It is worth mentioning that monster fusion users usually cannot enjoy the luxury and troubles of Ultraman's human body.
For example, it has its own skill table, and there are often difficulties in choosing...
Most monsters don't have many skills, and those with more skills are somewhat artificial.
There are obviously a lot of cosmic beings with many skills, but the power-carrying objects of those cosmic beings are also difficult to obtain.
After all, if you can't even meet him, you can't obtain data or power, and it's even harder to imitate him.
For example, Beria's cards are all one-time products drawn from demon fragments, and there is a precedent of a certain Celebolo sinking his ship in the card pool every day to save money.
So if Omo wants to get some cards like Zog, Dark Zaki, Dark Lukiel, or even QQ Life Form...
Either count on those guys to travel through time by themselves, count on the connections in other worlds to bring goods, or try to talk to the Kingdom of Light office to see if they are willing to share databases or something...
He also has a card drawing machine at home with an unfriendly card pool yield rate. It uses the technology of the Kingdom of Light. I believe that Hikari's gang can easily control the power of monsters.
It’s just that they don’t do it.
At present, the cards in hand are not many spacemen, but mostly monsters, super beasts, mechanical monsters and mechanical products. The combat skills and fighting methods have to be developed by themselves.
Fortunately, this field is still a blue ocean.
Just like wild Gomorrah's super shock wave is used to dig the ground, and human control can use this hand to output it severely, and even use it to do some fancy work, monsters have always had one or two innate abilities. , a stick of pure muscle like King Red (King Jonas Red can spit light, the seventh generation King Red can spit stones, this lineage is not considered pure muscle, but most of them are pure muscle) is still relatively Less.
It can be used well if used well, and the fusion beast increases the operating space.
But the ultimate way to balance operations and reduce mental burden is to use monster cards as equipment cards.
Just like Omo's continuous weapon switching at this moment, it was quite similar to the power-up items of the knight's shed, and he finally found the most suitable attribute restraint 'weapon'.
【Eye Q】
After several unsuccessful attacks, Omo found out that the negative energy monster was already a prisoner of the malicious starry sky, so he chose countermeasure weapons based on the idea of fighting mechanical monsters.
The hard 'glove' is like a gorilla's prosthetic arm, absorbing both energy and physical damage.
The successive punches caused a purple-red halo to form, interrupting the opponent's connection with the stars and further devouring the opponent's negative energy.
Let me cut off your blood bottles and strengthening potions, and then lower your HP limit!
Still want to make up for it?
Get it you!
This is what Omer is doing at the moment.
This is actually a very high-risk approach.
Because the energy swallowed by the eyes is fed back to the body.
Those energies are obviously not that easy to deal with.
As we all know, even students of séance do not dabble in the use of resentment. Everyone uses orthodox soul power.
Only the painful genre of necromancy would like this kind of stuff.
Of course, many evil cultivators also love this in a broad sense.
But Omo is not an evil cultivator and has never really practiced or learned how to accommodate and utilize this kind of energy.
Rather, even those evil cultivators often find it difficult to avoid the side effects of getting along with this kind of negative energy.
Situations such as gradually becoming eccentric and losing image are common.
Not to mention that there are more and more negative energy components belonging to the malicious starry sky.
Inside the body of Mephemus, the devil's eyes, which had already been smeared with dark red, were slowly opening with dark gaps, just like the snake eyes when he faced his beloved Orihime not long ago.
Even more volatile.
The pitch black crack is showing a trend of widening from the rhombus to the oval, as if it is going to completely cover the original dark red.
But it seemed to be compressed, regaining its original narrowness, and fluctuating frequently back and forth, obviously carrying out some kind of confrontation.
Clenching his teeth, he heard the monster's miserable howl and frenzied chants, as well as the distorted hymns, frantic prayers, weird chants, and sleep-like conversations that came with the influx of negative energy.
'The king's rags flutter...'
'Unshed tears are like the song of the soul...'
'Elegance, thin and clumsy but never intrusive elegance! '
'Up to now, have you ever noticed what the darkness in your heart looks like? '
——!
The words that once cut through his heart like a sharp blade echoed again at this moment, mixed into the dreamy conversation, causing the blackness in his eyes to roll and fluctuate, reflecting countless huge figures, and even into the even darker vastness. A pair of golden lights lit up.
It was given shape by the mold, and the darkness locked by him cast an indifferent glance outward.
There was a snapping sound.
It seemed that something invisible was broken, together with a wisp of will projected from afar.
And the outside world at that same time.
Countless black stars and the absurd moon cracked at the same time, causing the false night to reflect the sun. The demon king waving his terrifying giant eyes completely defeated the virtual form in front of him.
Penetrating it with one eye, absorbing it at an extremely fast speed, standing in the sunlight, behind you, and under the eyes of countless people observing the battle situation from afar.
The whole disappeared.
All that remains is a puzzling Tom Yam saying that can only be heard live:
"Hey! I have material!! I don't know if I can smoke it..."
——
At the same time, the brown-haired horse girl who was wrapping up her training at the central Tereson training ground and was finally ready to have lunch suddenly stopped in her steps, shook her head, and looked down at her body, feeling a little confused about what she had just done. That inexplicable lightness.
Illusion?
It was not that she was unaware of the amount of training she had done. She knew that she was so exhausted at this time that she couldn't even walk smoothly.
I feel light... but it's time to go to the infirmary.
——
Tianmen City, Kingdom of Light Office, Observation Room.
"Hey, what's going on?" A Silver observer standing in front of the instrument was confused.
Immediately, the red colleague lifting dumbbells looked at him: "What's wrong?"
"Am I not responsible for the follow-up observation of the last operation? Just now, Aldebaran's distortion and fluctuation became a little lower."
"There must be another mercenary group going there to harvest wool." A colleague from the red tribe said nonchalantly.
A few months ago, Ultraman formed a group to find Hastur to build a team. The distortion fluctuations soared to the point that they could be intercepted all around Aldebaran. They lasted for a whole week on Covenant Day, and there were a lot of mercenaries running to intercept them. , and even organized a group to try to kill Hastur himself.
Although there was no movement after that.
Even the honest and restrained King in Yellow is not that easy to touch even if he is seriously injured. Recently, he has been vigorously developing the blood recovery of believers - it is clear that in the past, foreign gods like them did not care about believers.
I can only say that it was really miserable to be beaten by the hooligans from the Kingdom of Light. Considering the age difference, it is true that the boys from Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak.
"How can there be mercenaries going there after such a long time? Even the Star Alliance officials have banned mercenaries from entering and exiting. They specifically prohibit necromancers from going there to make unboxing videos. If they are caught, they will be punished with death. Even their souls will be lost. Do not stay."
"Wow, that's so cruel! If that's not a mercenary, what could be the reason that made him worse? He couldn't have provoked some dangerous space people after being dealt with by Senior Orb and the others, right?"
"Maybe there are also ferocious monsters wandering the universe. Don't we only come here every five times?"
"Too!"
I posted the chapters in advance again, and the last update time in the Qidian backend will default to the design of pre-retention... Oh forget it, I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder anyway.
By the way, the two cousins of this book, the Old Gods, are old hapless men.
Do you still remember the starship sinking in the Pacific Ocean and the psychic radiation leaking? Well, R'lyeh is at the bottom of the South Pacific.
So a certain green-skinned fat boy was smashed through his hometown while he was sleeping, and there was even radiation that made him greener and greener.
Then Hastur had mercenaries to open boxes and foreshadow before, then Ultraman Expedition, and now...
By the way, the best way to gain followers in this era is through idols and anchors (
(End of chapter)
