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"Are you... Omer Linton?"

A question broke the stagnant world.

Although the voices of those ferocious beasts and giant statues were extremely deep and hoarse, and had an inhumanly terrifying feeling, since they could ask questions in human language, it also meant that there was the possibility of "communication."

No one here will be scared because of the sound, but compared to the person being questioned, the monster user who still has consciousness in the body of the word-talking monster on the side will be surprised:
"Omer Linton? That's not..."

"That guy in black armor, that's what he called himself at the time..."

The two pilots who were still controlling the falling flowers and flowing water monsters each turned to look at their equally astonished companions.

"What do you think? Shen."

The young man wearing glasses looked up at the prisms around him, and those prisms responded in the next moment: "Just wait and see what happens..."

"Well, anyway, let Peng follow Bulbaind and stay away from here. This black mist should also be harmful to the human body."

The young man nodded and said. These words made the red-haired young man move his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but was cut off by a loudspeaker outside.

"What are you going to do if I say yes?"

The heavy and huge dragon raised its head, and in its blue eyes, the blood-colored concentric circles belonging to the mechanical structure were constantly flashing white dots.

Those are all information windows.

While Nijikalis was responding to the other party, he was also processing on-site information.

Statistics on the number of legions, analysis of energy detection, distribution of respective positions, and calculation and replacement of various breakout plans.

"…Armistice, I will get out of here."

"?"

This is really a special answer. Even if Omer allocated computing power to simulate the possible answer branches of the other party, the simulation would only give the other party a 4% chance of this answer.

But now, this 4% possibility has become a reality.

It will also increase the probability of a previous guess to 70%.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this is some kind of trap. Even if the opponent has a seemingly amazing puppet lineup, they still want to win without bloodshed - this possibility is also possible.

So he still tensed up his nerves and was already prepared for the opponent's sudden attack.

But I saw the black mist move, retract, and disappear at the end.

And those huge figures also dissipated one by one in the sudden liberating sunlight.

Only the pitted land that had been eroded by black mist and trampled by heavy figures was left.

as well as--

What was left at the end of the black mist that shrank and disappeared was a figure with black armor and a dark red cloak.

That outfit - that outfit was dark armor with only the chest made of a sheep's head skull in pale colors, and the metal chains used to fix it were pale moon rings.

Even under the sun, it was still so dark that other details could not be seen clearly, and the eyeholes of the helmet with two sharp horns were swaying with blood.

Such a figure looked at Nijikalis from hundreds of meters away, and then turned around without saying a word.

"and many more!"

Following that cry, the huge dragon instantly disintegrated into black mist, and beside the armored figure, small squares were forming the figure of a young man in a suit.

"Do you have time? I hope to chat." Omo asked.

The fingers hanging naturally also press the bracelet.

"... "

And the armored figure, which was more than two meters tall including the helmet, just looked down at him in silence.

He immediately raised the sharp fingers that were also attached to the nails.

There was a familiar chaotic fluctuation on the fingertips, which was very similar to the situation when using Yabru to travel, but there was a sound coming from it that made him slightly widen his eyes.

"Oh! It's connected! It's really connected. Mr. Guinea Pig, are you coming back with those two women? It's more than ten minutes earlier than expected."

Familiar timbre, familiar accent and title, but before Omo could speak, the figure had already retracted his fingertips.

The chaotic spatial fluctuations are thus smoothed out.

"You heard it... for ten minutes." The figure said.

The hoarse and deep tone sounded so unfamiliar, yet somehow surprisingly familiar.

"You only have... ten minutes..." he said, turning to look at the still vigilant Gagula in the distance and the falling flower and flowing water monster that had just rushed into the ruins, and then looked back, "Let's change places... "

"Do you have any recommendations?" Omo asked politely.

"...Follow me." He said, raising his hand, the space fluctuated again, revealing a dark purple vortex that was as tall as a person.

"Go to one of your subordinates..."
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At the same time, in front of Gakula.

"Shen——! Mr. Shijia!!"

The falling flower monster Bulbaind, a powerful monster that can only be controlled by the monster user ghost snake and the monster user raccoon, was controlled by this brown-haired and golden-eyed boy alone at this moment, and rushed to the word-talking monster Gagula.

"Is everyone okay?" The young man put his head forward and held the fin-shaped horn in the middle of Bulbaind's forehead, "I was running rampant with Bulbaind in the black fog before, and I couldn't see or hear anything clearly. I thought...I thought everyone..."

"It sounds like the black mist is as evil as it looks." A red-haired young man who had half of his head crawled out of Gakula's open mouth without any doubt, "Can it even cover the sound?"

