"You're... Omer. Linton? ”

A question broke the stagnant world.

Although the voices of the monstrous beasts and colossus statues are extremely hoarse and terrifying, the fact that they can ask questions in human language also means that there is a possibility of "communication".

No one here will be scared because of the voice, but compared to the person who was questioned, the monster envoy who still has the consciousness in the body of the biting and chewing 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 manipulating the Falling Flower Flowing Water Monster before, turned their heads to look at their companions who were also stunned.

"What do you think? Sink. ”

The bespectacled youth looked up at the prisms around him, and those prisms responded in the next moment: "Wait and see how it changes......

"Well, anyway, let's keep Pong and Bourbeinde away from here, this black fog should also be harmful to the human body."

The young man nodded, and his words made the half-red-haired young man move his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he was intercepted by an amplified voice outside.

"If I say yes, what are you going to do?"

The heavy and massive dragon raised its head, and in the dark blue pupils, blood-colored concentric circles belonging to the mechanical structure flashed white dots.

It's all information.

While responding to the other party, Nijkalis is also processing on-site information.

Statistics on the number of corps, analysis of energy detection, distribution of their respective positions, and calculation and replacement of various breakout schemes.

“… Truce, I'll get out of here. ”

“？”

This is really a special answer, even if Omer also divides the computing power to simulate the other party's possible answers, the simulation only gives the other party a 4% chance of this answer.

But now, that 4% possibility is a reality.

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

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this is some kind of trap, even if the opponent has an impressive-looking puppet lineup, but still wants to win without blood.

So he was still tense and ready for the other party's surprise attack.

But when he saw the black mist, he moved back and retracted, and disappeared at the end.

And those huge figures also dissipated one after another in the abruptly liberated sunshine.

Leave behind the potholes that had been eroded by the black mist and trampled by heavy figures.

and—

At the end of the black mist, a figure with dark armor and a dark red cloak was left behind.

The outfit - the one that only had a pale chest and a skull with a pale color, and the metal chain used for fixing it was the dark armor of the pale moon rings.

Even in the sunlight, it was still too dark to see other details, and the eyeholes of the helmet with two sharp corners swayed with blood.

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

"Wait!"

With that shout, the huge dragon collapsed into black mist in an instant, and on the side of the armored figure, small squares were forming the figure of a young man in a suit.

"Do you have time? I want to talk. Omer asked.

The fingers that hang naturally also press the bracelet.

“…”

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

He then lifted the sharp finger that was also attached to the armor.

The fingertips fluctuated with the familiar chaos, like the situation when he used Yabror to shuttle, but from them came the sound that made his eyes widen slightly.

"Oh! Connected! It's really connected, guinea pig-kun, are you going back with those two women? It was more than ten minutes earlier than expected. ”

Familiar timbre, familiar tone and title, but before Ormer could speak, the figure had already withdrawn its fingertips.

The disturbed spatial fluctuations are thus smoothed out.

"You heard... Ten minutes. The figure said.

The husky and deep timbre sounded so unfamiliar, but it was so unexpectedly familiar.

"You only... Ten minutes......" he said, turning his head 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 turned around, "Let's change places......

"Any recommendations?" Omer is as good as a stream.

“…… Follow me. As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the space fluctuated again, revealing a dark purple vortex that was a man tall.

"Go to a subordinate......"

.

At the same time, in front of Gagula.

"Shen ——! Mr. Ten Drivers!! ”

The falling flower and flowing water monster Bourbeinde, a powerful monster that can only be controlled by the monster and the monster snake and the monster raccoon dog together, but at this moment, it was manipulated by this brown-haired and golden-eyed boy alone, and ran to the mouth-chewing monster Gagula.

"Everyone's okay!" The young man probed, holding the flipper-like horn in the middle of the top of Bourbeinde's forehead, "I was rampage with Bourbeinde in the black fog before, I couldn't see anything clearly, I couldn't hear anything, and I thought... I thought everyone was ......"

"It sounds like those black mist are just as evil as they look," there was no doubt that half of his red-haired youth crawled out of Gagula's gaping mouth, "and even the sound can be hidden?" ”

"That disgusting weird guy before must have deliberately focused on us and... That's 'Omer. Linton's body. The female monster known as the raccoon dog walked out of the bloody mouth in the pull of the young man with glasses.

