The familiar pool of blood,

The familiar two-headed monster,

Familiar symphonic vocal background music,

And what you are not familiar with is probably only the field of vision.

Omer's vision is quite short, and he is often washed in the face by blood, but this is also a matter of course.

After all, this is the vision of a mouse.

Well, a rat the size of a suitcase.

In this world, which is not so much a tribute as an understanding of unique fanworks, it is not difficult to find such a temporary camera.

Zombie dogs, fierce and brutal stray dogs, rats with abnormal sizes, and even other evil animals are all common ecology in this world.

As for why rats were chosen instead of dogs, it is simply that there are more rats than dogs in this area.

One camera is enough, and it's not to watch the horse race, and there will be no new gain from a few more camera perspectives.

After all, he didn't plan to fight, let alone fight the taciturn trialist.

The Trialist was indeed reticent, and for that matter, Omer admired him.

The movements during the battle are also concise, smooth, and efficient, which is why he thinks the opponent is good at calculation.

If you are not good at calculation, you will not be able to use the complex combination of composite armor.

But is that gear custom-made?

The big rat by the blood pool reflected the struggle between the young man and the monster in his eyes, and it was clear that the appearance of both sides showed a bit of retro style, but the result was that one side was carrying a hot arsenal, and the other side was able to spew out a giant laser pillar from its mouth.

You two are really sleeping dragons and phoenixes, and the contrast in the painting style is the same painting style.

Omer thought to himself, and his attention returned to the Pengli in front of him. Tavel's follow-up record is reported on.

Obviously, he took advantage of the fact that others were fighting the boss to build around the rear again, and at the same time verified his conjectures one by one.

The first is that the place where he felt there was a wall of air before was unsealed as soon as the trialist approached.

And then... These descriptions and materials for promoting exhibits are really upgraded according to the tests of the trialists.

At this moment, two columns of giant beasts and a column of rare small beasts that seemed to be original products had appeared in the monster sales table under the black flame moonlight of the demons.

However, this did not arouse the interest of Ormer, because almost all of the names and pictures in the two lists of great monsters are the same as the original imitation of the Red Lord, which is a parody of Kusha Fury.

Much like the goal of the experiment that Natoko was in charge of, Yugel seems to be focused on creating monsters on its own, rather than collecting and capturing them.

But it's just a matter of creating their own, they don't seem to be original, they all imitate in the direction where the reference archetype can be clearly seen.

Ormo had already seen the monsters that were suspected to be King Red, Gomorrah, and the Twin Guards, and they had all changed their names.

Their direction of reference is not even just tokusatsu , the second column of the list contains monsters that are quite similar in appearance to the male fire dragon and Giratina.

Is it a subspecies or two monsters here?

I don't plan to be original at all, do I?

It's good that I didn't see the features that were relatively stitched, otherwise Ormo would have commented on where this was a Tyrannosaurus rex transformer.

The kind that will point at the Chimera and shout at the original.

Omer didn't plan to buy the monster either, so he was even less interested when he saw that there was no real thing here, but aside from the list of goods, the researcher's notes he found gave the actual time of a certain stage.

There is enough time for one stage, and the time for cobbling together all the test records with the notes of Dongzi Zhenren is enough to piece together all the test records, as well as ...... The fact that the monster exhibit is in early July.

That hasn't been around for a few days... Let's gather information tomorrow, Omer thought to himself.

His interest in this thing is much stronger than what monster trade, what monster research, and the follow-up notes are all for time calculation and exhibition information.

Unfortunately, there is no information......

Shomming the record back into its place, and then focusing on the vision of the big mouse, Omer happened to witness Ludwig's final revolt.

Unlike Omer, who directly killed the opponent with the Mao Moonlight Great Sword without a weapon, the trialist who was taciturn and didn't even use the battle cry a few times when he exerted his strength, obviously only fancy the weapons he brought.

The beam cannon extended by the combination directly hit Ludwig who pulled out the long sword behind his back in the second stage, and the blade light was crushed by the ray, only the aftermath impacted, causing Ormer's shared vision to collapse suddenly!

Rat, rat, I, I really sent it.