"The disgusting weird guy from before must have deliberately focused on us and... that 'Omer Linton'." The female monster user known as the raccoon dog walked out of the blood under the pull of the bespectacled young man. Big mouth.

"It's okay!" Mr. Shijia, as the young man said, pushed up his glasses, bowed slightly, and waved helplessly at him.

"It's you!" he shouted loudly, "Are your human friends okay?"

"Pong."

——There are many reasons why a person becomes taciturn, but there are only a handful of reasons why a person becomes unaccustomed to speaking.

After excluding the obvious possibility of disease, all that is left is the effectiveness of certain contracts, and - being in a state of no communication for a long time.

Of course, generally speaking, a person loses his real social circle and also the Internet.

Even if there is no Internet, people will develop the habit of talking to themselves when no one communicates for a long time. Although this will cause some morbidity, it can be regarded as a guarantee for communication ability.

But what if a person is accustomed to restraint and even gives up the habit of talking to himself?

That is the existence in front of me.

The endless darkness, the darkness that could no longer be locked in the body, was reinforced by the armor that contained the body. Omer watched him take him to this drink shop, but he knew that the other party would probably not drink the drink in front of him. Glass of wine.

Taking off his helmet is probably a luxury for him.

"Dark Armor?"

Sitting in front of the bar counter with the other party, Omo changed his usual style of not liking to interact with others. He took the initiative to raise his hand and gently tapped the other party's well-defined shoulder armor.

"...Well, it went through a re-casting."

The other party nodded and admitted that this armor was made by the Ampera planet and was once known as the strongest armor in the universe.

It can enhance the user's ability to varying degrees, and it also has its own consciousness. It will invade the user's spirit whenever there is an opportunity, and once caused a bloody storm in the universe.

It is worth mentioning that although this armor was made by the Ampera aliens, he did not face them in the final battle.

So much so that after that, he was possessed and used by the people from the Planet Reblondo and Ultraman Belial, and was also copied by the people from the Magma Planet for arrogance.

The first two did not use it as armor at all, but regarded it as a solid body carrying the soul. This usage is very strange.

But the one in front of me is even more heavyweight.

He used the dark armor as a prison to imprison himself.

Such an existence is too dangerous for anyone. The darkness around him almost condenses into a terrifying shadow, easily oppressing all life around him.

It's hard to bear the weight just by being around him, just like the bartender not far away who has lost his mind and is completely 'supported' by the fish-shaped creature swimming and swaying in the air.

Why is this support in quotation marks?

Because the fish-shaped creature had several tentacles extending all over its body, connected to the bartender's back.

That location is probably the spine.

It not only controls him, but also strengthens him, so that he will not be corroded and hurt by the dark power just by standing next to him.

There are many such 'flying fish' in this bar, and most of them are clustered around the girl sitting on the other side of the armored figure.

From the first moment Homais saw her, she was humming to herself.

A sad, heart-wrenching song.

When Omer was indifferent to her song and declined the 'flying fish' who came to help, her blood-red eyes frequently fell on Omer.

"He...has a little bit of blood kinship left in him."

When the two sat down together, he heard the girl murmuring to the armored figure.

To this murmur, the armored figure didn't even respond with a nasal sound.

But Homais paid little attention to this, because he knew the girl.

Although he had changed his attire, his appearance and body shape were still the same as the one he had first cooperated with Rhode Island for rescue operations. He had also seen the seemingly extremely contrasting changes in that realm of consciousness.

Skati…

No, she should be called Isamara.

Omer once saw Him standing on the back of the mutilated sea beast, reaching out toward him.

He ignored it that time and just 'welded' the realm of consciousness together, but he never thought that he would see Him being completely liberated here.

Divinity, with an impression as salty as sea water, spread unabashedly from Him, as if to assimilate everything around him, but it happened to achieve a kind of confrontation with the darkness of the armored figure.

In the case of Ultraman Ace, Omer wasn't particularly surprised by this.

"Your subordinates?" he asked, and then smiled, "I had a chance encounter with his original form."

"Well... there is another person who may... appear in the last minute."

"Go ahead, it looks like a certain fish monster I know." Omo rubbed the wine glass in his hand and nodded towards Isamara who looked at him over her helmet.

He immediately turned around and said, "But time is urgent, so let's get back to the topic."

"Well..." The armored figure responded cooperatively, "What do you want to ask?"

"Let me think about it...while I think about it, let me confirm the title first."

Raising his hand to twist the bridge of his nose, Omer turned to look at him sitting upright.

"Mr. Ormer Linton, right?"

"...No one has called me that for a long time."

"So what do people call you now?"

"...The King of Beasts."

"Why not add a weird word?"

"Because...it's those angels who shout first."

"Oh, understand."