Undead Mage Rebotus, this is an old acquaintance of a certain O50 Big Brother who is temporarily absent, and he is also a Leonix.
He has the ability to summon and control monsters at will, and claims to have immortality. He once defeated the Orb Trinity, but was later brought back in the form of Orb Emelim's head dart.
He saved his last breath and tried to resurrect Ultraman Beria to make a comeback, but when the resurrection failed, he realized that Beria was alive.
Not only is he alive, but he also has time to come over and give him a blow.
And when Beria was finishing the last blow, what he saw in his eyes was Geed.
——He does have the ability to predict the future, and it comes from the genes of the people from the Reblondo planet.
The ultimate life form, the Reblondo alien, is described as an omniscient and omnipotent cosmic being. It also has the ability to freely summon and control monsters. In the past, it controlled countless monsters as subordinates and dominated the entire universe for tens of thousands of years. These abilities are also achieved to a certain extent through intentional The spread of genetic factors and the method of personal possession were inherited by those Leonix.
Among them, the Leonix who inherited the most of his genes, apart from a certain defender on the Panlong, was Ultraman Beria.
And the successor after Ultraman Beria was beaten for a round was the undead mage Rebertus.
So it’s a big piece of the puzzle.
Rebotus can awaken the souls of the dead and control monsters, and he himself is supposed to be a dead person killed by Beria.
And Dark Gona is also a dead man.
Finally, there’s Beria—brother, how many times has this guy died?
Three dead people, two were Leonix, and one was an old member of Beria... Taking these labels one by one on the clue board of the data projection, Omer could have several conjectures in his mind at this moment, and he indeed put them The abbreviations of those conjectures are underlined.
Each character makes the admirer Orihime and her sister Sang puzzled over each character. As for Asakura Riku...
He had already gone to find Miyu.
This direction was also the reason why Omer spoke to him first.
Riku Asakura's mind is not considered sensitive, and the inner meaning of his troubles is so clear and discernible. In terms of communication difficulty, he can be described as 'simple', and once the persuasion is completed, he will not waste time.
Because he had already found a place for himself.
Then... the only living people in the activity room were Ormer Linton and Orihime Aimu.
In this communication environment that has become much more ideal, 'Doctor Omer' is not in a hurry to turn around and fire. He is just writing notes on the information board that neither sister can understand.
Among the latter two, the elder sister has realized that they are now alone, and the younger sister is making the ┌('д')┌ gesture, urging her to take action.
Can……
It would be nice if I didn't hear that just now, the hesitant admirer Orihime couldn't help but think.
Originally, she was still struggling with how to express her apology, but in the end, after listening to the conversation and guidance between the other party and Mr. Asakura, she felt a bit absurdly upset.
In the face of that catastrophe that sounded like it could encompass the galaxy as long as it grew bigger, his hesitation was undoubtedly so ridiculous.
But also because it sounded so incredible, she couldn't help but wonder if it was true or not.
I feel like... if it was that bad Umastar, he would be able to perform such a scene.
She has never been afraid to use the utmost malice to speculate on the Internet bad guy who called the police and took her away from the camp (x).
"Don't take it too seriously. After all, it's a story far away from you."
Now, when she heard the Internet bad guy say this without looking back, she not only sighed in her heart, but also in reality without concealing it: "You have said this, how can you not take it to your heart? How cunning."
"Because it's useless to take it seriously. If this happens, you can't stop it. And if it doesn't happen, then of course you don't have to think about it." Omer put down the last stroke on the information board and turned around, his knuckles Still tapping the information board, "Even our side is waiting for news."
"Before the news is received, our own efforts to collect intelligence will not be of much help. It is better to do what we are doing." He said, pointing one hand in the direction of the training ground and the other in the direction of the rear dormitory.
"Like that side, and the other side."
Considering that Xiao Lu might not be able to pass the test of being the head of the Miura Residence, Omo's left hand swiped at the light screen again and contacted the teahouse.
Let's leave it like this for now. If the waiter can't explain clearly, he will consider calling him Sirius.
Although calling Miss Rudolf directly is the safest choice, the student council president may not have the time to argue with the dormitory leader for the convenience of a new assistant.
