The world of data always has many virtual images of scenery evolving towards the digital world.
And, there are countless linear structures as complex as circuit boards.
Those architectures are composed of complicated codes, which together with the virtual images of the scenery constitute an 'obstacle' that hinders the field of vision, and also form a data barrier for different models.
Digimon who know how to use their own advantages can always easily overcome such barriers.
But these linear architectures can still serve as groves in the 'data jungle', fulfilling the usual meaning of groves:
Cover up some traces of existence.
Even traces.
Witchmon is completely aware of it.
Although the traces are faint enough, as an individual Digimon who has accomplished a lot in studying advanced codes, she has the ability to reproduce the operation of that 'magic'.
If you trace the source, you can find the terminal of a certain Ma Niang.
——Rudolf Symbol
"Are you always so aboveboard when spying?"
Since returning to the world of data, Witchmon asked Baalmon X, who seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time.
The other party just answered the question incorrectly.
"I thought you could hold on to your position for at least a few days."
"I didn't expect you to be so reserved for even a few days," Witch Beast said mockingly, "Does this count as peeping in front of me? Peeping on the communication between that guy and that horse girl."
"Do you really regard him as an ally?" Baal Beast asked calmly.
"I would like to ask if you really consider that guy an ally?" the witch asked, raising her hand to press the tail of the broom that supported her.
She used this to raise her sitting height, but even so, she could not compare with the height of the Baal Beast.
After all, her aura was a bit weaker, even if the too-long black cat beside her threatened her with explosive fur.
It would be better to say that the latter's performance only makes people laugh.
But Baalmon X is a Digimon that doesn't like to laugh very much.
His face remained calm, not even impatient to answer questions with questions.
The noble king was always noble and calm, which made the witch even more unhappy.
"Do you really think that guy can exert the power of his armored body?"
"The possibility is very low," Baalmon x replied. "Unless an adult human maintains that emotion since childhood, it will be difficult to awaken the dormant will of the armored body."
"I looked through the information that guy saved. That Yuechi symbol is hopeless..."
An expression of unreserved disgust appeared on the face of the Witch Beast, and the claw-like fingers covered by the armbands even made a driving movement: "Not pure, not pure at all, let alone That’s called free will.”
"You should know better than me, right? After all, you should be able to find more traces of that guy."
Today, too much information about humans is recorded in data. For Digimon, this is an ultimate convenience.
But if they really intend to do something big with this, the disastrous defeats of several legion expeditions will serve as warnings.
Looking through personal information will not trigger a new war between the two worlds. Witchmon believes that Yibalmon
But the other party just remained silent, and still retained his expression as if his face was paralyzed.
Then a sharp dark red wind came, cutting a small gap in the white robe and scarf at the collar of his neck.
"I don't even intend to speak, yet I dare to come to my door..." The crimson leather finger gloves were still hanging in the air, and dark electric snakes flashed in the Witch Beast's eyes.
If you look closely, you can see that the electric snake is composed of countless codes of 0 and 1.
It is stable data that is activated by guidance, just like the great source magic power that is activated by personal will in reality and is filled with huge spells.
A magician mobilizes magic power, and a Digimon mobilizes data. There is no difference between the two. Even the size requirements for the caster's "container" are the same.
Just as it is difficult for a magician with unfamiliar skills and insufficient foundation to construct large-scale magic, it is difficult for mature Digimon to use data that is too large.
But the witch's provocation to the noble king was extremely natural.
"You seem to have forgotten our previous relationship, Baalmon x."
The dark electric snakes gathered more and more densely on the dark red fingertips, but there was a faint hint of cold metal color in them, and they faintly outlined a somewhat illusory outline.
Although the outline is illusory, the empty and cold muzzle is extremely real.
"How about you spy on my allies in front of me and settle the score here?"
The empty muzzle of the gun was reflected in the dark red child's eyes. The corners of Baal Beast's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the iron claws covered with dark red metal also moved closer to the Dharma book suspended on one side: "...if it had been the other way around, you would have been injured. Very heavy."
These threatening words were obviously no different from provocation when they fell into the ears of the witch beast, so her arm holding the thunder was also covered by the spreading electric snake.
It was as if the blood-colored armband had been covered with an extra black sleeve, and its five fingers were smudged by black thunder, making it impossible to see the original mammoth outline.
"Okay, I haven't seen your power after being transformed by that antibody. You might as well show it now."
"I told you, that's the past."
The pages of the book turned in the sudden strong wind, and a circular formation appeared at the feet of Baer Beast.
Just when Witchmon suddenly pulled the trigger, and the pitch-black electric current covered his body from his arms, all three projectiles hit the empty space of red light.
Baal beast x disappeared in place.
In the eyes of Witch Beast, it's just a 'run away! 'Conclusion.
So absurd.
Although she knew that the extremely rational noble king felt that the conflict was a meaningless waste of time, so he chose to leave directly, she still couldn't accept it.
Accept that the guy who was so aggressive and never refused a challenge in the past became what he is now.
How foolish to take such a path!
The witch's wrist trembled with shock.
With an attitude that was more like brute force than skill, which did not match the image of Witchmon - it smashed into the almost formed arm sleeves and body data shell.
The miniature magic circle wrapped around five fingers was revealed just now.
Witchmon halted its own evolution.
As for the magic circle, it is not wrong to say that it is a digital code or an advanced coding group.
Only this kind of thing can interrupt the transformation and expansion of data so freely and easily.
Compared with the results that required some sacrifices to achieve, the ease that she could break with her hands was exactly the convenience she was pursuing.
As expected, I still prefer playing with programming languages...
Looking at the empty space, she turned her gaze back to stare at the scattered and disappearing black fragments in front of her eyes. Thinking this, she curled her lips and put her hand on the broom that almost disappeared again.
The long black cat on the side also immediately lay on his shoulder, making an expression of relief.
After all, if Witchmon really jumped up the level and evolved, then it would have been sent.
She-Devilmon still has a scarf with self-awareness that can be transformed into it. When it transforms into Belstamon, its function remains, but its consciousness returns to its original owner.
It is true that the familiar of this series is one with its master, but it is obviously not ready to be returned like this.
"It's not like it won't change back. Why are you anxious?" The Witch Beast looked at it and laughed dumbly, and its mood improved a little.
Patting the broom again, he levitated and took off, heading towards his witch cabin.
I didn't plan to tell that guy about this conflict.
Let's wait until he notices his hint...
Witchmon thought.
Although you can claim that you are an ally when you are looking for an excuse to hit someone, but in reality...
The ability needs to be looked at again - Witchmon judged it this way.
It is a combination of Digimon and humans that does not use the Digimon machine as a communication medium.
There is no hard-and-fast connection between her and Omer Linton, a human being, like a 'chosen one' and a 'partner'.
And they didn’t meet each other from their childhood.
Putting aside the emotional thinking of children, mature beasts and humans go straight to the point and consider each other's abilities.
