A few minutes ago.

The card box had long since stopped trembling, and Ormer's gaze fell on the moment when the fragments flew with the broken rock, and the pitch black did not change.

That premonition was clear.

Narita Hakuhito's explosive skill [Shadow Break] can speed up and even explode sharply with monster-like power when catching up in the final corner, and at the same time, the darkness that blooms for a moment will be broken by her footsteps-

- This is common knowledge for Omer, who knows most of the Jockey's written profiles.

In particular, Narita Hakuhito was active in the arena when he first began to think about betting on horses.

Of course, at that time, the success rate of Omer's horse betting was still very worrisome, and the prediction of imperfect basic data was destined to be unreliable.

While Omer doesn't want to be that quick to judge, the schedule isn't slowing down with the speed of his data research.

If you should make a judgment, you must make a judgment, even if you don't have enough of it.

That's why I send a lot.

And betting on Narita Bairen was the main source of winning rate at that time.

Unfortunately, this is not something to be proud of.

Because Narita Bairen's excellent results are an open fact, so that its odds can only be described as tragic - betting that she can only earn some pocket money if she wins, but there are many people who expect her to lose,

Omer didn't join that either, as he was just starting to gamble on horses and still had enough respect for the racers because he had dreamed of being a horse racer earlier.

Coupled with his usual caution and relative conservatism, he felt that earning a little pocket money was more stable than the surprise of suddenly winning the jackpot.

The steps should be taken step by step, and the city of heaven was the first time in his life that he had made a big stride.

Although the trouser leg jumped off the line, it was not convenient to meet people for the time being, but fortunately, I didn't pull the egg.

But then again, even though Narita Hakuhito showed stability and strength, Omo still collected a lot of information about Narita Hakuhito in order to strengthen his self-confidence.

Not even some short-lived gossip was spared.

It's hard to tell if it's true or not, and even now, there aren't many things that can be proven from all kinds of information over the years.

But it is only with that 'shadow' that Omer can generalize from what he can call a convicted cognition.

[An energy aggregate constructed by negative emotions, which does not have intelligence, but has an instinct-like stress response due to the ingredients]

After all, it is made up of emotions, and it will naturally act in accordance with those emotions themselves, and the reason why they first entangled Narita Bairen is unknown, but Narita Bairen's own emotions and the emotions of others who have come into contact with her undoubtedly contribute to its existence, and the emotional composition of its encompassing emotions is no longer distinguishable.

It's familiar, Omer is so familiar, it's like you're back in the exam room.

It was as familiar as if it belonged to the body of the beast.

Complex and diverse, intertwined black emotions, a collection of black emotions pressed by will.

Narita Hakuhito... Perhaps she has the same potential to harness the power of monsters as he does, but only if she is recognized by the beta system, of course.

Otherwise, the potential to be a venom owner may also be there (crossed out).

As for why the outbreak can cause a momentary palpitation and even the flutter of the card box...

Omer's fingers in his trouser pocket rubbed the card case, as if to feel the cold metallic texture, and as if to soothe the silent card.

Is that so?

He asked in his heart.

A king of water, an Ultraman killer, how fierce your darkness and madness are, why care about the roar of that little beast?

The absence of will and instinct is the problem, like an ancient machine lacking flexibility.

Luckily, it was only for a moment... I'll have to pay extra attention to this negative energy product... Aumer thought to himself, and as far as his eyes could see, the two racers were talking in the distance.

Seeing that Narita Bairen seemed to be a little uneasy and turned his head to this side, Omer beckoned Bi Ze and David on the side.

"Don't look at it, it's over there, let's go the other way."

In order to avoid suspicion in front of him, he even deliberately said that he would wait until Narita Bairen turned around, then pulled the brim of his hat and took the first step.

And Bi Ze was still on the spot and said indignantly:

"How do you know!"

"I think they can still fight, and the horse racing lady's physical strength will not be so trampant!"

Many passers-by on the side also immediately cast approving glances, but their approval was meaningless, and when Pipa Chenguang stepped forward, everyone could see that the duel was over.

And the reporters in the crowd have already begun to gear up, ready to rush to the first opportunity.

