minutes ago.
The card box had stopped shaking long ago, and Omo's eyes fell on the moment when the fragments flew together with the broken rock, and remained pitch black.
That premonition was already clear.
Narita Shiruhito's explosive skill [Shadow Break] can accelerate and even explode with monster-like power when overtaking at the final corner. At the same time, the darkness that blooms for a moment will be broken by her footsteps——
——This is common sense to Omo, who knows most of the written information about horse racing girls.
In particular, the time when Narita Shiruhito was active in the racing arena was when he first started thinking about betting on horse racing.
Of course, at that time, Omo's horse betting success rate was still very worrying, and predictions with insufficient basic information were destined to be unreliable.
Although Omer did not want to make a judgment so quickly, the schedule did not slow down at the speed of his data investigation.
When you need to make a judgment, you must make a judgment, even if you are not sure enough.
So I sent a lot.
Betting on Shiraki Narita was the main source of winning percentage at that time.
Sadly, this is nothing to be proud of.
Because it is a public fact that Narita Shirahito's performance is so outstanding, the odds can only be described as tragic - you can only earn some pocket money by betting on her to win, but many people are looking forward to her losing.
Omer did not join such a group. After all, he had just started to bet on horse racing at that time, and he still had enough respect for the players because he had longed for the figure of a horse racing girl.
Coupled with his usual cautiousness and relative conservatism, he felt that earning a little pocket money bit by bit was more stable than the surprise of suddenly winning the jackpot.
The steps should be taken step by step. Those few days in Tianmen City were the first big strides he had made in his life.
Although the trousers were untied, which made it inconvenient to see people for the time being, fortunately, they didn't pull any strings.
But then again, even though Narita Shiruhito showed a stable strength, Omo still collected a lot of information about Narita Shiruhito in order to strengthen his confidence.
Not even letting go of some short-lived tidbits.
It is difficult to tell whether those things are true or false. Even now, not much can be proven from various information over the past few years.
But only about the 'shadow', Omo can tentatively conclude what can be called a certain knowledge.
[A collection of energy constructed from negative emotions, which does not possess intelligence, but has an instinct-like stress response due to its components]
After all, it is composed of emotions, and will naturally act in accordance with those emotions themselves. The reason why they originally entangled Narita Shirahito is unknown, but Narita Shirahito's own emotions and the emotions of others who came into contact with her undoubtedly contributed to its existence. , the emotional components contained in it have been unclear.
It was very familiar, Omer was very familiar with it, as familiar as if he had returned to the examination room again.
It was also as familiar as if it belonged to the body of that giant beast.
Complex and diverse, intertwined black emotions, a collection of black emotions suppressed by will.
Narita Shiruhito...may have the same potential to control the power of monsters as him, of course, provided that she can be recognized by the Beta system.
Otherwise, he might have the potential to be a venom owner (cross out).
As for why the moment of the explosion can cause a moment of heart palpitations and even the trembling of the card box...
Omo's fingers in his trouser pocket rubbed the card box, as if feeling the cold metal texture, and seeming to soothe the silent cards.
Is that so?
he asked in his heart.
A king of water, an Ultraman killer, how fierce is your darkness and madness, why should you care about the roar of that little beast?
Having no will and only instinct is the trouble. It is as inflexible as the ancient machines.
Fortunately, it was only for a moment... I have to pay extra attention to this negative energy product... Omo thought to himself, and what he saw was the conversation between the two horse racing ladies in the distance.
Seeing that Shirita Narita turned his head to this side as if he was a little uneasy, Omo greeted Bize and David who were standing aside.
"Don't look, it's over there, let's go to the other side."
In order to avoid being suspicious in person, he even specifically said that he would wait until Shirita Narita turned around before pulling up the brim of his hat and taking a step forward.
Bize was still where he was and said angrily:
"how do you know!"
"I think they can fight, but the physical strength of the horse racing girl is not that bad!"
Many passers-by immediately cast their approval glances, but their approval was meaningless. When Pipa Chenguang stepped forward, everyone could tell that the duel was over.
The reporters in the crowd were already gearing up, ready to be the first to seize the opportunity.
Bize was walking on the road without paying attention and wanted to look back. When he turned around, he saw that David and Omo had already walked far away, and he had to quickly follow them.
