Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 82 The Light of Confidence

"Although Mary Hulla is very difficult and has a particularly strong reproductive ability. I don't know how many of them have reproduced during this period of time." Wilson said calmly and confidently, "But I still have special means to deal with them."

Although this special method refers to transforming and kicking Marishula as a ball.

"My predecessors also encountered Mary Hulla, but they were defeated in the end. That is to say, even if their reproductive ability is particularly strong, they are definitely not invincible."

"I will absolutely wipe them out again."

"I will not let them continue to spread and endanger more lives."

Wilson's tone was extremely firm, and his eyes were extremely firm and bright, like a lighthouse, dispelling the darkness and leading the way.

The painter just wanted to say something, but after seeing those bright honey-colored eyes, he couldn't continue to speak no matter what.

Mr. South is extremely resolute and confident, and his tenacity and courage to move forward deeply touched him.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary existence.

Firm, confident and powerful, under that weak human body is an extremely dazzling soul.

That blinding glow of confidence is impossible for anyone to ignore.

The artist has seen countless human beings in his life, and many of them spend their lives busy and mediocre, only focusing on some vulgar things, even the soul is so heavy and vulgar.

Pursuing inspiration and art, he simply can't tolerate the boring and dull sober world, and he doesn't want to live with those ignorant ordinary people.

In his whole life, he has only seen such a detached spirit in two people, always firm in his will, tenaciously carrying out his beliefs, so confident, so dazzling.

In addition to Mr. South, there is another person he admires very much, that outstanding human dreamer-Randolph Carter.

Although Mr. South and Carter are still very different, they both have a noble spirit.

Perhaps this is what outstanding people have in common.

Although he dislikes those ordinary people, in fact he is not much different in essence. He can't move forward like Mr. South and Randolph Carter.

He is nothing more than a painter after this strange thing.

If you continue to insist on following Mr. South, it will probably hold him back.

The painter suddenly showed a relieved smile, walked up to Mr. South step by step, and handed the revolver he was carrying at his waist to him:
"Then, I leave all this to you, Mr. South."

Mr. South's pale yellow pupils under the gold-rimmed glasses showed a little surprise, but he quickly accepted the painter's revolver.

"Do not worry."

Wilson repeated again, although his tone was flat, it seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

The painter's restless heart also became firm, and he showed a smile towards Mr. South.

Then he turned his head and yelled at the ghoul:

"Ji Gu Ji, Mi Gu (gone)."

"Miling (won't you follow along)?"

"Goo (can't)."

Afterwards, the figures of the two of them disappeared into the cave they just came from.

The painter gave Mr. South one last look.

Under the dim light, Mr. South, who was walking towards the huge boulder, had only a small figure from his back, but that figure seemed to burst out, with a bright light like the sun, lighting up the ground.

So small, yet so grand.

This picture was deeply imprinted in the painter's mind.

He firmly believed that Mr. South would be able to do it.

…………

"I quite like that painter."

Wilson couldn't help talking to his system while heading towards the city of Gug giants.

"I feel that he is a real-tempered person and a very straightforward guy. At least not like that guy William. In the end, I will play life and death with him."

"Of course, I also exposed a lot of things in front of him, but I am not ready to transform into Ultraman directly in front of others."

【As long as the host is happy】

"..."

Wilson twitched his lips.

Droam is good at everything, sometimes he's just too intelligent, and you can't tell if he's taking it literally or sarcastic.

He sighed helplessly, and changed the topic to the most important thing right now:
"You don't think Mary Hulla has turned into a giant monster now? It would be fine if it turned into a monster, but I'm worried that it will keep multiplying and spreading... I don't know when it came out and how many it has."

[It is impossible to determine the exact time, but according to the situation mentioned by the ghoul, the time Mary Hula appeared was probably only recently.Moreover, Mary Hulla's individual has not yet spread to the ghoul group. 】

Zhuom calmly analyzed the current situation.

Wilson nodded slightly, and then Zhuom continued to analyze: "That is to say, the Gug giants may have suffered, and the ghoul closest to them has not yet appeared, Mary Hula."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a more relaxed tone: "That is to say, the breeding range of Mary Hula is probably in the vicinity of the Gug giants, and there will be no situation where the entire dreamland is covered with blue balls."

"This way, the situation seems to be a little bit better."

[Please host not to be happy too early]

Zhuo Mu poured a basin of cold water.

Wilson was a little speechless, but it still made him feel a little better.

until……

He walked through the first thirty-foot-high stone gate and entered the dead city of Gug giants.

A large number of brightly colored blue balls bloomed in his sight, and they waved fluff wantonly under the dim light, revealing a piece of vitality.

Just like a lawn full of flowers, it is full of vitality and beautiful like a dream.

However, buried under them is the mummy of the Guge giant whose original appearance can only be vaguely seen.

Black corpses are scattered all over the streets, but no one cares about them at all, only the brilliant blue balls are dotted on them, absorbing their life.

No matter how cruel or noble they were before them, they will eventually be equally nourished.

What a weird scene.

Beautiful killing machine covers the whole city.

Wilson watched all this in almost suffocating silence.

Until finally, a cute little blue ball hit his face.

(End of this chapter)