The legend of Tiga

Chapter 1023 Absurd Sober

On the dark street, the lonely street lamp casts a dim light, reflecting an office worker leaning on the light pole below, but at the moment he is wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he is no longer energetic, as decadent as a loser who has just been thrown away , sitting dejectedly on the dirty ground, muttering incessantly: "Give me. Let me go back"

This kind of voice and this kind of people are all over the whole street, and you can see people walking in a daze everywhere, their eyes are dull, their faces are sad, and they are listless. Coupled with the weak voice, they are like zombies in the doomsday, and like addicted people. Collective street tour.

I can no longer see the busy traffic of the old city, let alone the prosperity of people coming and going, only the "walking dead" who have lost their fighting spirit, lost their will, and irrational are all over the streets, cities, and the world. It took thousands of years to forge. The order, morality, and belief in human civilization are all destroyed.

I don't know how long it has passed, everyone seems to have been pressed the pause button, all stopped their wandering movements and wailing sounds, their godless eyes completely lost their focus, and they have already entered dreamland, and their faces are also blurred. Immediately, he showed a happy and happy expression, as if he met the person he wanted to see the most, ate the food he wanted to eat the most, and lived the life he most expected.

But this kind of happiness brings the whole world, every city, every street, every person, deathly silence, no vitality, no vitality, just like the rainbow after the rain, Beautiful but can't bear a little.

As the song sang, the time of happiness is always very short, less than 3 minutes, the silent street once again sounded human shouts, and this time, even the people who were sitting paralyzed jumped up, like crazy Roaring:

"Stop me."

"Don't attack it."

"Damn it, Tiga stop."

"Ah, my flower, that is my flower."

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Countless people are roaring, their eyes are red with anger, they are howling at the top of their lungs, they are gnashing their teeth, wanting to tear Tiga, who destroyed their dreams, into pieces
But no matter how loud their voices are, they can't pass through the fog of dreams and reach the dark corners; no matter how angry their hearts are, they can't stop Tiga from the dream dimension from continuing to attack Zijiela.

In the greater chaos, there were two people wearing medieval-style black robes walking unhurriedly, walking on the disorderly street in the appearance of normal people, looking at the surrounding people with pity people.

The middle-aged man walking on the left held Mitsuo Itabashi's face and snorted coldly: "Human beings who are swayed by useless emotions have no value at all."

"Yeah," Keiko Onuma, who was dressed as a witch, glanced to the right. A man was unleashing his anger on the flower bed, messing up the green flowers and plants, which made her even more disdainful, and said, "This world is still alive. It's going to be destroyed, give up."

"Yes, the darkness is about to wake up." Mitsuo Banqiao walked to a high place, stood in front of the railing, looked into the distance, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to take everything on this planet into his eyes, and said, "But."

"Do you still remember the grudge?" Keiko Onuma turned to look at Mitsuo Itabashi.

"I don't have those useless feelings that will only disturb my heart," Mitsuo Itabashi said expressionlessly, "Just don't let that guy go, I want him to know that he is not worthy to be the savior at all, only we—the great Only the Kyriairods can save this planet."

"Then hurry up, especially be careful of that Demon God who never sleeps."

"Hmph," Mitsuo Banqiao snorted coldly, and said, "The power there is not so easy to get. I really want to see how he fails."

"That would be too risky," Onuma Keiko touched the stone plate lightly held in both hands with her fingers, and said, "There are so many worlds, so what does it matter if you give up this polluted world."

Mitsuo Banqiao didn't speak, just stared ahead, but he didn't know whether he was looking at the starry sky in the sky or the crazy people on the ground, but there was a sarcasm in his eyes, as if he was laughing at those who knew it was impossible but did it.

Keiko Onuma stretched out her arms, allowing the stone plate in her hand to receive the light of the moonlight, and said quietly: "When the world is turbid, clarity is a mistake, Ultraman Tiga, your persistence is doomed Useless."

The patterns on the stone mirror light up, shining like a silver moon in the sky, but it reflects a dim picture:
At the end is a dark mist, from which vines of different thicknesses pass through, intertwined with each other, more complicated than the world's largest overpass, and in the middle of this huge vine cage, Dijia is opposite each other The extremely slender vines are entangled.

Looking carefully, these vines are still growing rapidly, spreading over Di Jia, trying to wrap him completely, but Di Jia is motionless, only the color timer flashing red light, which shows that he is still alive Facts, but in this way, it is obvious that he has lost consciousness, so he will let others do anything.

And not far away, a red goblin with only the upper body and a monster with tree balls on the lower body is drifting towards Tiga under the traction of several vines. His slender eyes are staring at Tiga viciously, as if he has a blood feud Generally speaking, but when he saw the gap on his left body that almost divided him into two halves, he immediately understood why there was such a strong hatred.

Onuma Keiko shook his head in disappointment, and said, "It seems that this Wang Qingshui is already dirty."

Mitsuo Banqiao looked 'as expected' and said, "I told him a long time ago, don't try to be the savior of this world, he doesn't."

Before he finished speaking, Mitsuo Banqiao noticed that Dijia's fingers seemed to move, and his eyes widened immediately, staring at the picture in the mirror, but when he looked left and right, there was no movement at all, as if that It was just his illusion, because the 'half-tree man' who was closer and should have looked more carefully was still approaching.

As the distance increased, the tree balls on Wusum's lower body spread out, forming octopus-like tentacles, reaching out to Di Jia in front. Each 'tentacle' had countless barbs, all vertical Get up, ready to stab into the prey, and then suck desperately, and have a good 'eat'.

"It's over." Keiko Onuma looked bored, like watching a sci-fi blockbuster with anticipation, only to find that the fake special effects were not as good as her PS level.

"No, he's finished." Mitsuo Itabashi's words stunned Keiko Onuma. Isn't that the same meaning?But then I knew who the "he" Mitsuo Itabashi said was, because the picture in the mirror that seemed destined to end had a new change.

(End of this chapter)