Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 86 Malicious Peeping
"just--"

The silver-white giant uttered a majestic battle cry, flipped in mid-air, and landed lightly.

Leaning his body slightly, he took a fighting stance towards EX Marisula.

However, he hadn't waited for him to stand still.

Zhuomu's voice came suddenly, and the originally cold electronic voice rarely revealed a sense of anxiety. This was the first time Nan Ke saw Zhuomu so nervous and anxious except for the time he beat Gomora.

【warn!warn!The host encountered malicious peeping from an unknown existence! 】

【warn!warn!The host encountered malicious peeping from an unknown existence! 】

【…】

Zhuo Mu's anxious, eager and piercing siren rang three times directly in his ears.

"what?"

Nan Ke was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhuomu suspiciously.

"what happened?"

[Try to analyze 2%... Unable to analyze! 】

【@,#,@#+*■■■】

A burst of garbled characters appeared on Zhuomu's light screen.

Nan Ke looked at the blue screen in the air in astonishment, this was the first time he saw Zhuomu appearing garbled characters.

[Encountered ■■■■■■invasion, activated backup plan beta1.0.5——]

Before Nan Ke had time to ask what the backup plan beta was, and why it was followed by a string of suspicious numbers, he felt that part of his abilities were transferred instantly.

For a moment, Nan Ke's waist flashed, and he was caught off guard, only to see the mysterious giant of light who appeared in the dreamland for the first time sway, and almost fell to the ground.

The monster will not let you go when you are weak, but will seize this opportunity to take advantage of your illness to die.

The EX Marishula, who doesn't talk about martial arts, immediately released two slender and sticky tentacles from the tentacles on both sides of her, and directly wrapped them around Tiga's neck.

Tiga's size is too small compared to the EX version of Mary Hulla.Even if it transforms into a 50-meter-high giant, it is still as weak and helpless as a kindergarten child in front of the behemoth approaching 200 meters after unfolding.

Mary Hulla didn't give Nan Ke a chance to breathe, and grabbed Di Jia's slender neck with her tentacles.

Even with Ultraman's extraordinary physical fitness, they don't need to breathe.But being entangled by two huge tentacles is also extremely uncomfortable.

Not to mention, the tentacle, which could only be wrapped around the neck, is even wrapped around Tiga's head in the XL version.

In particular, Nan Ke is still in the situation where his own system has slammed a large tube of Ultra power at this moment.

Internally and externally, he almost knelt down on the spot.

Fortunately, Zhuo Mu still felt sorry for him, and he didn't drain most of the energy all at once, but left most of it for him.

Otherwise he would have flashed the red light on the spot right now.

And thanks to his strong willpower, he barely resisted Mary Hulla's tentacles, and was not fucked to his knees on the spot.

But even so, the situation is not optimistic.

The sacred giant of light ate a big turtle when he first appeared in the dreamland, holding on to resist Marisula's tentacles.

It's a good thing no one sees what's going on here now.

Zhuom set up an invisible light curtain beside Ultraman Tiga——

…………

On a peak that no one can reach in the dreamland, in a luxurious onyx castle.

In the most spacious and magnificent hall in the center of the castle, a trumpet sounded with a unique rhythm. This low-pitched chorus of horns was filled with a sense of wonder, and the melody was like an ethereal dream.

Every strange chord, every cadence that reveals a subtle sense of strangeness, makes people seem to see a vision, full of exotic flavors, and wonderful scenes that no one has ever imagined.The fragrant air is accompanied by this burst of golden notes, which is a beautiful sound that is absolutely difficult to hear in the world, and only the gods on high can enjoy it.

A strong light burst out from the hall, its color did not belong to the spectrum of the earth, and it kept changing with the sound of the trumpet, inexplicably harmonious.The light of torches is lit in the distance, and the sound of drums dances in the air full of tension and suspense, celebrating.

Mist shrouded the hall, and the strange aroma gathered into clouds. Two rows of huge black slaves prostrated respectfully under the throne in the center. Even the slaves were wrapped in colorful silk loincloths.

On their heads were strapped helmet-like torches, made of gleaming metal, burning with unknown perfumes, and exuding fragrant clouds of smoke.They held crystal scepters in their right hands, the tip of which was carved into squinting chimeras, and in their left hands held a long, thin silver trumpet, and played it in turn.They wore gold armlets and anklets connected by golden chains, obliging them to walk with solemn steps.

A lone figure sits on the topmost gorgeous throne. He is tall and slender, with the face of an ancient pharaoh when he was young. He wears colorful robes and golden red and white clothes that shine from the inside out. The double crown is filled with a bright and beautiful atmosphere.

That haughty demeanor, that king-like demeanor, as if everything in the world is not enough to be worthy of him.

The swarthy appearance emanates an allure that belongs either to a dark deity or to a fallen archangel.

At this time, he is slightly raising his proud head, and looking into the infinite distance.

There was a gleam of interest in the eyes, with a fickle luster.

He only saw the holy and pure silver-white body for a brief moment, and then it was covered by an opaque blue screen.

He hummed a pleasant tune softly, and when he spoke, a soft melody flowed from his mellow voice, like the water of a river of forgetfulness.

"Really, a wonderful existence."

He spoke in a strange, non-normal pronunciation language. Human beings seem to be unable to pronounce a language with an extremely rich range of sounds, but this language allows others to clearly understand the meaning.

Behind the mist of the great hall, in the shadows of the shadows, looming around the dark pharaoh was a churning black mist.

"I like the toys you brought me, my friend. It's just, a little bit unsatisfactory."

Pharaoh affectionately called that darkness of darkness, mist of mist.

In the mist, there was also a chuckle:
"It's all about taking your time, isn't it?"

The pharaoh's slender and slender fingertips were flying a small and exquisite card, with exquisite patterns printed on it, lifelike, as if it really existed.It is faintly visible, and there are several streamlined spheres between light blue and green on it.

"of course."

Pharaoh also showed a smile, and he nodded slightly towards the black mist with a relaxed expression.

"I've always been a very patient audience."

(End of this chapter)