Chapter 857: and the translation of the chapter title

NO. 226: I I I I I I……

「Mifeilas, what do you mean by also passing on the news of Ultraman Ace? 」

「Even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses full strength; this is one of the proverbs I like, Your Excellency the Alliance Leader. 」

「To make the prey rush into the trap impatiently, we must set up bait that will cause the opponent to drop its guard; of course, since our target is two Ultraman warriors and we have the army before us, our angle must also change. 」

「Oh? 」

「It's not about making the prey drop its guard, but about making it drop its rationality. 」

「For the hot-blooded young warrior, and for that experienced but still unruly brave one, the crisis of their own kin is the best stimulus that can throw them into confusion. 」

「Good, good, good, that reminds me of the time I disguised myself as Ultraman's mother to trick Ultraman Sai Luo, and then I turned his right hand into a bronze statue, unfortunately...... 」

Unfortunately, after that he figured it out, gave you a beating and even shot you dead with a beam, right?

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Although he cursed in his heart, Aomo still slightly nodded: "With our current strength, there's no need for you to take such risks again."

「Yeah, this scene is really beautiful, isn't it? 」

He raised his hand to indicate the huge army before him, and the Hipporite himself was quite intoxicated by it.

And Aomo, still using his ten fingers to spread his vast hands, was swiftly sending messages on the electronic screen.

With Mifeilas's data manipulation skills, it was actually easy for him to send a message to Sai Luo.

He could even tamper with it face-to-face, making what he sent one set and what the Hipporite saw another—taking advantage of the opponent's lack of professional network skills.

But he didn't do that.

Because he didn't need to conceal the fact that he possessed certain Ultraman contact information.

This wouldn't cause the Mifeilas's character to go OOC; it would only increase suspicion of the 'Aomo Lindun' component—and Aomo actually didn't care about that.

After all, he had known from the start what kind of fellow the leader of the Space Merchant Alliance was.

From Abulu's oral account, then to actual contact observation and probing, Aomo could easily conclude—although Shata'er's decisions in some fields were very hasty, his temperament as changeable as a child's, yet his preparation in pursuing his goal was always wholehearted.

As for that, just from his constant visits to inspect the areas managed by each department's planners, it looked like he was busier than his former self yesterday, which shows it.

The Hipporite who used to love bragging about going underwater in "Super Sai Luo Fight" has now undergone an unmistakable change; he unquestionably throws himself into the great undertaking of "remaking His Majesty," just like other subordinates of Belial, showing admirable loyalty.

To be frank, Aomo doesn't really understand Belial's charm as a leader.

Not understanding how he makes his subordinates utterly loyal, even to the point of being extremists who feel no regret even when abandoned.

Leaving aside whether this is leadership charm or some workplace PUA technique, the fact is that Belial's subordinates have a bunch of die-hards, always contributing to his cause in near-frenzied fashion.

Even if he died, it's the same.

By this point, it's rather like some kind of religion.

Fanatical believers firmly believe that 'God' will be resurrected and are willing to push the process forward; moreover, because of that fervor, Shata'er actually doesn't care who Aomo is.

Whether it's a genuine Mifeilas, or Aomo Lindun, or some entity related to Aomo Lindun—these possibilities don't matter.

This Hipporite only cares about what this thing resembling a Mifeilas before him can bring him.

Aomo brought him two lives (crossed out), bringing him two forms of support.

Nominally having ties with the URA Association, and also indeed being a Mifeilas endorsed as a supporter, he will gain the network resources to more smoothly accomplish "legal stationing at the Saichang".

Meanwhile, the Mifeilas will also tell him information about Ultraman Sai Luo and Ultraman Jie De—their whereabouts, and even be able to lure them out so he can choose his own ambush site.

By this point, even if the entity behind him doesn't express that approval, he still finds the other party very pleasing to the eye.

Pleasing to the point that it feels like he's seeing again an old comrade he used to dislike—before he always disliked him, but now he truly hopes that the "Magic Ledger Slan" will appear.

After all... ambushing Ultraman Sai Luo, this familiar task was back then handled by that Mifeilas colleague.

