Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

In front of the steps of the altar, Ms. Misha did not stop. She climbed up the steps without hesitation and came to the bottom of the nearly five-meter-high human statue.

Looking up, Ms. Misha looked at the sculpture carefully.

Judging from its appearance, it is more like a god of evil or primitive worship than a good god. It has huge compound eyes, fangs like insect mouthparts, and is covered with biological carapace like armor. , with a pair of horns of different lengths growing on the deformed head like an exoskeleton.

When she was young, she took some elective courses in anthropology. Ms. Misha knew that some ethnic groups worshiped strange primitive beliefs, which may be derived from ancestors, natural phenomena, or certain animals and plants.

But this is really the first time I have seen such an image of worship.

Ms. Misha didn't even know how to classify the source of this image. This kind of insect-like but very different from insects, filled with a subtle and threatening appearance, made her instinctively feel a sense of disgust that came from nowhere. .

Just like some people would feel disgusted or cringe even just seeing the statue or picture of the spider scorpion, Ms. Misha frowned in front of this motionless dark brown rock statue.

After a moment of silence, she shrugged.

"It looks like it's really just an ugly sculpture. I don't know what the builder's aesthetic concept is. Wouldn't it be nice to have some beautiful girls and boys? I just put such a thing here."

Red looked at the sculpture, then at Ms. Misha, with a blank expression on his face.

"Well, you see, it's not as useful to us here as the wreckage, aside from obstructing the view and creating an aesthetically painful experience—"

Ms. Misha showed a kind old man's smile that didn't match her appearance, with her palms on Red's shoulders, she slowly turned her back as she spoke, as if she was about to lead Red down the altar.

"call!"

Suddenly, without any warning, an icicle with a thickness of nearly two meters and a height of three meters like a hill rather than a wall rose from the right side of Ms. Misha.

Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening roar, like the bell of an old temple in the mountain being struck.

Immediately, the dust swayed after the sound of the late wind, and the splashed frost shot out in fine pieces, like a blooming flower.

Letting the hem of her clothes be pulled by the wind, Ms. Misha took the cigar out of her mouth as if she had just realized it, and turned her face along the small iceberg on the right.

Along the crumbling iceberg full of cracks, staring at the instigator of all this - a huge fist wrapped in rocks, Ms. Misha turned half sideways and raised her gaze.

She tapped the smoke in her mouth, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"—It can also make an old bone like me have to move a few more times, don't you think so?"

"Crack."

The fist was easily pulled out from the small iceberg, and the depression and cracks that sank nearly one meter straight made it unable to hold on and shattered.

And what shattered together with it was the dark brown rock above the sculpture.

Under Ms. Misha's calm gaze, amidst the falling gravel and dust, this huge five-meter-high sculpture is actually getting up little by little from the state of kneeling on the ground.

And under the peeled rock layer, a thick taupe was exposed.

PS:

3000 words

the second

I'm going to continue to catch up with work, woo woo woo

But if you don't go to work tomorrow, you can sleep longer without clocking in

Let’s do this first, I’m sorry everyone who was waiting for me, you can go to sleep after reading it

good night

adios(? o_o)?

Chapter 160 Three: The Holy Sword of the White Emperor!

The statue—no, it should be said that the huge humanoid life form that woke up in the statue slowly stood up. It was nearly five meters high when it was kneeling on one knee, but now it has broken through five meters mark.

Without attacking and obstructing the giant when it got up, Ms. Misha just stood there as if her feet were rooted, looking up and down with great interest at this guy who wanted to photograph the two of them like hamburger meat without saying a word.

The rocks on the giant's body quickly cracked and fell off, like fragile sand after weathering, mixed with small pieces of irregular gravel and fell to the ground, splashing waves of dust that fluctuated from high to low.

Cracked, peeled off, and finally revealed the truth hidden in it for an unknown number of years.

"Oh……"

Looking up from her legs, Ms. Misha widened her eyes a little bit, and her emerald-green eyes reflected the exact appearance of this giant after shedding the heavy rock.

Generally speaking, the change is not much, with a ferocious appearance, a thick and huge carapace, a huge and somewhat deformed muscle tissue, and one long and one short horn.

Ms. Misha suddenly felt that, in a sense, the maker of the sculpture just now was also very difficult, because from this point of view, the statue excludes the aesthetic part, and it is really lifelike in terms of craftsmanship.

In addition to the subtle oily smell under the light after the rock shell has faded away, the taupe biological armor has a more biological texture, the pair of huge khaki compound eyes and the silver-white sharp mouthparts that look like metal products also add to the giant's personality. Vivid atmosphere, so that people will not mistakenly think that it is really a repainted stone carving under such silence.

Her gaze paused for a moment at the giant's waist. For Ms. Misha, the most attractive part of the giant in front of her was not the seemingly invulnerable biological armor, nor the huge muscle group with her waist thick on the forearm alone. It is a girdle-shaped organ like some kind of exoskeleton around the giant's waist.

To be more precise, it is something like crystal tissue growing in the middle of this organ.

