Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 37 Amulet

A gap was torn in the darkness surrounding the hotel. Even though there was still no light, they could already see the surrounding environment clearly.

Wearing a black windbreaker, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and light-colored eyes, the professor of ancient history walked slowly from the darkness with a calm demeanor.

With his steps, the shadow dissipated little by little.

The mild-mannered ancient history professor Shi Shiran picked up the glowing notebook that had just been thrown from the floor.

The moment the notebook touched the other party, the light seemed to be brighter, but it quickly disappeared, shrinking into the silver-white lines engraved on the notebook.

The moment he picked up the notebook, the professor's expression subtly flashed a trace of dislike, but soon he looked at the two people in front of him with a smile on his face:
"Are you all right, everyone?"

The geologist stared blankly at his new friend.

He couldn't figure out what was going on tonight, that damned disgusting rotting shadow... Ellis with a gun... and Professor Wilson who just solved such a big shadow with a notebook...

"you……"

His eyes lingered on the mysterious glowing notebook and Wilson's smiling face, as if he wanted to ask something.

But the red-haired historian beside him moved faster than him. He directly pointed the gun in his hand at Professor Wilson, and asked coldly:
"Who are you? That notebook is? If I remember correctly, the place you just came to is the place with the most rotten smell! There are rotten monsters everywhere! How did you get here?!"

"Um……"

Wilson looked at the notebook in his hand with a slightly unnatural expression.

how to say?

When Droam informed him of the spread of contamination, he prepared accordingly and left his hotel room to find the source of the spread.

Zhuo Mu led him around.

When the alien energy is too dense, Zhuom's detection is not very good, he can only run around according to the concentration of energy.

Accidentally plunged into the opponent's lair.

To be honest, the smell was impressive, so strong that it hit the soul directly, making him instantly feel that his sense of smell had failed.

Those shadows scrambled to come over and devour him, but unfortunately they couldn't touch him at all, as long as they got close to him, they would be torn apart and dissipated.

But even so, there were still so many monsters around. He bumped into many shadows and scattered them all the way.

Until he heard gunshots.

So he followed the sound to find where William and Ellis were.

Seeing a large pile of rotten shadows appearing behind them, it was about to devour these two poor people.

They couldn't reach them in a short time. Without thinking about it, Wilson threw out his new transformation device, which was his notebook.

Because according to his speculation, as long as it is an item that contains light, it is the nemesis of these alien energies.

The power of light represented by Ultraman and the alien ability represented by pollution seem to be naturally incompatible, and a slight touch will cause a violent reaction.

If it is an evenly matched collision, it will cause huge damage and annihilation, just like a fire all over the sky touches a flood, and a huge and terrifying water vapor will burst out.

This is also the reason why Ao from the Kingdom of Light cannot forcefully enter this world.

However, although the heterogeneous energy pollution he encountered now seemed to spread very quickly, it surrounded the entire hotel and even the town.

But fortunately, the level of these alien energies seems to be very low, and they dissipate instantly when they touch the light.It is still easy for the flood to submerge a small flame.

What the notebook carried was pure Ultra power, which easily wiped out those rotten shadows.

It's just that Wilson regretted it after throwing it out.

This is his transforming device!
Just hit that disgusting shadow!

Even if you can't touch it at all, it will dissipate as soon as you touch it, and you can't dispel the nausea!

"Maybe it's my luck." Wilson smiled and said in a perfunctory tone that anyone could tell.

Not to mention the two people with tense expressions in front of them.

Alice was still holding the revolver in his hand, looking at Wilson with an extremely solemn expression, his lips were pursed into a thin line, and every muscle in his hand was tightened, obviously extremely nervous and cautious.

"Alright alright."

Wilson raised the notebook in his hand. He wanted to keep putting it in his arms, but when he thought about smashing a disgusting monster just now, he felt a little awkward in his heart.

He blinked and showed an innocent smile:

"I just happened to be passing there, thanks to this amulet I'm carrying."

The eyes of the two were focused on the thick notebook, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching.

You call this a talisman?
"Before departure, my friend Director Armitage was a little worried about me, and then gave me this amulet."

Without blinking his eyes, Wilson said nonsense:
"I didn't expect the amulet to be so powerful in this situation."

In the previous week, Wilson was not idle. He went to the library to check in almost every day, and made friends with the curator Armitage.

Director Armitage was a learned and respected scholar, and Wilson also realized that the curator knew far more than he thought.

In Mr. Curator's office, there are also many strange items, most of which come from all over the world, symbolizing the unknown side of the world.

Some things even contain a lot of strange energy.

Obviously, Director Armitage also has a lot of research on the other side of the world.

In this case, Curator Armitage is a good reason.

Because after Wilson came to this world, the only two insiders he knew were Armitage and Jiesen.

And the irascible red fox is obviously not a serious and reliable character.

Mr. Librarian is more convincing.

"Curator Armitage?"

The red-haired icy lady repeated Wilson's words, her brows were slightly wrinkled, but she soon calmed down, and her expression was no longer so tense.

She raised her eyebrows at the professor of ancient history in front of her: "So that's the case. If this is the case, it makes sense. Curator Armitage is a respectable old gentleman."

"of course."

Wilson nodded from the bottom of his heart, showing a bright smile, "Curator Armitage has helped me a lot."

The red-haired lady narrowed her eyes slightly and asked tentatively:

"I haven't been to the library for a long time. Does Mr. Sheriff often follow Mr. Armitage?"

Wilson froze for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Hasn't the sheriff been obediently watching the gate?"

Sheriff is the name of the big black dog at the library door.

(End of this chapter)