Ultraman: I Really Didnt Want To Rule The World - Chapter 1403

In the end, the monster could not be saved.

In the sluggish sight of the star of Jielang, the monster was finally solved by Taiga.

Anton La was also stunned in place, thinking that he did not find that Taiga was so unruly, and the next thing was a logical anger.

Hong Tu ignored An Dongla who was beating Taiga, and looked at the poor Jielang star.

This guy was obviously hit hard, and the whole person stayed where he was. After a while, he pointed at Taiga tremblingly, but he opened his mouth without scolding.

Probably didn’t dare to scold…

Hong Tu glanced at the depths of the forest and made a phone call silently.

After he hung up the phone, he looked at the battlefield: “Antonla, go.”

Antonla, who pressed Taiga to the ground and rubbed it, immediately stopped the movement, and obediently changed back to the card.

Taiga, who just got up from the ground, was still unwilling and wanted to chase, but when he got up, he found that his legs had fallen into the sandy ground.

This can only be regarded as a small obstacle, but it was enough to make Taiga annoyed. He looked at Hong Tu on the ground unwillingly: “Wait!” There is no winner yet! !

Hong Tu ignored him, but gestured to Mariya, the magician girl immediately understood what he meant, and took out a wooden wand and chanted a spell on the Jielang star: “imprisonment.”

The elements condensed into a light rope to bind the Jielang star, breaking his idea of ​​escape.

Only then did Hong Tu say goodbye with satisfaction and leave here.

As for the Unknown Section of Foreign Affairs to come and take away this cosmic criminal… then it has nothing to do with him.

And about four hours later, Torrecchia showed up at his home uninvited.

He carried a gift-like basket in his hand, which contained some pine mushrooms that he did not know where to pick.

“Wang, you destroyed an interesting dream with your own hands.” He seemed to complain and put the basket in his hand on the table.

“The dream of ruling the planet by trying to make all lifeforms on a planet lose their dreams?” Hong Tu, who was solving his own dinner, knew what he was talking about. “This can only be regarded as a daydream.”

“But an interesting idea, isn’t it?”

“It’s not as good as the puppet virus spreading all over the world.” Hong Tu said casually.

“Ah, that can’t be done.” Torrecchia looked exaggerated in horror, “That’s boring.”

Although he is loyal to doing things, he has always liked to explore the two sides of life, and to see the collapse and despair of others when their dreams are shattered, but he absolutely does not like a unified universe.

That’s… so boring.

Just like an empire.

“Are you satisfied with Taiga’s current growth?” Hong Tu finished her meal and took a sip of the soup from the bowl.

Torrecchia took a seat opposite him, and it was rare that he didn’t quarrel to get a share, but with a satisfied smile on his face: “Of course, Wang, I couldn’t be more satisfied.”

“Very soon,” the smile on his face tended to be weird. “It’s going to be soon.”

Hong Tu put the empty bowl on the table, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth before opening her mouth: “Torrekia, do you need me to repeat it again?”

The smile on Torrekia’s face disappeared immediately, and this face-changing appearance could be called a model of snake spirit disease.

But Hong Tu would not be frightened by this. He ignored Torrekia’s cold expression and continued to stimulate him: “Even if I don’t intervene, you are destined to lose.”

“That’s not necessarily true.” Torrekia is not willing to listen to persuasion, just like he doesn’t believe that the light represented by Ultraman is “justice”.

He is always proud, perhaps because of the influence of the devil, perhaps because he has seen too much [despair] after becoming so powerful, so he proudly believes that light will also have a dark side, and he has enough for his own means. Confidence.

And the only thing that made him cautious again and again was Hong Tu, who could directly lift the table.

But the [Darkness] that made him cautious again and again was proud of his doomed ending again and again, and even seemed to disdain to intervene.

What a joke!

Torrekia’s power began to surge, his shadow gradually elongated under the light, and a pair of scarlet eyes opened in Ultraman’s shadow.

Hong Tu turned a blind eye to his riot, but the card box he placed aside let out the low roars of countless monsters. As the shadows spread under the card box, the phantoms of the monsters appeared and disappeared.

“King, Ultraman does not represent justice.” Torrekia smiled again, “When their light falls, they are the greatest threat to the universe. You should know this better than me. ”

“But Hikari finally regained the heart of Ultra.” Hong Tu was unmoved.

“Even if it’s just an example, then ‘justice’ is definitely not ‘justice’.” Light needs pure white, as long as there is a slight threat, it is definitely not harmless.

“Your words are very like an extremist who can’t tolerate sand in his eyes.” Hong Tu couldn’t help but complain.

“Just treat me like me.” Torrecchia shrugged, restrained the surging power in his body, and regained his composure. “But you haven’t acted and I’m really uneasy.”

Hong Tu tilted her head to look at him: “Do you want me to intervene at this time?”

Torrecchia didn’t answer, just with a fake smile.

Hong Tu stared at him silently, a malicious smile evoked at the corner of her mouth after a while: “Then I’ll be welcome.”

…

After “a consensus was reached”, Torrecchia left happily, even forgetting why he brought a basket full of matsutake mushrooms here.

That night, Hong Tu looked at the basket full of pine mushrooms and fell silent: “Is this all for me?”

Let’s make some matsutake dishes tomorrow, um, and so much can be given to other tenants.

As for Torrecia…Let’s talk about it when he thinks of it.

On the other side, Torrecchia, who only realized that he had forgotten something after walking into the street, said, “…”

Ah, he picked matsutake mushrooms all afternoon, but he forgot to order. Damn.

Are you going back now?

Torrecchia hesitated for a while, thinking that it would be better to go back, otherwise he might not have his share.

That won’t work!

He was thinking about it, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure.

Under the setting sun, at the other end of the park, where the emerald pine trees are closely arranged, a painter was staring at the street, holding a brush in his hand, but he didn’t write for a while.

There were people on the street, but he seemed out of tune with the street.

That sudden sense of isolation made the dim red sunset on him seem to have been replaced by something else…

Torrecia smelled a familiar scent on his body, the scent of blood and murderous intent that was incompatible with this peaceful scene.

He seems to have found an interesting guy?