Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

"Why is it you..."

Looking at the playful smiling face of the man in front of him, obviously the same demeanor and face as before, Xia Mikan only felt a cold strangeness.

Her voice trembled.

"A scholar is... the chief...?"

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Chapter No.17: I am just, and practice the way of a gentleman, nothing more

"exactly."

Glancing at Zheng Yi, who was still with the old god, the ambassador of hell finally gave up the verbal dispute he had provoked, and turned to Xiaoye Temple and Xia Miganlang, who had incredible faces written all over their faces, claiming to praise Shi's great achievements 】.

"Connecting the world of the knights, promoting the knight war, and finally allowing us to conquer the world without bloodshed! All of this is a conspiracy made by the great leader!"

"Little Xia Hai also did a good job, helping the big boss find the lost decade driver, I am very proud of Grandpa."

It seems that he wants to show a little kindness, but no matter how he fiddles with Dr. Death's face, Zheng Yi can only see the coldness and indifference that are getting deeper and deeper.

Obviously he was talking about praising Xia Mikan, but Zheng Yi couldn't tell how much warmth of family affection was in it.

Outsiders are like this, Xia Mikan is naturally more aware of this.

Grandpa turned into the cold Dr. Death.

Shi Duan sat on the high pedestal without saying a word, but looked at her and Onodera with that frivolous and playful expression.

Unlike the usual teasing, Xia Mikan didn't feel much warmth in his eyes.

She held on to Onodera's shoulder tightly, and in this Daxiu card meeting hall surrounded by demons, for Xia Mikan, a weak woman, it seemed that only Onodera was left behind, and she was still trustworthy.

After many death fights along the way, even though he realized that it was almost impossible for him alone to retreat from the siege of so many weirdos, Onodera never retreated in the slightest.

He just gritted his teeth, glanced around from time to time, and used his back and palms to tightly protect Xia Mikan within his reach at any time.

Even saying a word to Shi Duo who had deceived him seemed a bit too much for him.

Hiding behind Onodera, feeling the malicious gazes falling from all directions, Xia Mikan raised her head tremblingly, showing her last ounce of courage in this feast of encountering the devil.

Stubbornly staring at the high-ranking taxi, Xia Mikan tried her best not to distort her voice too chaotically due to fear.

"Shi...is this real? Conquering the world or something...you really?"

"Isn't it better than the world being destroyed?"

Facing the girl's courageous inquiry and entrusting all her expectations, the scholar just shrugged his shoulders, cracked his palms with a sneer, and then relaxed on the back of the chair: "Thank you for making it this far." Your help. How about it? Do you want to come to me, then in the world that belongs to Dashuka, there must be a place for Yusuke and you."

However, as if she didn't hear Shi's persuasion, Xia Mikan just raised her words, and her eyes that gradually lost focus followed Shi's face, like a shipwreck who fell into the deep sea and grabbed the only driftwood.

Even though the driftwood has long since rotted, Xia Migan has no other choice.

She was just blindfolding herself, and she never wanted to face up to a question that she already had an answer to.

"Then... have you been lying to us so far?"

In this regard, Shi just lowered his eyes slightly, smiled and did not answer.

The only faint light in the girl's eyes quickly disappeared in this silence, like a candle in a stormy night, crumbling.

Witnessing the exchange between the two, Onodera, who had been focusing most of his attention on his surroundings, finally couldn't hold back the increasingly restless anger in his heart.

Acting according to his emotions, he is straightforward but also reckless, and he can't stand Shi's smile and silence at the moment.

It's almost like...

It's as if he didn't hesitate to use words to disguise, but simply used actions to explain the cruel reality of "the monks betrayed them".

Memories of the past are like burning in this silent smile.

Anger and sorrow ran through the atrium, and the rolling fire burned the brain and spinal cord, leaving behind the consequences of the possible death in this group of demons dancing in the chaotic scene, Onodera suddenly took a step forward, and was about to crash into hell The ambassador rushed to the throne.

"Scholar! You bastard—"

"—Irreverent!"

The scarlet red long whip seemed to be a sharp blade that could cut through the air. With a frightening neighing whip, it drew an almost straight and sharp trajectory in mid-air, and struck Onodera's right shoulder.

With just one touch, even the body strengthened by spirit stones was still thrown back with Onodera's current strength.

Staggering two steps and standing still, he clenched his teeth, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his left hand unconsciously pinched the muscle of his right upper arm.

