"It's a big misunderstanding. How does my brother look like Jagula?" Bize argued for his brother, and then muttered in a low voice, "You said he looks like the Spartan family."
"I guess he was talking about the situation at the scene." Omo once again had the opportunity to look at the black-haired man in front of him more carefully.
He has an oriental face, but he has amazing strength and speed. He has a posture that is obviously that of a warrior, but he does not have the integrity that is imprinted in his bones like a soldier.
As a lone warrior, his power cannot be found in the known source energy system, but he feels a warmth that is familiar yet subconsciously repulsive.
Like...light?
Omer frowned slightly, put his hand in his pocket, and held down the more violent cards, especially the Ace Killer in the middle layer of the card box.
There is a ridiculous speculation floating in my mind.
And what followed that speculation was a little excitement.
Although he loves monsters, it doesn't mean he hates Ultraman as the protagonist.
People's yearning for heroes has a long history and can be traced back to an even more ancient past.
Who has never longed for the light that can save them as children? Even after they gradually realize the reality as they grow up and realize that only they can change their immediate relationships, most of them will not lose their longing for "light".
Whether it is incarnated by oneself or by others, altruism that is willing to contribute has its own charm that gathers people's hearts.
But guesses are just guesses, and Omo will not be thrown into confusion just because the existence he has longed for appears in front of him.
It should have been the other party who should have messed up.
"Yes, that's right, am I... in the way or disturbing something?" the man asked, looking back at the three figures still lying on the ground behind him.
Homais looked also.
Seeing the scene where two of the card users' bodies were gradually disintegrating because the card user had lost consciousness, he stepped forward, holding the briefcase he had just lifted in his hand.
He took out the portable plastic rope that mercenaries often use.
"You really hindered me from talking to him." Pulling off his dark cloak, the tear was not obvious when he was still, Omer began to tie the mage's hands under the subtle gaze of the man, and then further tied them up.
There is no professional tying technique, but there is a kind of proficiency in tying bacon.
"But it's the same thing to continue now."
While tightening the binding, he also easily pulled away the card hidden on the opponent's body and a traditional staff that was far different from the previous staff number two.
Then he turned around and picked up the katana again.
The man couldn't see clearly what switch the young man had touched, and the katana deformed again in the riot of metal on the blade, turning into a featureless black cane.
The young man suddenly turned around and asked the two girls: "Do you want the two ladies to step aside?"
he asked, as a faint light suddenly shot out from the opening above the cane, making a tiny hole in the ceiling.
"I'm afraid there may be some incestuous things to come next."
A cane that shoots lasers.
Omo also took the time to get familiar with some of the strange weapon parts in Morrison's iron coffin.
After all, given the choice, he naturally felt that the risk of using the Beta Demon Blade as a weapon was too high.
It is true that the technology of Mefilas is trustworthy, but the guys he has met recently are all guys of the same interstellar level.
Omo knew that he was not one of those people with background, and he could not beat Ultraman who was beaten by others. If the Beta Magic Blade broke in his hands, he could not expect the Frontier Lighthouse Group to provide warranty.
So this iron coffin always stays in his briefcase, and can come in handy at times like this.
Tohsaka Rin looked calmly at the cane.
"Will there be a lot of bleeding?"
She is very receptive to this kind of weapon. After all, she also has a gem sword in her hand that can only produce waves, and she has even seen some weird weapons in the clock tower.
"No, with its high temperature, it won't give the blood a chance to flow out." Omo raised his hand and brushed the straight mechanical staff with his fingers.
Although the appearance has changed dramatically, the weight has not improved much. The three girls would probably not be able to lift it, but the man beside him has another story to say.
"A very special weapon." The man, who was probably preparing his words, noticed his gaze and complimented the weapon.
"Same for you." Omo glanced at the gapped steel pipe.
This immediately made the other party choke.
"My real weapons are more dangerous."
"Is it?"
Glancing at Bize's nodding look on the side, and then considering the guess about the light, Omo wondered if this guy was still hiding some special photography resources that he hadn't shared with him.
But that shouldn't be considered right now.
"The small talk and self-introduction can be left for later," he shook his head and looked at the three people over there again, "The key point now is, are you all mentally prepared, especially you, Miss Dongshang Transformation. "
The little witch who was called out straightened her back as if reflexively, just like she did when she was called upon to speak in class: "Yes!"
"As a trainer, I do not recommend that students watch the next scene, although you may have had similar insights under the influence of your family."
A little girl with a witch as her ideal profession was raised by a veteran witch grandmother. Could she be a pure and flawless greenhouse flower... Omer would not consider this possibility.
It's like a local-born triple crown champion, a mercenary with no history of breaking the law, and a virgin Bichi. It's a setting that only comics would consider.
Dongshang Reform obviously did not have such a dreamy setting, but she still felt a little anxious when faced with Omo's words. It was hard to tell whether she was still frightened by this matter or simply nervous about facing Omo.
When Omer was still in the demonic state, the girl looked at him in a very strange way. When Bize typed to tell Omer his identity, her eyes seemed to be shining. She was probably a non-existent witch. The memory has been conceived.
Even the magic academic lectures that will be delivered in the future are confirmed to be signed by the two of them.
Naturally, she cannot face Omo rationally in this state, but she also has a companion.
Although we got along briefly, the friendship of being kidnapped together is no less than that of going to the battlefield together, and it can give rise to a sense of companionship prompted by the crisis. Aethelflae took over the words with emotion: "But we You also have the right to know, don’t you? Mr. Linton.”
"…certainly."
Unexpectedly, Tianhuo would answer the question for Dongshang Zhanzheng. After that, he saw the latter glance at Tianhuo and nod when he looked at himself again. Omo sighed and turned away simply.
