The villain knight doesn't want to be a hero

"Yes... but what's the problem?"

If the subordinates are afraid of the superiors, it should not appear in the children in the outer areas. They may not even know what the three words "Holy Emperor" mean, let alone other things.

After a moment of silence, Matsuzaki sighed and said with some sadness: "Mr. Satomi, you are a good person. Although we have only been together for a short time, I can see that you are a very gentle person. You can be gentle even to these children. treat."

"But this world is not full of people like you, Miss Kisara, and Mr. Qiao. People in the plundered era were too cruel to them."

He was stunned: "Excuse me, what does this mean?"

Matsuzaki sighed affectionately and continued: "About three or four years ago, people wearing the same clothes as you came to the outer area and shot these children with guns."

The same clothes...Does that mean they are the escort of the Holy Emperor?

The almost obvious conclusion sent shivers down Satomi Rentaro's back.

There is no need to even think about whether someone else is pretending to be someone else - because there is absolutely no need to do so.

After all, shooting a cursed son who didn't even have a household registration was not a black mark at all for the top government officials. Even in the eyes of some extreme haters, it was a "noble" act worthy of commendation.

"But with Lord Spider, those people never came again."

This is what a black-haired child said suddenly.

"Lord Spider?"

"Ah, it's a legend among children, but because I'm old and my legs are not very agile, I rarely go out, so I haven't seen it."

"I heard from them that he was a man wearing golden armor. He probably looked like this..."

After rummaging around on the table for a while, he took out a painting that was clearly written by a child, Matsuzaki explained.

"It is said that that person not only drove away the bad guys who persecuted the children, but also used only one day to completely eliminate all the gasterozoans left in the outer area after the Second Kanto Campaign."

So strong!

This was Satomi Rentaro's first thought after hearing this. As the adopted son of the Tendo family, he still had a deep understanding of that war.

The most troublesome thing after the war was not actually the reconstruction work. After all, the main battlefield was in the outer area, and there was no need to rebuild that area.

The real trouble is to clear out the primitive gut organisms left in the outer area and hidden in every corner.

At that time, the predecessors of the Holy Emperor and Tendo Kikunochori had already prepared a considerable amount of funds as rewards, and offered a bounty to the police office for those gastral organisms... although they were of no use in the end.

Now it seems the truth has been revealed.

"Satomi?"

"Sorry, I was a little distracted." Returning the children's painting in his hand to Matsuzaki, he looked at Kisara seriously.

"I remember, Miss Kisara, your memory was erased by a spider man, right?"

"Indeed it is....."

She shook her head with some pity. She naturally knew what Rentaro Rentaro wanted to say. After all, she had already known what was going on here.

"Although it's still a spider, the difference between the spider man in my memory and the painting is still quite big."

One is gold and the other is red, the difference is obvious...probably like her, he was an experimental subject who escaped after being kidnapped by that mysterious organization.

It's a pity that no one can be found now.

"Speaking of which, where is Mr. Qiao? I don't seem to have seen him this time."

Matsuzaki pushed up the round glasses on his face and asked suddenly.

The children around him also looked at Kisara expectantly.

"As for him... he has something to do for the time being... maybe he will arrive a little later, right?"

"Eh~~~?"

The young girls around them all made dissatisfied sounds.

The pitiful look made Miss Ge unable to bear the sight of everyone.

'But speaking of it, that guy is indeed a little too slow...'

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. It had been so long, so she couldn't really encounter any problems, right?

Just when she was hesitating to call and ask, her cell phone rang.

——It’s Lin Qiao.

Press the answer button and put it to your ear,

"Hello? What a coincidence? What's wrong?"

"Kisara, I have arrived at the place you just mentioned...Although the police car is parked outside, the two policemen you mentioned are not here."

"No?"

Could it be that he woke up?But it's not right. The police car is obviously still parked in the same place. There is no reason why the car is left after the person left.

At this moment, a familiar alarm sound suddenly came from the phone.

"Battler?"

Is this the time?

But when she saw the location clearly, her purple pupils shrank suddenly.

At the same time, there was a shaking sound outside, and then a panicked girl ran over.

"Kisara-nee! There's a monster outside!"

Chapter 199 One versus two, salute!

boom--!boom--!

Two sluggers were wreaking havoc around the perimeter.

They are completely irrational and regard almost everything in front of them as a target of destruction.