But unfortunately, he probably really doesn't have his own luck.

The Hibertilian who was annihilated by the Space Patrol in the Inparc crisis of that year, yet managed to be reborn in this world, firmly believes in the mission he bears.

Years of enduring hardship and bearing burdens were all for the arrival of a certain moment.

Without reason or omen, he seemingly waited in vain for that moment when he could again serve His Majesty loyally, never revealing it to others.

But the world did not betray his trust.

Nor did it disappoint his expectations.

The appearance of the necromancer mage Lebbertus brought him the sound of heaven's mandate.

And now he is willing to turn all his past wealth and resources into military preparations.

Right before his eyes.

This vast territory opened up by ships in another dimension, and the various monsters standing in it, form a dense expanse that seems endless, with numbers even gradually increasing—various graveyards and factories are conducting force allocation, piling the successively completed frontline forces onto this armory field.

Although the vast majority of these stem from the operational resources of alien allies, it is he who incites and leads them.

He himself, the "Hell's Shata'er," has already accomplished what the other four heavenly kings could not!

With such a monster army and countless Leonixes commanding monsters, what worry is there about not being able to press down Sai Luo and Jie De?

What blocks the road is no longer Ultraman's power, but the power of the Holy Terra Federation.

Even if he has billions of monster combat strength, most of those monsters aren't high-end combat power in his view, and they're still far lacking.

That is not enough to challenge the Federation's fleets and powerful ascendants.

The whole force lacks a commander as strong as His Majesty; the strongest fighter turns out to be Lebbertus, who currently only handles reviving monsters everywhere—precisely why it's urgent to capture those two Ultraman warriors!

He wants to remake His Majesty, using Leonix's power as a stepping stone, to reappear the Leonix within Ultraman.

At the same time he has prepared the power of darkness—the former His Majesty, under the influence of the dark cosmic emperor Ampela's dark power during the Ultraman Great War, thus developed a desire for the plasma spark tower's power, and consequently fell to become an evil Ultraman.

Although the Hibertilians scoff at such a record, feeling that His Majesty, being purely so, is innately evil and needs no credit from Ampela.

But he cannot deny that merely becoming an Ultraman Leonix, like a human transformed by a Moduka, carries great risk of rebellion.

You also have to add a fall/darkening segment, right!

So in this regard of immersing in dark power, he also prepared an extra surprise—the black mist used to seal Ultraman Ace's prison cell, blocking all detection, is itself part of that surprise.

To ensure the complete shaping of a body most suitable for Your Majesty.

To become the most special Leonix, and even the strongest Leonix!

Just thinking about that future made him even more eager.

He only resented that time passed so slowly, and the agreed-upon time for action with Mophilas had not yet arrived.

And that Mophilas……

That Mophilas, although suitable, but not an Ultraman, which he wasn't eager to discard, still stood together with the other Leonix.

He waved the phone‑shaped device in his hand at the frontmost training monster of the monster army.

That is the initial version of the Battle Nizer.

The Leonix‑exclusive battle device, issued by the Rayblondo Alien spirit, has the ability to command and store monsters, and can even let monsters stay inside to heal their wounds.

——The Kingdom of Light has a similar invention called the Monster Capsule, which differs only in that it cannot command monsters.

Of course, even the 'monster‑control' function merely provides a clearer communication bridge—when your monster is truly feral and uncontrollable, the battle device can't serve as a hypnosis app.

But worth noting is that the battle device can be upgraded, akin to the evolution gear in battle‑royale games, improving with each victory.

After upgrading, the battle device can store more monsters and can grant monsters an awakening sleep system— as the number of battles and the time spent stored in the device increase, the boost in combat power becomes increasingly noticeable.

Besides these, there are also the Gigaton Combat Gauge and the Crimson Steel Combat Gauge, which a certain father‑son pair uses exclusively for smashing people—developed by the Kuxians, not issued as a long‑staff battle device by the Rayblondo Alien spirit.

The former is also a super‑sized monster house for monsters, capable of housing a hundred monster households.

The latter can strengthen the wielder's righteous spiritual energy, drawing out their inherent power to the fullest, belonging to a potential‑awakening enhancer, each with its own merits.

