Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

After all, in Zheng Yi's senses, the overflowing fear was replaced by ordinary people, and the appearance he showed was probably comparable to the unlucky Chang Banpo who was frightened to death by the third master's roar.

Zheng Yi instinctively wanted a few words of comfort to calm down Ace's intense emotions.

however……

"you--"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak suddenly! I didn't mean to accuse you, I just felt that you were wrong, I, I didn't, that, Valeria didn't know anything, yes! She really didn't know anything do not know!"

Stormy waves.

Like Valeria, when Zheng Yi had just opened his mouth and had no time to finish, he slammed a long paragraph of words over his head, but unlike Valeria, Zheng Yi could clearly sense the fear in it and panic.

If the original Ace was like a bad boy who hid in the closet and didn't dare to show his air, then now he is like a bad boy who was taken out of the closet by his parents and faced with silent scowls and sticks.

Afraid of being punished by his parents, he kept his mouth shut and searched for straws to grasp in the chaotic logic.

And in a state like this, often after the child cries hysterically, or shrinks submissively, the words that will finally be uttered will only be...

"Please, don't hit me..."

The human figure crouched down completely with its knees hugged, its already petite body becoming smaller and smaller against the backdrop of the massive ice, the crouched body glowed with light blue light, like the ice edge of the spring stream that might disappear at any moment.

It looked so fragile that it would crack if touched.

Zheng Yi only felt that if this picture was placed in the eyes of unknown people, the setting of himself as a villain might not be able to escape.

Shaking his head and getting rid of those messy thoughts, Zheng Yi finally understood one thing.

To communicate with Ace, he needs a suitable bridge—this is not difficult, because he has a suitable person by his side at the moment.

"I will not attack you, nor will I scold you, Ace, and I have no ill will towards Valeria."

With that said, Zheng Yi slightly raised his palm.

He actually let go when Ace asked, not because he had any thoughts about Valeria and refused to let her go, but after letting go, Valeria herself surrounded his palm with a happy look spin around.

"Valeria, aren't you going to say hello to Ace? It looks like you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Looking at Valeria who was obsessed with circling, Zheng Yi moved his wrist helplessly, reminding this little guy who didn't know whether he was too open-minded or just couldn't concentrate.

[Ace!right!Ace Ace~Ai~S~Wake up~La! 】

Humming an unknown tune, the invisible Valeria flew up as if suddenly enlightened, and rushed towards Ace who was curled up on the ice.

Zheng Yi didn't stop, and didn't make a sound, just watched the scene quietly.

His eyes kept chasing Valeria until Valeria reached the top of Ace, unscrupulously making all kinds of wonderful aerial maneuvers, and using the astonishing speed of speech that seemed to be completely natural. The closed Ace pulled up from the crouched state little by little.

Looking at Valeria and Ace who were communicating with each other in two extremely different language styles, Zheng Yi, for some reason, seemed to be relieved, and slowly relaxed the muscles of his back and legs.

"Leah...don't go, Leah..."

[Don't be afraid, Ace, Zheng Yi's words are fine!Come on come on! 】

On the ice, accompanied by the conversation between Valeria and Ace, a unique scene appeared.

The body made of ice had already shattered, and instead, a huge blue light ball with a diameter comparable to Zheng Yi's height appeared on the ice.

Zheng Yi knew that this was Ace's real body—or, in other words, Ace's real body after disguising his appearance.

This big blue ball of light was dragged by the invisible Valeria on the ice. Valeria, who was only the size of Zheng Yi's palm, actually dragged Ace to the ice at a not slow speed. slide.

At the beginning, Zheng Yi could still hear Ace's weak voice constantly persuading Valeria not to approach Zheng Yi, but as the distance got closer, Ace's voice became weaker.

When he was in front of him, he was completely silent.

Only Valeria was still bouncing around energetically.

[Ace, this is Zheng Yi.Zheng Yi, this is Ace!I'm Valeria!Valeria is me! 】

It returned to Zheng Yi's palm again, and I don't know why, but Valeria seemed to like Zheng Yi's body temperature under the dark sun.

Zheng Yi didn't care, and let Valeria entertain herself. The compound eyes under the crystal turned and looked at Ace in front of him.

"..."

The ball of light retreated back half a meter without a trace.

Zheng Yi sighed, and he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​letting Ace let go of his guard. It is obvious that this little guy is not simply shy of strangers, but at this point it is almost certain that he has suffered psychological trauma or shadows.

In that case, rashly trying to get closer will only stimulate the other party to stay away.

"I reiterate that I have no malicious intentions... It seems that there is no need. I really just want to ask a few questions. After I get the answer, I will leave here, so don't be nervous, Ace."

Zheng Yi raised his head and glanced at the void where Valeria flew down just now: "First, I want to know what is the hallway of the Holy Spirit. Second, Valeria, you just said that the three uncles went to the place where the Holy God is sleeping. place, how do I get there? Third..."

He looks at Ace.

"Besides you, are there two other similar guardians?"

Joy, anger, sorrow and fear.

If Valeria is joy and Ace is fear, does it mean that there are two individuals that symbolize anger and sorrow?

If it really exists... then what does [unable to gather] mean?

Recalling the scene when Valeria and Ace came into contact just now without any vision happening, Zheng Yi rubbed his fingers.

There is too little information, and the hint given by Xiao Hei has been confirmed, but the answer will not be found for a while.

"Other guardians..."

Hearing Zheng Yi's inquiry, Ace's voice showed some hesitation.

