Ultraman Senki

"Of course it is to unite and drive them all out, so that the earth can restore its former peace and not be disturbed by any cosmic beings." Ishihori Mitsuhiko said as a matter of course, his face was full of determination, like a strong fighter.

"Really? Good idea." Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki nodded with great interest, and then said to Ishihori Mitsuhiko: "So can you tell me about your real identity now?"

Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki was talking to Ishihori Mitsuhiko here, the energy in the palm of his right hand behind his back had gathered into a ball, and the dark purple energy covered his palm, wrapping his right hand completely, and there were countless lines from time to time An extremely tiny bolt of lightning burst out.

"Ah," the indignation and determination on Ishihori Mitsuhiko's face suddenly disappeared, and the face-changing was faster than flipping through the book. He looked at Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki very regretfully, and his tone was full of regret: "Why did you just Can’t believe me? I have to do it. Forget it. If it’s a little troublesome, just a little troublesome. Sure enough, there is still no way to directly affect the human mind like Dark Zaki. What’s wrong? It’s all according to his plan. way, alas!"

Ishihori Mitsuhiko was lowering his head and lamenting, with a regretful look as if Yoshizawa Ryoyu had missed some grand prize. Yoshizawa Ryoyu stomped on the ground with his right foot, his body was like lightning, and he rushed forward quickly. At the same time, his right fist lingering with lightning swung out and hit Ishihori Mitsuhiko who was only seven or eight meters away.

The fist wind brought by the strong momentum blows the shelves on both sides, and rolls up all the paper scraps on the ground like a tornado. It looks like a huge electric fan is installed in the room.

Ishihori Mitsuhiko didn't seem to notice anything, still standing there, just raised his head slightly, looked at Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki's right fist that came back towards him with contemptuous eyes, and said in a mocking tone: "It seems that this is your It's a stupid choice, if you are obedient, I will show mercy and let you live."

'Boom! '

In Ishihori Mitsuhiko's words, Yoshizawa Ryoyu punched Ishihori Mitsuhiko's chest fiercely with the accumulated energy, and the gathered energy exploded forward, instantly wrapping Ishihori Mitsuhiko in the energy. Under the terrifying energy shock wave, Ishihori Mitsuhiko disappeared in an instant and became invisible.

The aftermath of the energy continued to rush forward, and the rows of shelves in front of the 'blocking' were wiped out without holding on for a second, and then bombarded the wall, blasting out a hole with a diameter of more than one meter from the masonry wall. The hole was surrounded by cracks of various sizes, the structure of the entire wall was completely destroyed, and there was a sound of 'click! Click! ’ The overwhelmed sound, and the dust fell from the gap one after another.

The owner of the nearby shop and a few customers stood in the smoke and dust with horror on their faces, staring dumbfounded at the big hole in the wall and Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki who was standing in the opposite shop. They didn't understand what happened. It was just a bargain and then a big hole appeared in the wall.

Immediately, their eyes widened little by little, and their mouths grew slowly, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Their pupils reflected a scene that could be called hell: Yoshizawa Ryoyu Tentacle-like things with a diameter of no more than five or six millimeters surged crazily, entangled with each other rapidly, forming a pair of feet, then legs, and then the body, and even the combat uniforms of the night raid team were synchronized a little bit. Appearance, just like 3D printing, creates a person from nothing.

But Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki, who 'eliminated' Ishihori Mitsuhiko here, did not have a smile on his face, but a few traces of shock and fear appeared on his face. He felt a palm on his back against his spine.

At the same time, Ishihori Mitsuhiko's voice sounded from behind his ears, and there was a strong contempt in that voice: "Human beings who are ignorant and stagnant in evolution are destined to be eliminated, but garbage also has humble value, and of course you do too."

Saying that, Ishihori Mitsuhiko's right hand suddenly spread out and turned into dozens of slender tentacles, which spread crazily across Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki's body, and quickly wrapped Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki, even though he didn't have any struggles For any use, these thin tentacles can't be earned at all.

Ishihori Mitsuhiko said proudly: "Familiar, I have improved Kutula, so that I can entangle the opponent faster and then absorb his energy. I won't be like that idiot Mizorogi Shinya who clearly occupied Absolute advantage, but you have nothing to show off, let the opponent turn the tide of the game when you talk about it. Well, now your energy belongs to me."

While speaking, the tentacles formed by Mitsuhiko Ishihori's spread out right hand completely wrapped Yoshizawa Ryoyu inside, and then the black tentacles glowed with dark purple light, and a steady stream of energy flowed from the cocoon formed by the tentacles. Take it out and infuse it into Ishibori Mitsuhiko's body.

This weird scene made several people in the shop next door who were in shock react instantly, looking at this guy who definitely didn't look like a human being and those disgusting tentacles in disbelief.

"Ah!" A man screamed Hestically, bringing these people back to their senses for a while, and immediately everyone ran towards the door, all terrified and speechless, this weird scene The scene has exceeded their psychological tolerance.

In just over ten seconds, the tentacles wrapped around Yoshizawa Ryoyu receded like a tide, and all shrank back to Ishibori Mitsuhiko's wrist, re-condensing his intact right hand.

Yoshizawa Yoshiyuki, who had lost his support, fell directly forward, hit the floor and let out a 'boom! ’ There was a muffled sound.

Ishihori Mitsuhiko's skin bulged up from time to time like bubbles, but the bubbles disappeared immediately, and then bulged up in other places, repeating the cycle as if something was about to protrude.

Eventually all the bubbles converged on his left shoulder, 'Boom! ’ With a soft sound, a long tentacle protruded from Ishihori Mitsuhiko’s left shoulder, and the pus-like liquid spread out and fell to the ground with a ‘crash! ’, the liquid fell on the marble floor and immediately made a ‘呵! Bark! ’ With the sound of corrosion, in the blink of an eye, the marble floor was corroded into potholes of different sizes one after another.

Ishihori Mitsuhiko turned his head and looked to the left, the tentacles on his shoulders squirmed, revealing a small face, like a sculpture, and looking carefully, it was the fallen angel Raphael. Ishihori Mitsuhiko nodded in satisfaction, and said to himself, "The first one is already in hand, and there are two more."