She felt some nostalgia on it that made her want to retch.

Shaking the cigar in her hand and putting it back into her mouth, Ms. Misha raised her eyebrows, looking at the giant who completely ignored her existence after a short period of stiffness and began to look around.

"Finally woke up? Then don't look around, or watch your head, big man."

Like sparks igniting a powder keg, the provocative words rippling under Ms. Misha's magnetic alto, caught the giant's ears.

As if he had just noticed Ms. Misha, the giant stopped turning his head left and right, and lowered his head to look down at General Winter of Sulthas.

Ms. Misha's height is considered tall even among the men's basketball team, but in front of this giant over five meters tall, she is like a fluffy hamster provoking a wild cat.

And Reid, who had been following Ms. Misha all this time, had completely disappeared at this time, and it was unknown where he had hidden in the huge deep pit in the dust just now.

Just like when Ms. Misha looked at it just now, the giant also quietly looked down at Ms. Misha in an observing posture.

This process is not long, about ten seconds or so.

Finally, before Ms. Misha was ready to put away her cigar out of impatience, abandon the troublesome dialogue and adopt traditional Sulthian diplomacy, the giant made a sound.

"...No...well, no, humans."

Ms. Misha's fingers that were about to fiddle with the cigar stopped suddenly, and her face was filled with surprise.

The giant's voice was hoarse and low, like a broken fire bellows.

Not only that, but the giant's speech also had a weird and lengthy accent. It seemed that because it hadn't spoken for too long, the giant would pause unnaturally when speaking, as if searching for words in its mind.

But compared to these uncomfortable elements, the reason why Ms. Misha showed surprise for the first time was that the giant's difficult speech was actually in Hinomaru language.

That's right, although it is intermittent and ugly, for Ms. Misha, who had a wide range of learning interests when she was young, she can clearly distinguish that it is Hinomaru language.

In this ruins, an unknown creature that speaks the Hinomaru language appeared?

What the giant's words represent is far more complicated than it appears on the surface.

However, the giant didn't care about Ms. Misha's indistinct move. It just held back for a while before it was able to say the next sentence.

"But, it's not AGITO either."

This time it was much more fluent, as if the giant was beginning to re-adapt how to communicate in Hinomaru over time.

After looking at Ms. Misha again, the giant shook his head: "It's even more impossible to be an angel... Ah, how sad, after that battle, how long have I slept with this holy place... How sad... how sad ..."

Like a puppet that was wound up wrongly, the giant raised his hands to cover his ferocious face, his voice choked up, and his whole body trembled.

He just kept repeating the words "how sad" in his mouth.

Like a patient suffering from insanity.

"Big man, can you move somewhere if you want to cry?"

Just like the common incomprehensible villains in movies, facing the giant who is immersed in depression, depression and misery, exuding such a truly sad atmosphere, Ms. Misha just curled her lips and spoke in her mother tongue He spoke in fluent Hinomaru language that would not be suspected.

"You're blocking the way."

However, the only response to Ms. Misha was the murmur that gradually raised the tone.

"How sad...how sad...to wipe out stupid mortals, to tear apart jealous angels, and now still let the Holy Spirit face such a false fake..."

In an instant, the soil and rocks under Ms. Misha's feet rolled up from left to right, like a giant python sleeping under the rock, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed Ms. Misha's entire body into it with lightning speed. Among the twisted sand and stones.

From the beginning to the end, Ms. Misha failed to make any response. The attack in the blink of an eye seemed so sudden that this veteran who had fought for almost half his life could not have expected it.

Compressed and entangled, like a boa constrictor strangling its prey, the swirling sand became harder under the compression, squeezing the unlucky egg inside bit by bit.

Suffocated, bone shattered, and finally turned into bloody residue, this silent attack seemed to herald Ms. Misha's fate.

The giant still covered his face, sobbing like weeping: "How sad, forgive me Holy Spirit...how sad..."

"Yes, how sad."

Just like when I was a child and rolled up a book into a trumpet and then spoke again, the voice with a sense of hollowness and slight echo suddenly cut off the giant's muttering.

"Crack, click, click -"

It seems to be the clear and crisp sound of the ice breaking in the river valley in early spring, from slow to urgent, from small to complex.

In the end, just like the howling torrent arching the embankment, the long-awaited collapse came in an instant.

The giant python of earth and stone exploded!

And on that messy corpse, a clear blue flower bloomed unexpectedly.

It was ice, flawless frozen ice.

"*sulthas swears*"

Patting the non-existent dust on her shoulders, straightening the unextinguished cigar in her mouth, Ms. Misha squinted her eyes and let out a puff of smoke leisurely.

"The first opponent I met was someone with a brain problem. Can you not be sad?"

She rolled her eyes: "Can't you be considerate of the old man?"

PS:

first change

The second is more likely to wait for me to wake up, probably around noon

But it seems that something went wrong again in the early morning?

In short, I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy, go to bed first

I'll update as soon as I get up tomorrow