeated by Jie De, and later could be pulled out by a certain little golden figure in a version where "back then I was still fair".

What's more, their world even has a Monster Graveyard.

This place lacks even a gravekeeper, with heaps of monster souls drifting about, and it also produces all sorts of oddities.

Yet being resurrected all the way here from such a distant death… Sai Luo thinks it impossible no matter how he considers it.

Perhaps, as Lin Dun said, if we regard Darkgone as a population, then there's nothing strange about it… He would naturally deem this possibility more plausible.

But Aomo would not.

Although he raised the population theory as a possibility, it was actually just used to placate Sai Luo—after all, that guy at the time was all "Impossible, absolutely impossible!".

One can only say that the transmigrants' thinking is indeed not broad enough… He couldn't help sighing like that.

Although the universes are far apart, what of it?

Countless cosmic bubbles are encompassed within the same world's scope; even Lipiya from other worlds can cross over, and even fragments of Sukna Ghost's weapons can be obtained—let alone the origins of Penguin Logistics and Ms. Xiaomei's group.

What can mere distance within a single world amount to?

Even their resurrection wasn't out of their own will, but was exploited by some other transmigrator—this possibility isn't nonexistent.

Aomo's idea is exactly such wild imagination, because this world does possess such possibility.

But so many possibilities also mean too many options to eliminate.

Before being able to disprove them, the weight of these possibilities is equal; even the seemingly most likely population theory has never had evidence proving Darkgone is a population.

Even among the richly versioned Ultraman series circulating in the transmigrant communities, Darkgone appears only in the Belial Galactic Empire, and is merely mentioned in the special chapters of Sai Luo Ultraman THE CHRONICLE and Zeta Ultraman.

Of course, from the creators' perspective, this corresponding villain made to match the "renewal of old tokusatsu heroes" is merely a one‑off nostalgia.

Play it once, restore the original fate, shape the character, and there's no need to show up again.

Being able to let Crimson Flame, Mirror Knight, and the Jan brothers—these "work hybrids"—take up permanent residence is already precious; how could we expect this hybrid "add‑on" to return to the stage?

So it's not strange that he is actually an independent entity.

But this way of understanding is overly one‑sided; no matter the original design intent, at least the character he now knows is alive—so we must start from a more practical angle.

——Why not just ask Phyllis, that old archivist?

Unfortunately, Aomo wasn't in a good position to call Phyllis at the time.

After all, he and Sai Luo were both in the Mirror World.

The Mazaras aliens can use mirrors as a medium to freely move between the real world and otherdimensional realms; in that mirror world there are endless deserts and lakes, etc., where creatures like crows and flowers live—this is not the same set as the neighboring Kamen Rider.

Although it's already a small world, it's isolated from the outside—no phone signal, no internet.

But that's fine.

Treating it as a fact and making two‑handed preparations has always been one of Aomo's habits.

This likewise stems from his habitually cautious and conservative style—once he confirms the other's existence, he unconsciously considers the worst‑case scenario.

What is the worst‑case scenario?

It is the true Dark Strategist, the artificial Belial is real, and at the same time the other side is waiting for the investigator to arrive.

Especially the one called Sai Luo, or perhaps also hearing of the one called Jie De.

Thus, at this very moment——

First, darkness descends.

Already in the dim weather of a typhoon, a slight tweak to the original dark clouds makes the sky even darker—especially since Darkgone, by obviously enlarging itself, broke through the ceiling, rendering the indoor lighting's effect useless as it flickers on and off.

Next comes the power of the Rainbow Snake God—legend says it can bring blessed rain, the purifying Nigika Jiaqi can form rain clouds by inhaling the atmosphere to sharply lower air pressure; this ability is naturally controllable, and the Rainbow Snake God can make it rain wherever it wishes.

Want low pressure somewhere? It can make the pressure there absurdly low.

A sudden drop in pressure not only makes the air flee, but also compresses the nerves, reduces lung ventilation, causing chest tightness, shortness of breath, even fainting.

This is a non‑selective AOE; whether Twin Wolves, Fallen Angels, or those aliens, they'll all lose their footing in this sudden bodily discomfort.

But there also exist beings that don't rely on air and already wear space suits—they instead become the beneficiaries of this moment.

Yet that doesn't matter, for they'll still be startled by their companions collapsing and the opponent's odd state, gaining a moment to assess the situation—while those two huge shadows shield the small figure, they waste not a single second.

From the instant reflected in that shattered glass.

"Are you still conscious! Follow me!"

Although taking the form of an "Iga Chestnut Person," there's no doubt it's Sai Luo expressing—indeed surpassing—the other's physique through borrowed body, letting him move as fast as lightning, shouting and questioning without needing to wait for a reply.

When the sound arrived, the Twin Wolves near the door had already been hoisted onto his shoulders.

At the same time the jolt underfoot didn't stop him from leaping up and heading straight for the nearby shattered glass.

At that moment, behind him loomed a huge iron beast suspended in mid‑air, raising its head toward a corner of the building's side.

The so‑called million‑super‑vibration‑wave emission horn, together with the two horns on either side of its head, had their dark‑red patterns flooded and covered by purplish‑red dangerous light.

Its mechanical super‑vibration‑wave, surpassing Gomora's super shockwave, in the form of a beam, further shakes the building itself.

"What's going on! Why is Your Majesty's weapon attacking me!"

And the Darkgone shouting in incomprehension is facing the dual cannon muzzle of the Belial Galactic Empire's machine soldier Reginald.

This shout seemed to directly boost the credibility of some possibility, but it didn't hinder Aomo, who was observing the battle situation in the mirror, from issuing the order to fire.

Originally created by the Galactic Emperor Kaisa Belia, using the Emelana ore from the planet Aisemuruda, these robot soldiers had drills as their land‑combat weapons and cannons as their space‑combat weapons.

As mechanical constructs, they can naturally be modified at will, and the Dada Star People once produced a remodeled version that brought shame to the creation of Sai Luo.

Therefore, during the cooling period after the dual cannons fired in volleys, Reginald directly discarded his hand cannon, and at the same time, the 44‑meter‑tall Mechanical Gomora had already crashed onto the forested ground.

It gazed up at the hundred‑meter‑tall building, and the mechanical claw that had suddenly ejected from its wrist swept straight toward the Hei'an Gona that was trying to seize the opportunity to counterattack.

"Damn it! Who the hell is it?!"

The Mechanical Gomora's mechanical fist‑chain impact was not weak; the Hei'an Gona, which was never good at close combat, could only retract its attack in an angry roar, and even planned to sneak into the area filled with shadows everywhere.

But before that, something rather cold pressed against its back.

It was a pair of huge, elongated shotguns.

The huge shells burst through the smoke, tracing a freehand arc; at the instant they exploded, a thunderstorm accompanied by rain split the Hei'an darkness.

It reflected the icy, sharp V‑shaped outline.

"Faster than expected……"

In the shattered mirror, the youth with dark‑red eyes watched the figure being swept away by the giant Baltan; the black slit there exactly joined with the crack in the mirror, and the winding outline down to the pants resembled a dragon‑snake.

"You won't even give me a chance to fire a single shot—how stingy."