"Send it, send it..."

The clash of palms between the scales shook not only the ashes, but also the sparks, and Omer only patted them symbolically, and then set off towards the phantom.

The sound of the trialist's footsteps was also clear, and this time it was not far away, after all, it was a straight road, and he was not allowed to turn around.

It's not over after beating Ludwig......

The shadow of the manifestation of magic covered the silver and black demons and phantoms, and the trialist who rushed through the door of the room paused slightly, and the feeling of being watched was closer than ever.

At the same time, the magic detector on his back was vibrating non-stop.

Ta is here, not far away.

“……”

The footsteps continued, towards the next trial, and he did not want to make a fuss at the thought that the commander had been entrusted with an urgent matter.

And when his footsteps were gone, a touch of silver appeared in the shadow like the hem of a trench coat.

He's really in a hurry... Walking out the door and looking in the direction the other party was running, Omer thought to himself.

.

It's like recording a speedrun.

Standing in the pale moonlight, Omer watched as the young man once again triumphed over his enemy, turning into a streamer of light that soared into the sky.

As always, the trialist didn't choose to probe around, rushing to respond to the high level of the light screen.

It's like being anxious to meet the real host, or resisting the freedom of activity without the guidance of a light screen.

It shouldn't be the latter... Ormer habitually sketches the two 'most likely', but also finds the latter unrealistic.

However, I really didn't expect that this world would temporarily open up a decisive battle, and I didn't expect that after the final battle, there would be a higher reception space.

Omer walked out of the dilapidated hut with the phantom, and he looked up at the moonlit night that was being bridged, and he carried three books in his hand, wondering if he should go back.

The first night of harvest so much has exceeded expectations. However, the end of this proving ground is not here, but somewhere above the dream, and it is beyond expectations.

Under such a premise, should we give up our covert actions and rush into their deliberations...... Ormer habitually disregarded such radicalism, and before he could reach a conclusion, the phantom moved.

It can make it take the initiative to respond to the lack of self like AI, and it can only be violently stimulated around it.

For example, a giant beast that suddenly appears falls right above the heads of the two of them.

Even three seconds later, the trialist who should have been picked up was 'sent' back—

- Greet the big feet on the other side.

What does this do?

Dragged away by the shocked phantom, Omer didn't resist, only this time he inevitably met the trialist's eyes.

By the way, he also threw out a mage's hand that slightly increased his output.

Then he saw a tall bright silver hand slap away the stunned trialist, and the huge soles of his feet imprinted his original location.

"Can you stand up?"

The rebel grabbed the illusory arm, and with a single step, he spread his wings and sprayed flames, and Omer was almost at the trialist's side in the next second.

At this time, he should reach out again to show kindness, but Omer does not feel that he should rush to reach out at this moment.

Probably it will be used as an attack starter, right? His own threatening claws.

"Yes."

The trialist looked unharmed, and quickly got up and distanced himself from him.

"But who are you?"

The devil man with a ghost fire in his eyes is really difficult to calm down at first sight.

"You can call me a snake."

"Li, you can call me Li."

“？” The demon man looked at the white-haired and blue-eyed guy, and then glanced at the negative energy monster not far away, "You think this name is as perfunctory as I do. ”

"I've been using this code name." didn't complain about the other party's self-revealing speech, and stared at the monster that was not far away, as if he was walking, and never looked down at this side.

"Coincidentally, I've always used that title."

This terrifying-looking guy didn't speak as solemnly and hideously as he looked, but he also felt that there was no hostility or threat in his gaze, and although he cared very much about the black horse girl beside him, he still went straight to the point:

"Are you a manager?"

"Do you think I look like it? I also wanted to ask how you got left behind. ”

"You're not? Then you are ......"

"Roaring !!!"

The sudden roar caused the three to turn their heads and look at the giant beast that also suddenly appeared, it was the 'Gomorrah Two Monsters' that Omo had complained about in his heart.

As if he was provoking a negative energy monster.

"Alright... I think I know why you were thrown off. ”

Ormer looked back at him.

"How about we get the distance first? By the way? ”

(End of chapter)