"Are you done talking?"
"When the chat is over, you can open fire."
While Baelmon
After listening to his words, Bellstarmon turned to look at Baalmon from a distance, and then looked back.
"...Forget it today."
When Omo heard this, he turned to look at her, then stopped and turned back to look at the Baal beast that was already covered by the magic circle.
He ran pretty fast...
He took another step and crossed Belstamon's side.
The latter immediately followed and heard him suddenly say: "If you had just drawn your gun, you still had a chance."
"...I said forget it, I'm not in the mood."
"Then my suggestion is - be fully prepared next time and give him a hard blow!"
"? Didn't you discuss cooperation with him?"
"Just the icing on the cake."
Omo said calmly.
"There were a lot of clues at the exhibition. The converter that had been dismantled was also prepared by the leather bag company of Yuechi Logistics. On this basis, the assistance of Baer Beast X is actually not very important."
"So you were just faking it then?"
Even with half of the mask on, Belstamon's face was still clearly shocked.
And this also made Omo sigh in his heart.
Although he felt from the bottom of his heart that the other party would not understand him, when she acted so directly, he still felt a little tired.
"I've said it's the icing on the cake, I have no plans to terminate the contract yet, ma'am."
"..." The witch nicknamed Ms. Beelzebub was silent and looked away again in embarrassment.
The devil didn't say much, and walked quietly ahead.
He could go back just as he came, and Omo, who had a good sense of direction, didn't even need Belstamon to continue walking in front as a guide.
The silence between the two lasted for several minutes.
The sudden opening, but somewhat synchronized, formed an interruption.
"Uh..." "Partner, aren't you going to change back?"
"Eh? Huh?" The witch was a little confused.
In this regard, the devil showed great patience.
"Use your ability as a Witch Beast to open the door and teleport." He said calmly.
Although Omo himself can do this kind of thing with his appearance, teleportation and other things need to have coordinates after all.
From Kekutos to the surface ordinary digital world managed by Yggdrasil, Witchmon is more familiar with this.
But Bellstarmon's answer proved that his thinking was still a bit simple: "You have to get to the border. Opening the central area will cause dissatisfaction from the Demon King's army."
"Beelzebumon shouldn't be able to say that there is no Demon King's army."
The Beelzebumon faction, which is aloof and arrogant, has always resisted forming cliques and is not even willing to accept a single subordinate.
In comparison, Beelstamon, whose appearance and weapons look like a masculine version of Beelzebumon, also has a different approach to his work style——
——It is known for its high tolerance and usually acts together with other Digimon.
Especially since he gets along well with gun-wielding Digimon, he has many like-minded people, so even if he is not the eldest sister in the team, he still has the status of a group favorite.
However, the person in front of Omer is a special being who has degenerated from Belstamon to Witchmon and is a permanent resident. It is difficult to say whether her old comrades are still alive.
Although the birth, old age, illness and death of Digimon is a true cycle, death will transform into a digital egg, and the digital egg will give birth to a new life. In some cases, memory data may remain or even be inherited.
But death is still a topic that needs attention.
In particular, the Digi-Egg itself is not indestructible, and some Digimon die so tragically that they don't even have the chance to construct a Digi-Egg.
Digieggs are unlikely to appear in environments such as Kerkutos and generally dark areas.
The possibility of dying into a piece of residual data is everywhere.
Omo looked around for a moment and could see that the Digimon were fighting and hunting each other. In the bitten data stream, there were only traces of broken bits, but there was no such thing as an egg.
It fits the name of the River Styx, Cekutos.
However, if a real life like Omer, which has not been truly transformed into a digital elf, ends here, the result will be that it can only wait for the data flow deposited at the bottom.
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There is no digital egg rebirth treatment.
But that goes too far.
The focus should have been:
"Who told you this is Beelzebumon's territory? That Beelzebumon guy never has a territory."
"Wherever he goes, is his territory nearby?"
"yes."
Belstamon was not surprised by Omer's ability to understand. He was just thinking about the other person's name just now, and when he decided to say something, he heard the other person ask again:
"Then whose territory is this?"
"emmm fallen light beast?"
"No wonder..." Omo nodded slightly.
Fallen Lucemon, strictly speaking, it should be called Lucemon: a fallen form, an ultimate Demon King Digimon that possesses both saints and demons. Its prototype is Lucifer, the fallen morning star.
"No wonder? What did you guess again?"
"No, it's just a feeling." The demon raised his hand and pointed at himself with his sharp claws, "Behemoth, you saw it on the screen before. It was a giant beast created by the gods, and it was inevitable that it would be contaminated by some divinity. .”
This statement may seem a bit over the top to ordinary Digimon, but it is simple and easy to understand for Digimon who understand humans.
Witchmon is one of them.
He just said in confusion: "Same as the guy from the Fallen Light Beast?"
Lucemon: Corrupted form, Mastimamon and the like, there are several types of gods and demons in the ranks of Digimon, and they are all famous.
"Yeah, so I guess we should speed things up."
Omo said, raising his paws and placing them on Bellstarmon's shoulders, and then both of them simultaneously performed a bottom-up block-like decomposition.
It disappeared in less than three seconds.
There were only countless female demonmons and little demonmons that looked like the same thing and flew towards them slowly for several beats.
He searched around in confusion, and when he found nothing, he hesitated on how to report it to His Highness.
The mutual induction between similar divinities, or the resonance of similar items within sacred data...
Omo guessed that the reason why he was lucky enough to experience it once was because the fused and sublimated form was too close to a Digimon after being converted into data.
