The silver-white giant let out a majestic war cry, flipped in mid-air, and landed lightly on the ground.
He leaned slightly and assumed a fighting stance towards EX Marisula.
But before he could stand still.
Zhuomu's voice suddenly came, and the originally cold electronic sound rarely revealed a hint of anxiety. This was the first time Nanke had seen Zhuomu so nervous and anxious except for the time when he fought Gomora.
[Warning! Warning! The host encounters unknown malicious prying eyes!]
[Warning! Warning! The host encounters unknown malicious prying eyes!]
【……】
Zhuomu's anxious and piercing alarm sounded directly in his ears three times.
"ah?"
Nanke was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhuom with great confusion.
"What's going on?"
[Trying to parse 2%...cannot parse!]
【@,#,@#+*■■■】
A burst of garbled characters appeared on Zhuomu's light screen.
Nanke looked at the blue screen in the sky in astonishment. This was the first time he saw Zhuom having garbled characters.
[Encountered ■■■■■■ invasion, activate backup plan beta1.0.5——]
Before Nanke had time to ask what the backup plan beta was and why there was a string of suspicious numbers following it, he felt that part of his body's abilities were instantly transferred.
For a moment, Nanke's waist flashed, and he was caught off guard. The mysterious giant of light, which appeared in the dreamland for the first time, swayed slightly and almost fell to the ground.
Monsters will not let you go when you are weak, but will seize this opportunity to take advantage of your illness and threaten your life.
EX Marisula, who has no martial ethics, immediately released two slender and sticky tentacles from the tentacles on both sides of her body, and wrapped them directly around Tiga's neck.
Tiga's size is too small compared to the EX version of Marisula. Even if she transforms into a fifty-meter-tall giant, she is still as weak and helpless as a kindergarten in front of the giant that approaches two hundred meters after unfolding.
Child.
Marisula didn't give Nanke a chance to breathe at all, and used her tentacles to claw at Diga's slender neck.
Even with Ultraman's extraordinary physical fitness, they didn't need to breathe. But being entangled by two huge tentacles was extremely uncomfortable.
Not to mention, the tentacles that could only wrap around the neck were originally wrapped around Tiga's head in the extra-large version.
In particular, Nanke was still in the situation of being sucked out of a large tube of Ultra Power by his own system at this moment.
Troubled internally and externally, he almost knelt down on the spot.
Fortunately, Zhuomu still felt sorry for him and did not drain most of the energy at once, but still left most of it for him.
Otherwise, he would be flashing a red light right now.
And thanks to his strong willpower, he could barely resist Marisula's tentacles and was not fucked to the point of falling to his knees on the spot.
But even so, the situation is not optimistic.
When the Holy Giant of Light first appeared in the Dreamland, he ate a giant turtle and struggled to resist Marisula's tentacles.
Fortunately, no one saw what happened here.
Zhuo Mu arranged an invisible light curtain next to Ultraman Tiga——
…………
In the dreamland, on a peak that no one can reach, in a luxurious onyx castle.
In the most spacious and gorgeous hall in the center of the castle, a trumpet sound with a unique rhythm sounded. This low-pitched horn blast was filled with a sense of wonder, and the melody was like an ethereal dream.
Every strange chord, every cadence with a subtle sense of strangeness, makes people seem to see an illusion, which is full of exotic sentiments and wonderful scenes that no one has ever imagined. The fragrant air accompanies this burst of gold.
Such a note is a wonderful sound that is absolutely difficult to hear in the human world. Only the gods above can enjoy it.
A strong light burst out in the hall, its color did not belong to the earth's spectrum, and it was constantly changing with the sound of trumpets, inexplicably harmonious. The light of torches lit up in the distance, and the beat of drums beat in the air full of tension and suspense.
Celebrating.
Mist shrouded the hall, and the strange aroma gathered into clouds. Two rows of huge black slaves prostrated respectfully under the throne in the center. Even the slaves were wrapped in colorful silk loincloths.
They have helmet-like torches tied to their heads, made of shiny metal, burning unknown ointment, exuding swirling clouds of fragrant smoke. In their right hands, they hold crystal scepters with carved tips.
They looked at the chimera who was squinting, holding a long and thin silver trumpet in his left hand, and playing it in turn. They wore gold armbands and anklets, and the anklets were connected with golden chains, which made
They must move forward at a dignified pace.
A lonely figure sits on the gorgeous throne at the top. He is tall and slender, with the face of an ancient pharaoh when he was young. He is wearing colorful robes and a golden red and white robe that shines from the inside out.
The double crown is filled with a bright and beautiful atmosphere.
That proud demeanor, that king-like demeanor, as if nothing in the world is worthy of Him.
That dark appearance exudes an attraction, and this attraction either belongs to the dark gods or fallen archangels.
At this time, He was slightly raising his proud head and casting his gaze into the infinite distance.
There was a glint of interest in his eyes, and a changeable luster.
He only saw that sacred and noble silver-white body for a brief moment, and then it was covered by an opaque blue screen.
He gently hummed a pleasant melody, and when he spoke, soft music flowed from the sweet words, like the water of the River of Forgetfulness.
"It's really a wonderful existence."
He spoke in a strange language that did not resemble normal pronunciation. Human beings seemed unable to pronounce a language with an extremely rich range of sounds, but this language allowed others to clearly understand its meaning.
Behind the fog in the hall, looming in the shadows around the dark pharaoh, is a billowing black fog.
"I like the toys you brought me very much, my friend. But they are a bit unsatisfactory."
Pharaoh affectionately called that darkness within the darkness, the mist within the mist.
In the mist, there was also a burst of laughter:
"Everything has to take its time, doesn't it?"
The pharaoh's slender fingertips flipped over a small and exquisite card with exquisite patterns printed on it, which were lifelike, as if they were real. There were several streamlined stars between light blue and green that were vaguely visible on it.
sphere.
"certainly."
The Pharaoh also smiled, and nodded slightly towards the black mist, looking content and leisurely.