On the dark street, the lonely street lamp casts a dim light, reflecting an office worker leaning on a light pole below. However, at this moment, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he was no longer high-spirited, and he looked as decadent as a failure that had just been thrown away.
The person, slumped down on the dirty ground in despair, kept muttering: "Give me...let me go back..."
Such voices and such people are all over the street. You can see people walking in despair everywhere. Their eyes are dull, their faces are sad and listless, and their weak voices make them look like zombies in the doomsday or addicted.
Group street tour.
We can no longer see the busy traffic of the city in the past, let alone the prosperity of people coming and going. There are only "walking zombies" who have lost their fighting spirit, lost their will, and have no sense in the streets, the city, and the world. It took tens of millions of years to create them.
The order, morality, and faith in human civilization were all destroyed.
I don't know how much time passed, but everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button. They all stopped their wandering movements, wailing sounds, and their godless eyes completely lost their focus. They had already fallen asleep, and their faces were also filled with tears.
He immediately showed a happy and happy expression, as if he had met the person he wanted to see the most, ate the food he wanted to eat the most, and lived the life he expected most.
But what this kind of happiness brings is the whole world, every city, every street, every person, a deathly silence, no life, no vitality, just like the rainbow after the rain,
Beautiful but unable to bear a little.
As the song goes, happy time is always short. In less than three minutes, the silent streets once again heard human shouts, and this time, even the people who were sitting paralyzed jumped up and went crazy.
Roaring:
"Stop it."
"Don't attack it."
"Damn it, Tiga stop."
"Ah, my flower, that is my flower."
"..."
Countless people were roaring, their eyes were red with anger, countless people were howling at the top of their lungs, and countless people were gnashing their teeth and trying to tear Diga into pieces for destroying their dreams...
However, no matter how loud their voices were, they could not penetrate the fog of the dream and reach the dark corner; no matter how angry they were, they could not stop Diga from the dream dimension from continuing to attack Qijiela.
In the midst of the greater chaos, there were two people wearing medieval-style black robes who walked slowly and unhurriedly on the disorderly street like normal people, looking at the people around them with pity.
People.
The middle-aged man walking on the left put his face in Mitsuo Itabashi's face and snorted: "Human beings who are dominated by useless emotions have no value at all."
"Yes," Keiko Onuma, who was dressed as a miko, glanced to the right. A man was unleashing his anger on the flower bed, messing up the green flowers and plants. She became more and more disdainful and said, "This world is different.
It's going to be destroyed, give up."
"Yes, the darkness is about to wake up." Mitsuo Itabashi walked to a high place, stood in front of the railing, looked into the distance, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to take in everything on this planet, and said: "But...
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"Do you still hold a grudge?" Keiko Onuma turned around and looked at Mitsuo Itabashi.
"I don't have those useless feelings, they will only mess up my heart," Mitsuo Banqiao said expressionlessly: "I just can't let that guy go, I want him to know that he is not worthy of being a savior at all, only we - the great
Only the Kyriarodians can save this planet."
"Then hurry up, especially be careful of the devil who never sleeps."
"Hmph," Mitsuo Itabashi snorted coldly and said, "The power there is not so easy to get. I really want to see him fail."
"That would be too risky," Onuma Keiko said, stroking the stone plate held in both hands. "There are so many worlds, so what does it matter if we give up this polluted world?"<
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Mitsuo Itabashi didn't speak, just stared ahead, but he didn't know whether he was looking at the stars in the sky or the crazy people on the ground. There was only mockery in his eyes, as if he was mocking people who did it despite knowing it was impossible.
Onuma Keiko stretched out her arms, letting the stone plate in her hand receive the moonlight, and said faintly: "When the world is turbid, being clear is a mistake. Ultraman Tiga, your persistence is destined to be
Useless."
The stripes of patterns on the stone mirror light up, shining like the silver moon in the sky, but they reflect a dim picture:
At the end is a dark mist, with vines of different thicknesses coming out of it, intertwined with each other, more complex than the world's largest overpass, and in the middle of this huge vine cage, Diga was surrounded by each other one by one.
It is entangled with extremely thin vines.
Looking carefully, these vines are still growing rapidly, spreading over Diga's body, trying to wrap him up completely, but Diga is motionless, with only the flashing red color timer showing that he is still alive.
It is a fact, but in this case, he has obviously lost consciousness and will let others do whatever he wants.
Not far away, a red goblin with only the upper body and a tree ball on the lower body was floating towards Diga under the tug of several vines. Its slender eyes glared at Diga fiercely, as if it had a blood feud.
Normally, but when I saw the gap on the left side of his body that almost split him in half, I suddenly understood why there was such strong hatred.
Onuma Keiko shook her head in disappointment and said: "It seems that this clear water has become dirty."
Mitsuo Itabashi looked like he was "expected" and said: "I told him a long time ago not to try to be the savior of this world. He doesn't..."
Before he finished speaking, Mitsuo Banqiao noticed that Tiga's fingers seemed to move, and his eyes widened suddenly, staring at the picture in the mirror, but looking left and right, there was no movement at all, as if that
It's just his illusion, because the 'half-tree man' who is closer and should be watched more carefully is still approaching.
As the distance increased, the tree balls on Usum's lower body spread out and formed into octopus-like tentacles, stretching towards Tiga in front. Each of the 'tentacles' had countless barbs, all standing upright.
Get up, prepare to penetrate into the prey, and then suck it hard to have a good 'feast'.
"It's over." Keiko Onuma looked bored, like watching a science fiction blockbuster with high expectations, but found that the special effects were fake and not as good as her PS level.
"No, he's finished." Mitsuo Itabashi's words made Onuma Keiko startled. Didn't this mean the same thing? But then he knew who Mitsuo Itabashi was talking about, because the ending seemed to be destined in the mirror.