Wait... The Hero of the Desert seems to belong to Miura's house. With her interest in hero biographies, she might also be interested in the Ultra Hero Biography, right?
Just as Omo was thinking about this, he also caught a glimpse of a petite figure with brown hair in the distance, driving in the rain, heading straight towards the training ground where the wind and rain was the strongest.
The monotonous yet subtle leather holster gesture is undoubtedly Carrot Man.
Shimmering Flying Horse... Omo, who recognized the figure at a glance, could also guess what the real heroic chef was running towards.
However, there was no need to remind Zero and Justice. Their senses were not those of ordinary humans, so there was no need for him to do anything unnecessary.
"...What about you?" He walked closer, admiring Orihime standing beside him, looking at the information board that he couldn't understand, "Are you busy? Are you the only one busy?"
"I have experienced the destructive power of asking someone coldly if they are working overtime," Omer stroked his chest, showing a bit of hurt exaggeration, "But it can't be said that he is busy, it's just some simple things. record, I think what I really need to be busy with is the short-distance race after that.”
"...Are you still free?"
The girl raised her purple eyes and asked. These questioning words actually made Omer raise his eyebrows.
"After all, it is working time, and making time for the racing girls is also part of the trainer's job."
As for Admiring Orihime who asked this question, it seemed that she didn't know enough about the trainer.
However, considering her past attitude, it is not surprising that she subconsciously skipped the knowledge related to trainers.
"I mean...if it's important over there..."
"You don't have to worry about the GI at the end of the month?" Omo said, his eyes a bit questioning, "I believe you won't say such a thing, but it is in line with my understanding that you can win the G1 championship without me keeping an eye on you. Miss Vega."
"……Um."
"You're in a bit of an unusual state today."
The dark red eyes and black diamond-shaped slits reflected the somewhat delicate figure.
But the blue comet she was supposed to break through the wind and step on the ground, that blue color is proof of the blazing surface temperature.
"...Well, the way father and mother talk..." His purple eyes lowered, as hard to speak as his words.
The young man looked at her shameful escape, but he still stretched out his hand to tug at the hem of his clothes. He was not surprised or smiled, but just responded softly: "Yes."
"I told them not to scare you, but... they understood and wanted to imitate me."
"It's indeed a very familiar style."
"...Sorry, it was...my willful...mistake."
"It doesn't matter. I'm glad I'm so willful."
"……Is it?"
The girl still lowered her head and hesitated to speak.
The young man didn't want her to look up. He just turned to look at the training ground in the distance. The running people somehow became two.
"yes."
"The Umastar of the past would probably find such willfulness unbearable, but it is me who stands here today."
"...I am now Omer Linton, a new trainer."
"Trainer..."
"right."
"Will the trainer... still be responsible for this kind of thing?"
"Yes, I think there are almost no trainers who have not accepted the willfulness of a racehorse girl."
"……Um."
The hand holding the hem of her clothes dropped slightly, and the girl seemed to be deep in thought for a long time.
The young man in front of her also gave her a quiet space to think. He slowly sat back on his sofa and gently patted the ghost who trotted up to him on the head.
After that, there was a school uniform in front of him that prevented him from looking at the table.
"Can you help me?" Those purple eyes were more serious than ever at this moment.
The young man subconsciously adjusted his sitting posture and the position of his crossed arms. There was a bit of subtlety and weirdness in his dark red eyes, as if he didn't know where to start.
"I thought I was helping you."
"...Well...that's true."
The brown ears, one covered by a blue earmuff, lowered and then raised.
"Is the state back?"
"came back."
"Then prepare for the battle and go to the training ground for a run in the afternoon."
"...Afternoon." Admire Orihime subconsciously glanced at the pouring rain outside the window.
"Okay." Although it was such a storm, it didn't matter. She was just surprised that Omo, who had asked her to come back in the first place, would change his attitude.
And her resolute expression obviously made Omer understand what she was thinking.
"Okay, okay," Omer said angrily, "it will be sunny in the afternoon, so you can run around normally."
"...Sunny? The weather forecast..."
"Don't trust the weather forecast, trust me."
I'll go home tomorrow and take some time off to catch my flight.
(End of chapter)