After following him, he started trying to persuade him to turn back:
"I said David would just follow you and just go away. Don't you want to seize the opportunity to strike up a conversation? Didn't you receive an invitation from Teresin? I heard that Shirita Narita doesn't have many people at Teresin College. See, he’s been here and there all day long.”
"Is this necessary? Especially in such a bad environment."
Omo's eyes were full of surprise and pity: "If you want to be in the gossip newspaper, I can cheer you up and help you."
"Then forget it," Bize shrank his head, "But what do you want us to see?"
"look at this."
Omer said, and a menu appeared in the air with his finger. Then he clicked with his fingers, and a flying knife with light flow appeared in the air. He held it in his hand, rotated smoothly, and swung it in his hand. Turned into a silver light.
Straight into the center of the target fifteen meters away.
"..."x2.
This move directly silenced Bize and David.
But the latter exclaimed in less than three seconds: "Awesome! Do you still have this skill?!"
As he spoke, the distant target had already slid closer to the three of them along the track on the ground, almost in an instant.
The mature target will come by itself after the user projects it, allowing the user to observe the results.
The distance at this moment was enough for the three of them to observe clearly, seeing that the blade of the flying knife was completely submerged in the sisal target.
"This power..." David raised his hand and pulled out the flying knife, observing the three-inch smooth blade, and found that the flying knife was collapsing and dissipating, and a 'no authority' warning screen appeared in front of him.
This was a bit embarrassing, but when he looked at Omer with a normal expression, David patted his back cheerfully, "No wonder you said you came to be a mercenary, you are so strong?"
"Recent things."
Omo smiled and had to admit that although this kind of dragging his brothers over to show off was cliché, it did provide quite a sense of satisfaction. However, he had no intention of continuing. He just looked at the crowd in the distance and continued to step forward and pull him further. long distance.
There are still a handful of dedicated trainers in this training ground divided into several types of terrain, and Omo is also moving closer to them.
By the way, he glanced at Bize, who was still hesitant to speak: "You can ask them one by one."
"What was the first move?" Bize seemed to be waiting for his words and spoke quickly.
"Gestures set in advance are like graphic unlocking on a mobile phone. Here is the mobilization menu." Omer answered.
"What about weighing flying knives just now?" "Weighing flying knives is okay, I almost didn't understand."
Thanks to the power of 'non-existent memory', Omo was able to understand the other party's unique nouns belonging to a certain game. Bize himself also realized it later and more clearly understood what Omo had said in the chat software. The gift of being 'travelled' mentioned was indeed delivered.
"I had this accuracy before, but I could only hit within eight meters accurately, and now you see it?"
"Isn't this too much of an improvement?" Bize stared at Omo with the eyes of alien creatures, which usually appeared in scenes where Omo stared at Bize in the past.
"That's why..." At this point, Omo's voice had a dull, reverb-like glitch quality.
Bize subconsciously took two steps back, and David was about to activate the lumbar neuralgia-like chip acceleration effect the moment he stopped. He stared at the tall figure surrounded by the magic light spots that had not been completely scattered, and even heard that The second half of the sentence was gradually lengthened by his perception:
"——I need to let you see it."
"..."
It seems that I didn't lose control. Is it because I overreacted?
David quickly stopped the chip that accelerated neurotransmission and slowed down time in disguise. Looking at the tall and ferocious figure intertwined with silver and black, he tried to ask, "Omer?"
It was a tall demon that seemed to be over 2.5 meters tall even without the horns and tail.
It has silver cuticle scales with a metallic luster all over the upper body, and even the naturally folded and hanging wings, which are gathered around the body like the hem of a silver windbreaker.
But the lower body seemed to be soaked in ink, from the waist down to the heels, it was occupied by darkness.
Only the back side of the gap in the calf, which extends like a bone spur, shines with six symmetrical silver lights like breathing, just like the ferocious black crescent-like irregular crack in the chest. The condensed white flowers echo each other in the same rhythm.
The steady flickering of light and dark was like an engine nozzle containing flames.
That is the trajectory of magic.
The demonic power all over the body is gathered in the heart, and its trajectory turns into a special pattern on the chest. This strangeness also appears on the wings, the long spiked tail behind it, and the tips of the pale claws.