Bi Ze, who was walking on the road and didn't pay attention to looking back, saw that David and Omo had already gone far away, and they had to follow quickly.

Keeping up with him began to try to persuade him to turn back:

"I said David just follow you and forget it, don't you plan to take the opportunity to talk to you? Didn't you get an invitation from Traison? I've heard that Narita Hakuren isn't a lot of people at Traeson Academy, and he's haunted all day long. ”

"Is this necessary? Especially in this terrible environment. ”

Omer's eyes were full of surprise and pity: "If you want to be on the lace news, I can cheer you on and help you." ”

"Forget it then," Bi Ze shrunk his head, "but what do you want us to see?" ”

"Look at this."

As he spoke, a menu popped up in the air with his fingers, and then his fingers connected the dots, and a flying knife with a flow of light appeared in the air and was pinched in his hand, spinning smoothly, turning into a silver light in his hand.

Straight into the middle of the target fifteen meters away.

“……”x2。

This hand directly silenced Bi Ze and David together.

It's just that the latter exclaimed after less than three seconds: "Awesome! You still have this hand?! ”

As he spoke, the distant target had already slid along the track on the ground towards the three of them, almost instantaneously.

Mature targets will come to the user after the projection, allowing the user to observe the results.

At this moment, the distance was enough for the three of them to observe clearly, and they could see that the blade of the flying knife was completely submerged in the sisal target.

"This power..."David raised his hand and pulled out the flying knife, observing the three-inch smooth blade surface, and found that the flying knife was collapsing and dissipating, and a warning screen of 'no authority' appeared in front of him.

This was a little embarrassing, but when he looked at the usual Omer, David patted him on the back cheerfully, "No wonder you said you came to be a mercenary, so you are so strong?" ”

"Recent."

Ao Mo smiled, and had to admit that although this kind of pulling his brother over and pretending to be forced was cliché, it did have a considerable sense of satisfaction, but he didn't plan to continue, but after looking at the crowd in the distance, he continued to take steps and further distance.

There were still a handful of dedicated trainers in the training ground, which was divided into several terrains, and Omer was moving closer to them.

By the way, he glanced at Bi Ze, who had been talking and stopped: "You can ask one by one." ”

"That first move?" Bi Ze seemed to be waiting for his words, and spoke quickly.

"The gestures set in advance, like the graphic unlock on the phone, here are the transfer menus." Omer replied.

"And the trade-off knives just now?" "It's okay to weigh the throwing knives, I almost didn't understand."

Thanks to the power of the 'non-existent memory', Omo was able to understand the other party's unique term that belonged to a certain game, and Bi Ze himself realized it later, and more clearly understood that the gift of 'being crossed' that Omer had mentioned in the chat software was indeed delivered.

"I used to have this accuracy, but I could only hit within eight meters, and now you see it?"

"That's too much of an improvement, isn't it?" Bizer stares at Omer with the same eyes as he looks at an alien creature, as has been the case in the past when Ömer stares at Beacon.

"That's why—" At this point, Omer's voice was accompanied by a dull reverberant glitch quality.

Bi Ze subconsciously took two steps back, and David was about to activate the lumbar neuralgia-like chip acceleration effect the moment he stopped, staring at the tall figure surrounded by the magic light that had not yet been completely scattered, and heard the second half of the sentence that was gradually elongated by his perception:

"—I'm going to show you."

“……”

It doesn't seem to be out of control, is it that I overreacted?

David hurriedly curbed the chip that accelerated nerve transmission and slowed down time in disguise, looked at the tall and hideous figure intertwined with silver and black, and tried to ask, "Omer?" ”

It was a tall demon who looked to be more than two and a half meters tall even if it wasn't a double horn and a tail.

It has a metallic luster, silver cuticle scales all over the upper body, and even the wings that are naturally folded and hung down, and the whole body is gathered around the body like the hem of a silver trench coat.

But the lower body seemed to be soaked in ink, from the waist down to the heels, it was occupied by pitch black.

Only the back of the calf, which stretched like a bone spur, shone with six symmetrical silver rays like breathing, just like the irregular crack in the chest like a black crescent. The condensed and accumulated white flowers echo each other in the same rhythm.

A steady flicker, one bright and one dark, like an engine vent containing flames.