Immediately, a stream of light blue light suddenly flowed from Ace's body, slowly enveloping Valeria who was having fun in Zheng Yi's palm.

Zheng Yi didn't stop him, he didn't sense any malice, and——

"Thank you……"

"I can understand."

Seeing Valeria, who was wrapped in the blue light stream and the energy reaction all over her body quickly calmed down, lying quietly in her palm like a sleeping child, Zheng Yi shook his head lightly: "Some You have to listen to one person and talk to one person about things.”

Zheng Yi's answer and Valeria's deep sleep seemed to have finally made Ace relax a bit. Although the surge of fear in his body had not disappeared, at least he was no longer as frightened as before.

After Zheng Yi waited patiently, after ten seconds of silence, Ace spoke again in a trembling voice.

"The title of guardian is actually inappropriate...We, I, Valeria, Liu, and Sarutobi, are not guardians."

"Here is the grave."

The fear in Ace's voice has changed. If the communication with Zheng Yi before was the vigilance and fear of strangers, then at this moment, the smell is obviously the fear of horrible memories.

"We... are nothing but the sacrificial objects of the Holy Spirit."

PS:

first change

I'll mess with it

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

After looking around at the surrounding scene and confirming that there is no error in the information description obtained before, Molten's feet left the stone slab under his feet, and indeed set foot on the solid ground.

After taking off the communication equipment that was originally on the ear, a little silver-gray liquid product oozes out of Molten's tight combat suit. These things gather and condense on Molten's palm, finally forming a fingernail-sized Metal sheets.

Melting Fire stuffed it behind the ear, and the metal piece actually pierced Melting Fire's skin and embedded it.

After wiping off a little blood behind his ear, Molten made a sound expressionlessly.

"Blueberry, this is Molten Fire. It has been confirmed that it has entered the designated area, and the integrity of the communication system is being confirmed."

After a few seconds of silence, a voice that only he could hear came from Molten's ears.

"You made a mistake, this is M Ji, but I'm here, why don't you order a fried chicken drumstick takeaway?"

It was a rather frivolous young voice, and the words were mixed with some crisp sounds like chewing something from time to time, clicking, clicking, and scratching.

However, in the face of the inexplicable response, Molten didn't have any hesitation or doubts, but calmly replied: "I confirm that the communication is correct. I'm glad to hear your voice, Andersen."

"Tsk, I don't want to hear the voice of your robot at all, smelly and hard iron lump."

The person on the communication side, or rather, the second columnist of the United Federation [Andersen] smacked his lips in a rather violent way, and his strong guttural voice was full of disgust and irritability that the provocation could not be responded to.

It seems that under the influence of this kind of emotion, the crackling sound mixed in the words suddenly increased, and there was a taste of deliberately wanting to make noise and melt.

Molten didn't respond to this, as if what he heard wasn't such an undisguised disgust, but just a normal and normal battle communication.

"Please advise."

"What are the instructions? Didn't I show you the map before? That's why it's disgusting to say that your brains and eyes are full of waste paper. If you have time to deal with these fancy things, why don't you come and help me post the outlets? I'm really Enough is enough, why do I have to sit at the same table with you bastards who are ambitious but not capable? Yes, I’m talking about you, how many times have I told you that I only eat plain and wasabi flavors? , why did you buy... let me see... chopped pepper fish head? Did your eyes get smoked by the smell of fish when you were cooking yesterday?"

The cadenced and emotionally rich words poured out at a steady and fast speed.

Accompanied by increasingly high-pitched accusations and extremely penetrating reprimands, based on exquisite language art, Melting Fire appreciated Andersen's on-the-spot dictation and creation of an article about the United Federal Leadership Group in just a few tens of seconds. Great speeches by How Incompetent and Molten How Brainless.

Quoting classics, perfect grammar, reasonable rhetoric, and even examples without repetition.

What was mixed in this turbulent denunciation was the accompaniment of Andersen chewing potato chips unscrupulously.

Molten didn't make a sound to stop it.

This traditional fighter, who always puts the mission first, showed unusual patience at this time. He just quietly turned around and looked at the passage where he and his partner had just entered - a circular stone slab with a diameter of about five meters.

On the stone slab, there is a green pattern carved, the strokes are simple but vivid, it seems to be some kind of unknown creature with mischievous and cheerful temperament.

Finally, after nearly a minute and a half, Andersen over there smacked his lips again, and said lazily: "The painting is finished, don't ask me for this kind of thing next time, you have to sit with such a beastly thing." Together, I have goosebumps all over my body, thanks to Molten Fire, you didn’t spit out old blood to kill this thing. When you read Yanhuang Republic’s traditional martial arts novels last time, didn’t you say that you hate demons and heretics the most? Isn’t this thing a typical example? The evil heretics?"

"Oh, it makes me sad when you say that. Your Excellency Andersen, I also cooperate with you with sincerity. Look, hasn't everything gone well so far? How about entrusting me with more trust?"

"Ha ha."

Andersen's laughter was the last sound he uttered, only the clatter of two potato chips colliding with the packaging bag came from the communicator, followed by the familiar Andersen's footsteps going away.

"Then Mr. Molten, I will guide you from now on. Mr. Andersen has already completed his task. Unfortunately, I don't seem to be very popular with him. Since he is busy, I won't bother him."

The young male voice who suddenly inserted the conversation between the two replaced Andersen. The helplessness and sadness in the words were exaggerated like poor actors in musicals and stage plays, and there was a sense of unreality that was too much force.

But for Molten, it doesn't seem to matter.

He just repeated calmly like a robot that needs to input instructions: "Please instruct."