Having said that, most members of the alliance still wield the initial phone‑shaped model, while a minority, either awakened to a fighting spirit or secretly grinding due to internal strife, possess an upgraded version resembling the Rayblondo Alien's brain‑shaped design.

As for Aomo Lindun, or rather, what Mophilas holds in hand, it is naturally also the initial model.

Even though it was personally distributed by the Alliance Leader, that doesn't change the fact that it's a small phone‑shaped model.

Held in his already large palm, it's like an adult playing with a child's toy—yet he still can't figure it out!

The two accelerated monsters before him, Red King and Dimaiga, were like someone who'd drunk too much and couldn't walk straight—trembling and swaying as they moved.

The Hippolytian couldn't help but laugh: "Mophilas, do you need guidance?"

"I still have my own self‑esteem, Alliance Leader; please go elsewhere to pass the time."

Expressionless, Mophilas said this while raising the fist gripping the battle device, much like an immersed player would turn their head with the screen's direction, swaying in midair as if trying to drag the monster remotely.

"All right, all right, I'll come find you two minutes before the action—first ask that ally over there for help; his name is Dansri."

The Hippolytian said this, patting the shoulder of the Betel Star Person standing beside Aomo.

"See you later."

"See you later." Mophilas still didn't turn back.

But the monsters kept swaying, leaving the Betel Star Person beside them helpless: "In this state, they can't be of any use in battle……"

After glancing at the departing Hippolytian, the Betel Star Person turned back: "Mophilas President, haven't you become a Leonix?"

"That's not possible." Mophilas replied calmly.

"Then you're just too rational," the Betel Star Person who didn't continue questioning shrugged, "actually, this sort of thing has happened in the alliance before."

"The proportion of Leonix who can't control their monsters may be low, but when applied to the total numbers, it actually amounts to quite a few."

"What do you mean?" Mophilas asked without turning back, giving the impression of wanting to preserve dignity, not wanting to accept others' pity or mockery.

"Leonix are a naturally warlike species; no matter how gentle their former selves, upon becoming a Leonix they gain a berserk mode that enhances combat power, and once angered or provoked they may go berserk." the Betel Star Person explained.

"Their warlike nature is precisely the bridge for communicating with monsters; suppressing the fighting spirit instead prevents syncing with them."

"But this berserk state is also a hassle; I really wish we could somehow remove that Rayblondo gene." he muttered under his breath, then looked again at the two monsters before Aomo.

Frankly, the usual inability to sync is merely the monster ignoring commands, or the monster outright raging and resisting commands.

This state of seeming to obey yet moving awkwardly is truly rare…… Although he suspected that Mr. Aomo hadn't become a Leonix, if that were truly the case, he probably shouldn't be able to drive these two monsters at all.

Moreover, he couldn't think of a way to avoid the Alliance Leader's refusal to become a Leonix.

But it's precisely because I didn't suppress them that they ended up like this…… Aomo looked at the two monsters, frightened and unable to walk, feeling somewhat helpless.

After using monster cards so many times, I hadn't seen a living biological monster in ages; trying to communicate directly with psychic energy ended up frightening them like this……

Should I say it's no wonder they're the accelerated ones……

For those Leonix, controlling them is as easy as tricking a child, but for me…… it's really a hassle.

"…Let me try another approach."

The Mophilas Alien sighed, switched the battle device to his left hand, then raised his right hand.

The palm's split segments opened slightly on the inside, while the outside—also a blind spot in the surrounding aliens' field of view—had the five fingers forming a subtle gesture, resembling the pincer of a Baltan Alien.

The next second, there was also a faint, electricity‑like murmur that was hard to hear clearly.

A V‑shaped purple crystal eye flashed a weak red light from between the fingertips at that instant.

"Oh! Isn't that controlling them quite well?"

""

Watching the monsters already begin to step in sync and bump fists, the Betel Star Person marveled at the progress, then turned toward the silent Mophilas and couldn't help but pat his arm.

"Won't you say something?"

""

"You really do stick to elegance to the end, Mophilas President."