Strong Slammer vs. Compression Slammer.

When Kisara and Satomi Rentaro arrived, they were venting their destructive desire on the surrounding ground.

Both slammers are extremely good at melee combat. They can tear the ground apart with just one punch, exposing the moist soil to the air.

Fortunately, they were far away from the area where the children lived, so they did not destroy the crops that the children had worked so hard to grow.

"Black...Slammer? And so big."

Satomi Rentaro swallowed.

There is no bright paint on the body like the Slammer that appeared before, instead it is depressingly black.

Not only that, these two slammers are also several times taller than ordinary slammers.

Although it was a type that he had fought against before, the difference in size and appearance from the previous individuals still made Kisara frown.

It's almost visibly powerful.

"But what you have to do won't change."

He took out the building driver he carried with him and put it on his waist. He strode towards the two enhanced giant slammers and at the same time, he stopped Rentaro Satomi who wanted to come up to help with a serious look on his face.

"Satomi, please help get Mr. Matsuzaki and those children out of here. This time the opponent is unexpectedly difficult."

"Well, I see."

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to retreat.

Although his hammered prosthetic limbs give him combat power far beyond that of ordinary people, facing a monster like the Slammer, which is completely a piece of iron, the effect he can have is extremely limited... let alone the current situation. These two are still enhanced types.

The only one who can defeat them is Kamen Rider Tendo Kisara.

Seeing the other party retreating, Ki Geng also breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes narrowed, holding the Samurai Bottle and the Bo Bottle in his left and right hands respectively.

"Samurai (Samurai)!"

"Varanium!"

"Best Match!"

As the girl began to turn the joystick on the driver, a transparent pipe extended from the driver, and the unknown gel-like object filled inside formed red and black armor.

"Are You Ready?"

"Ah, it's ready, Henshin!"

As she finished speaking, the two half-body armors one behind the other quickly closed together, fitting tightly to the body and merging into a complete armor.

"Dark Swordsman!"

"SamuraiVaranium!"

"Yeah!"

The right hand held a pitch-black full-bottle cutting sword, and the other hand gently wiped the blade and made a swinging motion.

Facing Kisara who had already transformed, two giant slammers like hills rushed forward while making some kind of painful sound.

Heavy footsteps sink deeply into the ground with every step.

Ki Geng jumped up high with great force, and slashed at the two attackers with his sword.

Boom-boom-!

It was almost impossible for ordinary people to catch it with the naked eye, and sparks flashed across the chests of the two attackers.

But they didn't retreat at all.

As if they felt no pain, the two slammers continued to charge towards Kisara with unabated force.

The huge metal fist struck her in the air, unable to dodge, with a sound of breaking through the air.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Kisara immediately raised his hands to protect his chest.

boom!

"cough......"

She moaned involuntarily, and her body drew a long trajectory on the ground. Although she had prepared a defense in advance, she still felt considerable pain.

"Sure enough, it is much stronger than the previous individual."

He quickly adjusted his posture and looked at the slash that only caused a slight wound. Kisara frowned under his visor.

The hardness is much stronger than the previous slammer, and the destructive power has also increased a lot with the increase in size...but it is not unbearable.

Jumping to the side, a fist almost half the size of a man hit the ground with a roar, and countless pieces of soil were blown into the air.

That force even made Rentaro Satomi, who was hiding far away, feel his feet shaking.

The children around who saw this terrible monster for the first time had expressions of fear and horror on their faces.

Superheroes versus monsters will certainly make people cheer when shown on the movie screen, but if it happens in reality, it will be more spine-chilling horror than heart-pounding.

Even adults would be frightened by the scene before them, let alone a group of children with insufficient mental development?

Some children were already crying because of this, and the cries were like a contagious plague, causing more children to be infected with sadness and fear, causing Satomi Rentaro and Matsuzaki to panic for a moment.

But in such an environment, two strange voices stood out.

"Come on! Kisara!"

"Kaa... Kaa! Ms. Kisara...!"

One was full of energy, and the other, although a little timid, was still shouting with all his strength.

To be honest, this is not a good choice. Making noise on such a dangerous battlefield makes you an easy target for attackers.

but......

"come on!"

"Come on, Kisara-nee!"

"Don't lose! Kamen Rider!"

As long as one person starts something, there will always be followers.

More and more shouts came and reached Ki Geng's ears.

"In this case, I can only work harder!"