"It's fine!" Mr. Shijia, who was in the young man's mouth, pushed his glasses, bowed down slightly, and waved his hand helplessly at him.

"It's you!" He shouted, "Are your human friends alright?" ”

"Peng."

——

There can be many reasons why a person becomes reticent, and there are only a handful of reasons why a person becomes unaccustomed to talking.

Except for the obvious possibility of pathology, only the validity of certain contracts remains, and - in a state of prolonged uncommunicative use.

Of course, in general, a person loses the real social circle, and also the Internet.

And even if there is no Internet, people will have the habit of talking to themselves in the long-term unattended communication, which will lead to a little pathology, but it can also be regarded as a guarantee for communication ability.

But what if a person is so accustomed to restraint that he abandons even the habit of talking to himself?

That's the being in front of you.

The endless darkness, the darkness that could no longer be locked in his body, reinforced by the armor that contained his body, and Omer watched as he brought himself to the drink shop, knowing that the other party probably wouldn't drink the glass of wine in front of him.

Taking off his helmet was probably a luxury for him.

"Dark Armor?"

Sitting at the bar counter with the other party, Omer took the initiative to raise his hand and gently tapped the layered shoulder armor of the other party, contrary to his previous style of disliking contact with people.

“… Well, it went through a recasting. ”

The other party nodded, admitting that this was an armor made by the Amperas, and it once had the title of the strongest armor in the universe.

It can enhance the ability of the armor to varying degrees, and it also has its own consciousness, which will encroach on the user's spirit at every opportunity, and once set off a bloody storm in the universe.

It is worth mentioning that although this armor was built by the Amperas, he did not face it in his final battle.

So much so that after that, it was successively possessed and used by the Reblondor and Ultraman Belial, and was also imitated by the Magma as a prestige.

The first two didn't use it as armor at all, and completely regarded it as a solid body that carried the soul, which was a strange usage.

But this one in front of him is even more heavyweight.

Using the Dark Armor as a prison, imprisoned himself.

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

It's hard to bear the weight of it just by staying around, just like the bartender who has lost his mind not far away, completely 'supported' by the fish-like creatures swaying in the air.

Why is this support in quotation marks?

Because the fish-like creature had several tentacles extending around its body, linking to the bartender's back.

That's probably the spine.

not only controls him, but also strengthens him, so that he will not be eroded and hurt by that dark force just because he is standing beside him.

And there are quite a few 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 very beginning, when Omer saw her, she was there amusing herself and humming songs.

A song that is sad, even enough to erode people's hearts.

When Omer became indifferent to her song and politely rejected the Flying Fish who came to help, her blood-red eyes fell on Omer frequently.

"He ...... There is a little bit of the smell of blood relatives left. ”

As the two sat down together, he heard the girl whispering to the armored figure.

And to this murmur, the armored figure didn't even have a nasal voice to respond.

But Omer paid a little attention to it, because he knew the girl.

Although he changed his outfit, his appearance and body shape were no different from the goal of the first time he cooperated with Rhode Island to rescue him, and he had seen the seemingly contrasting changes in that realm of consciousness.

Scati...

No, she should be called Isa Mara.

Omer had seen Him standing on the back of the crippled sea beast and reaching out toward him.

At that time, he ignored it, and only 'welded' the realm of consciousness to a layer, but he never thought that he would see him completely liberated here.

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

In the case of Ultraman Ace, Omer is not particularly surprised by this.

"Your subordinates?" He asked, smiling, "I had a relationship with His original incarnation. ”

"Hmm... And one more, probably... will appear at the last minute. ”

"Step on it, it's like a fish monster I know." Ommo clutched the glass in his hand and nodded to Isamara who had looked at him over his helmet.

Then he turned back again: "But time is urgent, let's get back to the topic." ”

"Hmm..."The armored figure responded very cooperatively, "What do you want to ask?" ”

"I want to think about it... As I think, I'll confirm the title. ”

Raising his hand and twisting the bridge of his nose, Omer turned his head again to look at him sitting precariously.

"Omer. Mr. Linton, right? ”

“… It's been a long time since anyone called me that. ”

"So what do people call you now?"

“…… King of the Beasts. ”

"Why don't you add a strange word?"

"Because...... It's the angels, shout first. ”

"Oh, yes."