David and Bize didn't understand these structural details. To them, Omer just walked with them and talked. Suddenly, his whole body grew several times, a lot taller, and even his face became Completely inhuman appearance.
The face seemed to be covered with a layer of devil-style silver visor. A pair of silver horns spirally extending from both sides of the head and protruding upwards had a hollow at the end. Black flames were burning in the hollow, and its outline was like candlelight. However, it forms a perfect sharp-angled outline with the silver horn itself.
What overflows from the blood-colored eye holes is a black flame that is consistent with the tip of the sharp horn. Together with the indentation on the edge of the eye hole, it creates a visual impression like 'examination'.
"...Is there anyone in your ancestors named Sparta?"
After studying it for a long time, Bize couldn't help but come up with these words.
What's more hesitant is that Omer also understands it. In fact, he also had such an idea when he was admiring the shape in his demon form.
Moreover, this kind of human touch is too little, and even the face is closer to a demon than a human head shape. It completely belongs to the type of Dante and Vergil in the memory of the fifth generation of true demons, unlike Nero. There are also exquisite facial features that are generally consistent with humans.
But it has to be said that even Virgil's gas stove head is not as weird as his pair of corner wax operations, especially since the fire is still black.
"I'm not sure. My family expelled my father a long time ago, and they don't recognize me as a person with impure blood..." He wanted to say hybrid, which was just a biological word without any insulting meaning, but Thinking about it, I might be comforted by mentioning this word in front of these two people, so forget it.
The slender and sharp tail behind him, which was as long and sharp as a bone cone, also rose slightly and then fell down - this was probably the only characteristic that fit him in the devilish image that Omer created for himself in the online world.
But what he pinched for himself was a pure color, not the black color that spread from the waist to half, and then turned into a dense and dizzying silver moon pattern that shone slightly and rhythmically.
My thinking is distorted again...
Returning to the topic of family, Omer thought for a moment and added:
"And my adoptive father said that the devil form of my father's lineage does have this style."
Different from the simple trash fish like the traditional demon, it looks like an elite monster or even the level of the Four Heavenly Kings, but the quality is mixed.
As a vampire who had beaten Omer's relatives, the adoptive father's comments were of a person-level quality.
"So what's your state?"
After listening for a while, David's eyes changed from the initial suspicion to careful observation, and then his eyes lit up. David seemed to feel that Omer's demonization was very consistent with his aesthetics of inhuman monsters.
After looking at the shape, it was time to ask about the ability. David also understood that Omo was here to show them this, so he was naturally looking forward to it.
Then he saw a flying knife manifesting in the opponent's hand. It was probably just to be lazy and it was quite consistent with the shape generated by the previous system. He threw it directly without using any tricks, and instantly penetrated the target thirty meters away.
Then, when the two of them looked at the distance and strength that appeared on the light screen next to the target, Omo slid his claws again and connected with his fingertips.
A long sword condensed with brilliance was held in his hand and thrust out fiercely. It penetrated another large target at the same distance with an even more ferocious momentum. The light screen that popped up directly showed its speed and strength.
This action was too quick, and neither of them had reacted yet. Their cheeks and hair were still being blown by the strong wind, and Omo's hand was originally a reunion of brilliance, as if he was about to perform some kind of magic.
After all, he can't keep throwing things away. It's like hitting a big lobster at level 10, hitting an armored lobster at level 20, and hitting big wings at level 30 to change the color of the lobster.
But when the magic circle was initially sketched, it was suddenly shaken away by him, and he stretched out his arms that fortunately had no bone spurs to embrace the two of them.
At that moment, the wings stretched out, and blazing silver light burst out from the gaps in the scales behind him, distorting the air and bringing about strong thrust.
Before being surrounded by a group of reporters, the devil stood up from the ground with two people shouting in horror and excitement, leaving several eager flashes behind.
Omer once commented that it was a pity that his transformation into a demon did not have any special abilities except for the upper limit of the blue bar.
This is indeed true, but the improvement in strength, speed, and reaction ability this form provides is beyond the level of a beast.
Just like his original comment that was close to complaining:
Very Showa reformed people.