The cloth on the shoulders was shredded directly, and the tail of the whip dancing at high speed was comparable to a swimming edge. Xia Mikan saw that a large piece of flesh had been cut off from Onodera's triceps at a glance.The remaining fibers of the clothing were intertwined with the exposed muscle tissue, and the gurgling blood slid along the drooping right arm, immediately soaking the clothes on his upper arm red.

This was the result of his quick reaction, and he turned half sideways in time to block it with his shoulder.

It was Onodera's eyes that the Hell Ambassador aimed at.

Due to his combat experience, Onodera did not make a sound of showing weakness, but from his slightly trembling palm, anyone could tell how painful the injury was.

However, the ambassador of hell has no intention of stopping there.

With a roll of the long whip, it went straight towards Xiaoye Temple's throat.

Seeing this, Xia Mikan, who was helping Xiaoye Temple, saw the situation, and at the moment when the wind was blowing, her body moved far faster than her mind. She wrapped her arms around her, and actually blocked her back before the whipping.

This made the Hell Ambassador hesitate.

He knew Onodera's identity as Kuga, so he basically didn't take the severity into account when he shot.But summer citrus is different, even if there may be some genetic optimization done by Dr. Death God before its birth, if it is really eaten like this, it will not be as simple as Onodera.

If it continues like this, even if the Hell Ambassador restrains his strength halfway, Xia Mikan's spine will at least be fractured.

Anyway, it is the granddaughter of Dr. Death, and the ambassador of hell is not sure if doing so will cause a gap between himself and Dr. Death.

Thinking of this, he still withdrew a little bit of strength.

"Little Xia Hai, it's dangerous!"

Onodera's eyes widened, but the wound caused by the whipping of the Hell Ambassador was as if some strange potion had been poured into it. The pain was severe and unbearable, and the whole right arm couldn't be controlled at all.

Oops, it's too late——

"Snapped"

It was like whipping steel with a whip, an astonishing sound erupted from behind Xia Mikan.

With her eyes tightly closed, Xia Mikan waited for a long time, but the expected pain never came.Opening her eyes cautiously, the girl saw Onodera with a surprised expression.

The big boy was maintaining his posture of trying to protect her, staring behind her in surprise.

Xia Mikan subconsciously turned her head following Onodera's gaze.

"Anyway, she is the granddaughter of Dr. Death, and she has also contributed to our great cause. The big leader hasn't expressed his opinion yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Holding the Hell Ambassador's whip, Zheng Yi grinned, and his sharp canine teeth shone with a faint light as if they were about to bite off the Hell Ambassador's throat.

"Or, when did you know exactly what the big boss is thinking?"

"Ambassador of Hell."

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Chapter 18: There is only one reason for me to stop you

"The sun never sets, don't spit blood!"

Rebuking Zheng Yi angrily, the ambassador of hell kept his hand, and suddenly pulled hard towards his arms——

"Am I spitting blood?"

Not moving.

Zheng Yi's palm is like a sculpture made of steel, no matter how many tons of force the Hell Ambassador pulls on the whip, his arm never shakes even the slightest bit.

That forearm was actually covered with a layer of solid biological carapace at the moment no one noticed.

It has suddenly become an arm in the form of a never-setting black sun.

A look of confusion suddenly appeared on the face of the hell ambassador.

For this mysterious executioner, while he was disgusted, he naturally kept a little mind, knowing that Zheng Yi's power would never be inferior to his own, and he belonged to a powerful figure without water.

But he didn't expect that there was such a difference in arm strength alone.

In the matter of wrestling, evenly matched and disparate, the states displayed are completely different.

In an evenly matched situation, no matter how much effort the two sides put into deceiving each other with their facial expressions, their physical reactions would not be deceiving.Trembling bones, convulsed tendons, swollen muscles, and flushed skin, the posture and body will faithfully show the torrent of power.

But if the gap is huge, it's another matter.

Zheng Yi in the eyes of the hell ambassador is a typical example of this phenomenon at this moment.

No matter how he exerts his strength and endows him with skills, the strength that goes through the long whip is like a mud cow entering the sea, and will only disappear without a trace.

Not to mention moving his feet, Zheng Yi hasn't even shown a sign of exerting strength until now.

"You...! The sun never sets! What on earth are you trying to do, to cover up such a rude person?!"

"What do I want to do... um..."

As if he was really caught by the Hell Ambassador's question, Zheng Yi's originally dangerous smile froze suddenly, squinting his eyes and hesitated for a while, as if he really began to think about the question of "what exactly do you want to do?"