That's the trajectory of magic.

The demonic power of the whole body will gather in the heart, and its trajectory will turn into a special pattern on the chest, and this anomaly will also appear in the wings, the long spiked tail behind him, and the pale claws and fingertips.

David and Bizer didn't understand these structural details, and for them, Omer just talked to them as they walked, and suddenly the whole person was several times bigger, much taller, and even his face became completely inhuman.

The face seemed to be covered with a demonic silver visor, a pair of silver horns that spiraled from the sides of the head and peeked upwards were hollow at the end, and the hollow burned with pitch-black flames, the outline of which was like candlelight, but it formed a perfect sharp outline with the silver horn itself.

The blood-colored eyeholes were filled with black flames that matched the ends of the sharp corners, and together with the dents at the edges of the eyelets, they created a visual impression of 'scrutiny'.

“... Was there a man in your family whose ancestors was called Sparta? ”

After looking at it for a long time, Bi Ze couldn't help but come out with this sentence.

Hell, Ormo also understands it, in fact, he had such an idea when he was a demon and admired the style.

Moreover, this kind of human flavor is too little, and even the face is closer to the head shape of the demon than the human, which completely belongs to the type of Dante and Virgil in the memory of the five generations of true demons, and not like Nero who has delicate facial features that are roughly the same as those of humans.

But I have to say that even Virgil's gas stove head is not as weird as his operation of double horn wax, especially since the fire is still black.

"I'm not sure, my family expelled my father a long time ago, let alone recognized me as an impure bloodline..."He wanted to say mongrel, just a non-insulting, biological word, but he thought that he might be comforted by this word in front of these two people, so forget it.

The slender and sharp tail like a bone cone behind him also fell slightly—this was probably the only characteristic that Ormer had created for himself in the image of the demon he had fabricated for himself in the online world.

But what he pinched for himself was a solid color, not this dense and dizzying silver moon pattern that spread black from his waist to the point and then turned into a slight rhythm and glow.

The train of thought is crooked again...

Omer, who returned to the topic of family, thought about it and added:

"And my adoptive father said that the demonic form of my father's vein is indeed this style."

Unlike the simple miscellaneous fish of traditional demons, it looks like an elite monster or even the level of the Four Heavenly Kings, but the quality is uneven.

As a vampire who had beaten Ommer's relatives, his adoptive father's evaluation belonged to the gold content of the party.

"And what about you?"

After listening for a while, his eyes changed from hesitation at the beginning to careful observation, and David, whose eyes were shining, seemed to feel that Omer's demonization was very much in line with his aesthetics of inhuman monsters.

And after taking a closer look at the shape, it's time to ask about ability, and David also understands that Omer is here to show them this, so he is naturally looking forward to it.

Then he saw that the other party had manifested a flying knife in his hand, probably because he was lazy and quite consistent with the shape generated by the previous system.

Then, when the two of them looked at the distance and strength that appeared on the light screen next to the target, Omer slid his claws again, and his fingertips connected the dots.

A long sword condensed with brilliance was fiercely pierced out by him in his hand, piercing another large target at the same distance with an even more ferocious momentum, and the light screen that popped up directly showed its speed and strength.

This movement was too fast, and neither of them could react, both of them were still blowing their cheeks and hair by the strong wind, and Omer was reunited in his hands, as if he was going to perform some magic.

After all, he can't always lose things, as if lv.10 beats a big lobster, Lv.20 beats a big lobster, and Lv.30 beats a big lobster with big wings to change color.

But when the magic circle was initially outlined, it was suddenly dispersed by him, and he instead reached out and wrapped his arms around the two of them, which fortunately had no bone spurs.

At that moment, the wings stretched out, and a blazing silver burst out from the gaps in the scales behind him, distorting the air and bringing a strong thrust.

Before a group of reporters could surround him, the demon rose from the ground with the two of them shouting one frightened and one excited, leaving behind a few eager flashing lights.

Once Omer commented, it's a pity that his demon transformation doesn't have any special abilities except for the increase in the upper limit of the blue bar.

This is true, but the improvement of strength, speed, and reflexes in this form is too much for the beast level.

As he commented at the beginning, which was close to complaining:

Very Showa transformation people.