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Chapter 1283 NO.190: What’s going on?
The divine strike core in the chest was overflowing with purple light, and countless lightning pillars burst out with energy, transferring from the chest to the giant mouth, and then forcefully suppressed it.

The two claws crossed on the chest suddenly stretched open, trembling from the severe pain of the surging energy.

Roar!
The purple-silver dragon is roaring.

The divine strike core that lit up again during the roar shone so brightly and brightly that it seemed as if it would burn directly, spreading from bottom to top, along the throat to the jaw of the dragon head.

Roar----!
It seemed like a dull roar with a hint of unwillingness, and it shot out together with the sudden burst of blazing flames, until the space of nearly a hundred kilometers was enveloped in the spherical purple vortex.

The perversion of the original dragon, the reappearance of the will of destruction, and the burning fire surrounded by countless thunders will return everything to the original starting point.

Rebirth and Destruction!

In the face of such terrifying and astonishing destructive power, except for those who have been falling from the very beginning, only those who are alert enough and almost have foresight can escape by running at full speed.

But that doesn't make sense.

In this demonic realm where only nothingness remains, no one can escape unless there is an existence that can touch this dimension.

The Ultra Warriors, who had been stunned for nearly half a minute, immediately joined the Purple-Silver Wings, which still had most of its energy left, in clearing out the remaining monsters.

——But this section is also the dividing line.

The video is over.

"In case someone hasn't seen Lord Omer's new form's ultimate move 'The Immaculate End'"

"..."

No longer watching the video that the woman had put up with her hands, Omar placed his hand on his forehead and stared at the table for a few seconds, as if there was something particularly eye-catching there.

"Omer."

"Don't say anything, I'm grilling." After a half-second of silence, he tilted his head and nodded again, "No, I'm thinking."

"Omar, you have to face reality." Beatrix advised softly.

"It's hard to face," Omer continued to study the desktop. "If that video was on some weird appearance voting website, it would be fine, but this video..."

He lowered his hand slightly and twisted it towards the bridge of his nose.

"If I'm not mistaken, you clicked on the website with the most mercenary live broadcasts."

And it’s a partitioned banner push…it doesn’t look like a product of big data…

“In fact, it has also been reposted on Umastagram. You may have received many mentions…”

"Okay." Omar interrupted Beatrix and looked at Cero surrounded by a group of girls in the distance with a movement between cautious and sneaky, then turned back.

"You set up a soundproof barrier before."

Beatrix's look was full of worry, and she almost asked him if he was injured in the battle.

"I know, but what if it doesn't work on Ultraman?"

It was hard to tell whether he was genuinely worried or just pretending, as he said this, he turned around and asked, "Why was it leaked?"

Although I would like to ask why the website in Jiemen District has its own fans, that is not the point and not the top priority.

"Well... uh, actually it's my fault..." The chief of the secret service was worthy of being the chief of the secret service. He was straightforward when taking responsibility. "I ordered someone to bring an extra-dimensional observer to confirm your battle situation."

Beatrix, who seemed to be still working, skipped the words "I'm worried about your condition" and said awkwardly, "Then the district chief and his men wanted to suppress the impact of this attack first. No... there's no point in saying this."

Beatrix also raised her hand, covering her forehead and shaking it.

"It was my mistake from the beginning. I didn't think it through. For a case of this magnitude, they would definitely use whatever they could to divert attention. It was my mistake to let them take advantage of this opportunity..."

"Forget it." Seeing her self-blaming look, Omar, who was no longer worried, let go of her nose and waved his hand, "Forget it, let it be."

"Eh?" "After all, it's just a big step forward."

Picking up the water cup on the table that had been untouched, he stood up and took a sip. Then Omar turned his head and looked at the people in the room who were busy walking by, not forgetting to glance at him. There was similar awe in each of their eyes, but the proportions of the awe were different.

"Whether it's my popularity in the circle over there or the package route I've heard about as a trainer, it's only a matter of time before I become well-known," Omer put down the water cup and turned to the sofa next to Beatrix, patting her head. "Don't think about this anymore. I guess you have something else to tell me, or an invitation?"

"..."

"Beatrix?"

"..."

"Director Shi Huaiya?"

"Eh, ah, what?" The Beatrix crew turned on again and looked up at Omer, then immediately responded as if they had retrieved a message record, "Oh, yes, the district chief, the mayor, and the URA Association are all asking for your time. A meeting and an award could be the beginning of a long-term cooperation. Considering your situation, I suggest you refuse... although it may be difficult for me to say this."

"There's nothing bad to say."

Omar patted her head again and chuckled. He never liked to see people feeling sorry for themselves.

Even if it's an enemy, unless he's deliberately trying to mess with the person's mentality, he doesn't like to see the other person get messed up by someone passing by without him doing anything.

That would be too boring.

"Then just refuse," Omer said calmly, "I don't need a ticket to the upper class. I will get in touch with it sooner or later if I develop normally. There is no need to stand at the forefront in this way...ah...sorry."

As he was talking, he looked back and saw some people with strange expressions. He didn't need to follow their gazes to look at his hands and Beatrix. Just by looking at their uniforms, Omar realized that his previous actions were rude and excessive.

Although it was a small space, it was still a public area and her subordinates were watching over it.

This is not conducive to the director's authority... Omar, who was unaware that he had long been rumored to be the director's boyfriend in the Secret Service, could only feel from many passing Secret Service agents that they had some misunderstandings about him.

"Uh, oh, nothing." Miss Beatrix sat upright with her legs together, her back straight, but her head lowered, and her words were as soft as a mosquito.

I found the missing emotional puzzle pieces at Victoria School.

But there was also the sound of someone coughing.

"Director, you still have a lot of things to deal with, why are you sitting down now?"

"I'm just sitting here for a while!"

The deputy director of the Secret Service, a woman with a shrewd and capable temperament but also a bit strict, once made Omar suspect that Beatrix would think of another friend when getting along with her.

She seems to always find a partner with whom she is prone to bickering and quarreling, but who also works well together.

"And Mr. Omer, leaving aside some citizens who want to express their gratitude to you in person, the Secret Service must do something about the criminals you let escape under such circumstances..."

"Interrogation?" asked Omer.

"No, it's an inquiry." The deputy director looked at him, then looked at Beatrix who seemed to have sorted out her mentality, then turned his gaze back and said unhappily, "You are also a big celebrity in the upper echelons now. At least they plan to support you for now."

"And I think you should be prepared to answer."

"It will be helpful for subsequent investigations and I will just say what needs to be said."

Omar raised his hands and opened them, like a magician performing a trick without props.

"now?"

"Now, before some director finds an excuse to slack off."

　Later! End the shackles!

　　(End of this chapter)