"Aren't you going to stop me?" He glanced at the man aside who was still looking at Dongshang's changes.
A man who carries light on his back must have some excess kindness... Omo judged this question based on his experience in most special photography works.
"Indeed, compared to your laser, I think torture like joint techniques is more suitable." Kai nodded.
This made Omer silent for a while: "...You should keep quiet, so that I won't hold you accountable for interrupting my plan."
Joint techniques are indeed a good choice. If they are well controlled, the injuries will not reach the standard of minor injuries, and fingerprints will not be detected on the clothes.
However, in close contact such as twisting and cutting, it is easy to ignore the overall situation because the perspective is too close.
This is a big no-no when facing a spell caster.
So he looked at Bize again.
This unlucky friend who was involved was a student who had not been exposed to any dangers half a month ago. Now that he saw Omer, he looked very conscious, and was ignored by Omer.
"Hmm? Why don't you ask me?!" The unfortunate guy was very dissatisfied.
"If you have any questions, you can come to this middle- and upper-class exhibition. Don't you have made up your mind?"
Omo asked, and his hand moved even more calmly to the side - amidst the roar of the wind, the laser fired from the metal at the end of the stick went straight into the side of the man's arm that was tied behind his back, and almost instantly The man who was unconscious screamed in pain and woke up.
"What's going on? Where's No. 4!" Contestant No. 3, who fainted earlier, found himself in a predicament with his upper body tied up when he woke up, and was even concerned about the safety of No. 4.
Did he really cry to death?
"He..." Glancing at the man aside, after thinking about his performance just now and his claim that real weapons are more dangerous, Omer uttered two words, "Dead."
"I sacrificed my life to save you. Now it's up to you whether you want to waste the life that was saved."
After determining the basis of nonsense, the trap based on lies begins to follow the basis.
Omo's conversation was extremely smooth, without any lag or unnaturalness. It was natural that he would be watched by five subtle eyes.
"Dead...? How could...ah, it's you!"
It seems hard to believe that his teammates sent it so easily. No. 2 was still confused when he looked up again and saw the man knocking on his sap.
"Hong Kai!" He suddenly became angry.
"Are you famous?" Omo, who was not surprised by this, asked sideways.
Although the latter was a little surprised, when asked, he chuckled: "Probably so in this circle."
Not only were there people who were in contact with interstellar events, there were also many time travelers who knew him very well, and Kai was gradually getting used to it.
Although the trouble is still troubled, there is still a subtle sense of accomplishment in hearing from the criminals that they all know me.
It also made Omo make up his mind. He would not only collect big data on Ma Niang, but also get more crawler software from the mercenary circle and interstellar news to help him capture information.
He knew nothing about Kai and wanted to 'torture' Bize later.
"Now that you know him, it's easier." Tsukuru played with his cane nonchalantly, and Omer looked down at No. 3, who was trying to raise his upper body.
Noticing the unnatural movement at the shoulders of his cloak, he fired another beam of light, bringing out the other person's screams.
"Let me ask you an answer. I won't kill you, nor will I let you get too seriously injured. We should have a lot of time -"
Before he finished speaking, he frowned and looked at the corner at the end of the road ahead, and then looked back at Dongshang Revolution - in the holes left for the ears in the little witch's pointed hat, a pair of horse ears were shaking and twisting, and then towards Hold on to the left side.
He wanted to say something when he met Omer's eyes.
In fact, it goes without saying that Omer looked back at her to confirm that he had not heard any hallucinations, and that there was indeed a group of people walking in an orderly manner.
With a very professional quality.
Ling Omo was silent for a moment, and then under the confused gazes of others, he threw an emergency healing spell at No. 3.
While throwing it away, he asked: "Mr. Hongkai, did you call the police?"
"No." Kai replied, denying Omer's suspicion.
But before Omo could continue to ask, he smiled heartily and said, "But I called an ambulance, and this matter seems to be quite a big deal. Someone must call the police, right?"
But for people like you to call the police, the level of vigilance will be even higher...
Although he didn't know what the other party's background and capabilities were, Omo knew that the police system had a set of criteria for adjusting the level of the case based on the identity of the caller.
So it will be:
"Eastern District Police Department! No one is allowed to move!"
"This is the Terrorist Mobile Team! Put down your weapons!!"
"The God Blessing Music Team has arrived at the scene and will immediately assess the ratio of cleanup and rescue."
"This is Rhode Island! The location of the Skyfire operators has been confirmed."
…
Oh, Niubi...
Faced with such a mobilization of troops, Omo could only loosen his hand on the staff.
It was allowed to fall to the ground and stayed with the briefcase, while also causing some cracks in the mixed-material floor.
And he just showed his blank hands raised in the air.
By the way, I would like to remind those behind you:
"I advise you to do the same first."
After all, although they are not criminals, violent law enforcement agencies such as the Terrorist Mobile Team often make poor responses that will be complained about.
Whether you are the perpetrator or the victim, you can save yourself trouble by showing that you are not hostile.
More will be delivered! Once again, I wish all readers good health and everything goes well in the new year!
By the way... As for whether Kai is Orb's true form or a human form, this is a long-standing question for which there is still no solid evidence. You can read what the author said in this chapter when he mentioned O-50 in the previous chapter.
In short, I chose the human body first as the setting of this book. After all, O-50's Ring of Light showed a more powerful and neutral function than the Plasma Spark Tower when dealing with the three Rob brothers and sisters, but in the face of Kai and Ga It's obviously not so neutral during Gula, it's more like - someone is operating on the account, I won't say who.jpg
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Well, until we see you tomorrow!
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