In a sense, it also confirms what Baalmon x said.
He does have the ability to rule over Digimon.
But seriously, that would be too much trouble.
There is something lazy in everyone, and Omo is no exception.
Although there is a goal to chase, but he loses himself on the road and runs to find something else - he has seen enough examples of this in tokusatsu films.
This was the reason why he answered that Baalmon's x was stable.
Or should I say, I'm afraid of trouble.
He is already familiar with the style of Witchmon←→Belstarmon, and is unwilling to spend more time getting familiar with Baalmon's partner status, even if the opponent actually has a higher limit than Witchmon.
He also chooses to be nostalgic - or a lazy dog.
So what if the upper limit is high?
Putting it here in Aomo is a performance overflow.
He doesn't need to perform any operations on the Digital World, nor does he need Beelzebumon X, who is more powerful than Beelzebumon, to assist him in fighting - wouldn't it be better for him to ask Ultraman for this kind of thing?
Although it is somewhat inappropriate to borrow power from Mr. Kai, who is known as the King of Debts, but is it not normal to borrow people?
But having said that, the cooperation can be regarded as established now. Baermon X is not considered his partner, but he can also be regarded as a collaborator.
You also need to be prepared.
Peng!
Omer suddenly emerged from the screen and sat down on the computer chair. He looked at the Belstarmon waving towards him in front of the wilderness in the screen.
Look at the desktop time in the lower left corner of the screen.
21:40
It didn't take long, and it was even a few minutes before the coffee shop came to bring him coffee.
But he has given himself an extra job.
Using digital encryption techniques to shake up the inertia of the digital spirit - this is really a dangerous job.
As long as you know that the setting of the digital code thing is something used by ancient species to challenge common sense (the evolution of ancient species may be low), even if a Digimon is evolved, it will only be used to dilute the power through the medium.
You can know how dangerous the thing itself is.
The metaphor of a hammer hitting a squib is no exaggeration.
However, the guy Baalmon
On the contrary, we can look forward to getting some information from him.
After all, unlike that witch lady, the noble king does not hesitate to contact and understand human beings, and his knowledge of the information Yuechi symbolizes is probably quite outrageous.
It's like the kind that as long as it's recorded in an electronic file, you can even dig out photos of someone else's bedwetting when they were kids.
If you think about it this way, you will soon be able to comment on Yuechi’s bedwetting photos with Miss Rudolf——
——Quite weird.jpg
"Hey, partner."
"?"
While Omo was thinking about tomorrow, the greeting on the screen made him turn around and look at the Belstamon standing in the wilderness looking at him with some doubts.
"Having a problem with degradation?" he asked.
As mentioned before, the evolution of Witchmon this time is different from the previous ones. It is an artificial evolution achieved by the dark data that Ormer smoothed out.
It just lacked a Tyrannosaurus machine to show off, and he had already completed the data transfer manually.
The advantage of this method of evolution is that it is easy to degenerate, but the disadvantage is that it is also easy to degenerate.
For Witchmon, this has only advantages. After all, she doesn't like to stay in the Ultimate Body for too long.
And Bellstarmon doesn't have to resort to self-mutilation to shake the data core in order to let itself degenerate smoothly.
But until now, Bellstarmon, who should have decided to degenerate long ago, is still standing there.
No wonder he thought he had a problem.
"No, it's just a misunderstanding that should be resolved in this form," Witch Cowboy seemed to have made up her mind, "You can't use Witchmon's form!"
This was obviously referring to the gunshot to the back of the head before. Omer suddenly understood the awkwardness of the other party along the way, and also understood the second half of the other party's sentence.
With Miss Witch's temperament, it is indeed not difficult to apologize. Although the temperament of the Ultimate Body is still somewhat residual, the quirky setting of Witchmon still affects her too much, making her act normal and a bit frivolous and lively.
In comparison, Bellstarmon is like a mature elder sister who has grown up and is straightforward.
In order to maintain that image, I never want to show weakness.
It's easy to say sorry in Witchmon's form, but for Bellstarmon, it's far more difficult than letting her fight.
And this is where Omo thinks Witchmon is better than Baalmon.
The character states of Witchmon and Belstarmon are very close to the growth process that a human being should have.
From the various possibilities of boyhood and girlhood, to a certain fixed aspect as an adult.
He was familiar with such interactions.
Because of this, when the other party showed intention to apologize, he swallowed his habitual politeness.
Don't apologize or anything...
In fact, Omer could indeed guess that she would do that at that time, and her doing so also assisted Omer, increasing the weight of his words in a similar way to 'a red face and a white face'.
So Omer can indeed say she doesn't have to apologize.
but……
"Okay, I'll listen, partner." He smiled gently, and did not say the title of 'ma'am'.
Overcoming one's usual appearance and changing one's attitude is a challenge to rigid conventions for the ultimate Digimon.
Like a fully mature adult.
After having a fixed way of behavior, thinking circuit, and personal persistence, I am still determined to change myself.
An attempt is to rewrite the common sense of the past with a new one.
"...Yes-" Bellstarmon gritted his teeth.
One sentence seems to build up strength.
And Omer looked at her patiently, with a bit of encouragement in his eyes.
"right…"
"sorry!"
"I received-" "Trainer, your coffee..."
"?"
The cafeteria believed that the trainer would not be frightened because of the fixed time, and immediately opened the door.
Watching the scantily clad woman on the screen apologize to the trainer, the trainer looked satisfied.
Thoughts began a long voyage.
