Chapter 245 NO.8 People who bet on horse racing are like this

Golden Ancient Bridge, Galatlon.

Even without Ultraman Beria's card, the merchant had no doubt that the mercenary in front of him was capable of recreating the strength of King Nagaratron.

Just like how he once replaced Ultraman Beria with himself and merged into a unique and powerful Thunder Killer.

There is obviously a gap in pure output, but the difference between the demon body and Ultraman also gives Thunder Killer wings and scales, and even the possibility of truly radiating the brilliance that belongs to the Titan of Light.

Different orientations make the results of comprehensive strength not very different, and businessmen will naturally be wary of them.

Although he still hopes to extract wool from Omo, he will not forget the fact that he is a mercenary.

Although it is a prejudice to regard the mercenary profession as barbaric, Kingsley Moore obviously has many prejudices.

As an elf approaching a hundred years old, what he has experienced and seen is indeed enough to form some kind of prejudice.

Therefore, while he admits that stereotypes and regional blackmail are not very reliable, he does believe in his own 'prejudice'.

For example, it is really common for gangsters to fight against gangsters in the mercenary industry.

Whether it is Jinguqiao, Galatron, or even King Galatron, they are all mechanical bodies. Its series of combinations are called mechanical combinations and metal combinations for no reason, and they are known for their indestructibility.

Businessmen who have mastered and are familiar with this power, even if they use it themselves are not very good-looking, they have also considered when this power is used by others.

The Sword of Broken Steel is naturally necessary, but at the same time, it is generally not used.

So put it in the gray area physical insurance bank.

It's not something to be happy about being used as a backhand, but when you find that the other person's gaze is almost as undisguised as his before... the businessman actually has some expectations for the future in his heart.

He is only eighty-six years old and still a young elf.

Immortal species always have such contradictory spirituality.

On the one hand, he has the life experience to develop into a ‘stereotype’, and on the other hand, he has a young and motivated mind.

This state is actually more like that of ordinary creatures, and it is easy to collapse due to going to extremes in a long life.

However, the indifferent temperament and lack of desire that truly fit the lifestyle of immortals can easily make this type of race gradually disappear in the intense competition.

Although the land under the Holy Terra Federation is very peaceful, the competition for racial survival has never been shown only in war.

Silently, slowly but steadily - gradually becoming extinct.

This is how extinct creatures often die.

There is nothing the government can do about this population that has failed to keep up with the times and is gradually disappearing.

You can't use brainwashing or other programs to force such a group to turn into a short-lived species, right?

In the early years, when the territory was free, autonomous areas could be allocated to them to construct a nature reserve and a legally protected land of immortality. Later, when the land became tense, it was only benevolence to prepare a tailor-made electronic utopia for them.

Now, although interstellar development is in full swing and there is room for territory, the Lord of the Federation is the heart of Terra.

Strong artificial intelligence is naturally correct and indifferent.

Designate a large piece of land as a home for a group of immortal species that cannot keep up with the social environment and can only increase the diversity of waste?

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The Heart of Terra feels that you guys have no value as reference data. You should just be shocked by the new culture——

——At this time, if a few energetic freaks of immortality really appear...

That would be something the Heart of Terra would like to see happen.

It is precisely because of this current development that among the immortal species under the federal rule, there are actually not many standard immortals according to the ancient stereotype.

They are all 'contradictory creatures' that have the drive and adaptability of conventional creatures, but also have long lives.

It is easier to be unlucky in old age.

Or go crazy.

Of course, there are also ideal situations, for example - as long as they are strong enough, flaws and all are tolerable, so some immortal species with powerful talents do still exist, such as angels, dragon beasts, and certain parts of the world.

Lazy dog ​​god.

As for why we talk about certain parts, and why we mention angels but not demons, it's naturally because these guys don't lack excess energy.

There are always some immortal races that are not destined to be slow, and the world does not lack this possibility.

"So your first job was to deal with several dragons?"

"Strictly speaking, it's a company owned by those dragons. It's a pretty easy job. At first glance, it seems that Guiyuan Hall is really not a criminal den."

"At first glance?"

"You have to take another look, don't rush. By the way, new article, how about the secret key?"

Akane Shinjo's room, except for the dolls on the bed, is very lacking in girly elements, but is full of horror elements, such as monster models standing in the shadows, and there are more than one.

There are also unfinished models, which are pale and weird.

There are also strange villain peripherals: some kind of if hypothesis where time is intercepted, the monster tramples on the protagonist in the traditional sense and takes out his heart, that bloody moment——

There were so many of these things that Omer didn't feel at all uncomfortable breaking into a girl's boudoir.

Of course, the woman did not feel uncomfortable being intruded into the boudoir. She was wearing glasses with countless lines on the lenses on the bridge of her nose, and she was looking attentively at the metal cylinder covered with crystals.

Secret key.

Ever since Omer gave this thing to her to study last night, she is still thinking about it until now.

——That said, it actually didn’t take much time to research.

After all, she followed everyone out to Treson during the day.

Omer said that he was not in a hurry to wait for the results, after all, he had not seen a monster that could be drawn yet.

Akane Shinjo really started touching without any pressure.

The time at dawn is spent watching the horse racing girls training. When they are bored, they play mobile games, chat with Da Zhan, or wait for Tachyon. Bourbon and the others chat with each other during the break, and then eat together. In the evening, they are serious

Research, but in terms of results...

Even with the dialysis equipment kindly supported by Tachyon, that is, the glasses as an aid, Akane Shinjo's progress in analyzing the secret key is still slow.

Of course, this kind of instrument that can extract the power of monsters is considered a black technology when placed in the arcade, second only to the card draw device of the guaranteed black ghost Celebolo, and the research room of Hikari, the war criminal of light.

If Shinjou really wanted to figure it out so early, then she should apply for a job in the Showa Okutan Defense Force.

But there are still results.

"It's exactly what you said. This thing should have been improved." She raised her hand to support the table and let the engineering chair turn around with her. Shinjo Akane threw the secret key towards Omo.

The throw was not accurate at all, but Homais was able to catch it.

The conjecture is based on the fact that Yeragond was whipped but did not die. In addition, both Omo and Akane have seen the secret key in the Thing King's hand. The difference in appearance can completely guess that it is a different individual.

"Extracting monster strength can adjust the power. There are indeed options to avoid death."

"How did you figure it out? It comes with instructions?"

"What do you think?" Taking off her mechanical glasses, Akane Shinjo lowered her head slightly with a somewhat unpredictable smile in her pink eyes, but she didn't give Omo time to think.

, then asked, "How is that elf doing? Did you sell him?"

"Not yet, the price is too low now."

"Oh~"
Chapter completed!