DC: I, Kamen Rider, am not a sorcerer

Chapter 130 Fear Zero? Its Name is Nightwing (Please Subscribe and Vote)
After glancing down at the severed mechanical arm on the ground, Fear Military raised its head again, silently observing the interior of the burger shop through the shattered glass curtain wall.

"So you're robots, then I don't need to worry about being too harsh."

As a deep voice sounded, Dick slowly emerged from the dissipating black mist. Although he had some wounds, they were mostly superficial and did not affect his movement.

Dick casually ripped off the remaining armor from his arm, moved his body slightly, and then raised his hand slightly to reveal the Fear Driver, which he was holding tightly. It was mainly silver and black with red markings on it.

Although the Nightwing Neon Armor was completely destroyed as a price, Dick successfully achieved his goal, defeating a troublesome Dread Force and obtaining a driver from it that could use the Kemica.

They also received intelligence that these strange-looking armored figures, wielding powers similar to Isaac's, were just robots.

"Phew~ I remember this thing is supposed to be used like this."

He let out a soft breath, and mimicking Isaac's transformation from memory, Dick placed the Fear Driver on his waist. The automatically extending belt then firmly secured the driver to his waist.

He pulled out a replica of the Kamika, a gift from Isaac, from behind his back. Following the example of the Dread Army, Dick swiped the replica of the steam train across the driver's reading device and then inserted it into the driver.

"Transform!"

With the sudden sound of a train track alarm, Dick struck a transformation pose, then forcefully pulled the handle of the Fear Driver and shouted the transformation slogan that he had heard someone shout many times before.

"Ugh!"

However, unlike the Valbarado Impact Bumper transformation that Dick had experienced before, when he shouted the transformation command, it was incredibly intense, as if the pain of his body being suddenly torn apart instantly spread throughout his entire body.

A pitch-black train, shrouded in ominous smoke and flames, emerged from the drive unit, circled Dick a few times, and then crashed into his body.

His body was set ablaze by the raging flames of transmutation, and only the spine and ribs of his black skeleton emerged from behind Dick, before the ribs suddenly pierced into his body.

As flames and bones exploded, a dark figure exuding an ominous aura appeared. High-temperature magma, emitting white steam, dripped from its body onto the ground, instantly corroding the ground into pits and craters.

Painful, heavy breathing came from the dark figure that Nightwing had transformed into, and the next second, he knelt down on the ground, clutching his head tightly.

Countless chaotic sounds echoed in his mind, while an inexplicable impulse rose from the depths of his heart, urging him to destroy everything around him and complete his mission.

His left hand, uncontrollably reaching towards the alchemical support on his belt where the clone of Kemica was stored, was grabbed by his right hand, which was originally covering his head and was controlled by Dick.

"I am Nightwing! Not some Fear Zero! Get out of my head!" Although his thoughts were still being disturbed by the constant noise and destructive impulses, Dick, who barely managed to retain his rationality, stopped the Fear Driver from controlling his body to do what it was supposed to do.

With his right hand gripping his left, Dick roared with determination as he slammed his gripped left fist down hard into his chest.

With a dull thud, dark red arcs of electricity and energy fluctuations spread from Fear Zero's chest, and Fear Zero's head and arms hung limply.

Just after Dick made this move, the Fear Army, which had been quietly observing, seemed to have sensed something, slowly raised the alchemical gun in its hand, aimed it at the motionless Fear Zero, and pulled the trigger.

However, just as the alchemical bullet was about to touch Fear Zero's body, he, who had been motionless, suddenly came to life and dodged the incoming alchemical bullet with a simple side roll.

"I've got my body under control!? This power feels much stronger than Valbarado's! So this is how the armor called Fear is used. I think I understand now."

Fear Zero, or rather Dick, who had rolled over and hid behind a load-bearing pillar, looked at his hands, which were covered by a black alchemical undercoat, with some disbelief.

Having regained control of his body, Dick could feel the power within it more clearly. At the same time, without the interference of those voices and impulses, he was able to successfully receive the instructions for use from the armor.

"Since the other side is using firearms, then I will retaliate with firearms."

Without touching the replica Kemica stored in the alchemy stand at his waist, Dick simply reached behind him and took out several replica Kemica given to him by Isaac.

After selecting the Bullet Bang Copied Kemica from among these duplicate Kemica, Dick collected the remaining cards, then quickly swiped the Bullet Bang Copied Kemica across the driver's reading device before loading it into the driver's inverted distiller.

As the bullets clattered and the copy of Kemica was processed, the dual pistols named "Bloody BB" were quickly forged and automatically appeared in Dick's hands.

Holding his two guns, Dick slowly stood up from the ground and waited patiently. Based on the trajectory and arc of the bullets, he deduced the current position of the Fear Army. When the storm of bullets behind him gradually subsided, he rushed directly from behind the support pillar.

He aimed his two pistols at the location of the Fear Army he had deduced, and quickly pulled the trigger. Bullets carrying destructive energy flew out of the muzzles at high speed.

However, there was no sound of bullets colliding with objects, and no Fear Army soldiers were standing in that position. The moment the attack missed, Dick couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

Without the slightest hesitation, and disregarding all manners and elegance, Dick leaped directly toward the street outside the glass curtain wall. The moment his body shattered the glass and crashed heavily to the ground, a thick, dark red beam of energy descended from the sky.

Wisps of white steam, representing the high temperature, rose up. At this moment, the ceiling of the hamburger shop had been blasted through, leaving a deep crater in its center.

(End of this chapter)