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Chapter 150 The Last Rock and Roll, The Funeral of the Guitar (The End of the Homiga Chapter)
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The terrifying roar of the sonic boom finale of the Speaker Hero, Golden Soul, still echoed under the damaged dome of the warehouse, the lingering sound making people's eardrums ache.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of ionization and the dust from the shattered walls.

At that moment, the overwhelming aura emanating from Speaker Scratcher, powerful enough to rewrite the rules of the Pokémon Encyclopedia, struck the guy named [AG] in the crowd like an invisible giant hammer!

Inside the warehouse, all the contempt and mockery on AG's greasy face seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible giant hand, leaving only frozen horror and a kind of bewilderment as if the truth had struck the top of his head.

The existence of the Speaker Cricket—no, that brief, dazzling, godlike Speaker Cricket Warrior—is itself the loudest slap in the face to his barren understanding.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he squeezed out incoherent sobs from his dry throat. He frantically groped around and pulled out an unopened bottle of champagne from a corner.

"boom--!"

Like a bullet launched by fate, the cork, carrying his most primal and raw worship of the true meaning of "chivalry," whistled and pierced through the rusty roof of the warehouse!
"Rejoice! For the birth of the new king! For the arrival of a miracle! May the sound gate endure forever—!!! For the Kricketune Maestro!!!!"

“Puwaa ...

AG was violently impacted by the splashing champagne foam and gold liquid, which splattered all over his face. His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, crashing onto the wet floor with a thud, unconscious.

It is said that from then on, this AG completely converted to the Sound Gate and became a die-hard believer of Speaker Squeeze.

A strange tale has emerged in the lower district of Liyong City, about a fat otaku named AG who believes in "Speaker Cricket Warrior".

He not only established a massive "Speaker Squeegee Club," frantically promoting the "miracles" of the Speaker Squeegee, collecting all related legends and "eyewitness reports," but also personally funded the printing of posters and the production of merchandise, proclaiming to everyone he met the rule-breaking light of evolution that night in the warehouse.

Of course, everyone in the club was treated as idiots who believed in urban legends, and potential clients of the psychiatrist.

People scoffed at him, calling him "Speaker Fanatic AG," their eyes filled with pity for an urban legend fanatic.

Only AG knows that it's not just a legend.

He clutched the crudely printed "Speaker Hero's Travelogue" in his hand, stubbornly guarding his sober awareness of having witnessed "real miracles" amidst the surrounding jeers.

Inside the warehouse, amidst the shocked gazes of everyone, only one person displayed an air of self-assurance, gently straightening his suit cuffs.

"Heh... a perfectly matched speaker system, just as expected, everything is going according to my plan!"

Mo Zhen leaned against the cold oil drum, his golden eyes calmly reflecting everything amidst the smoke and the aftershocks of electronic music.

The fervor of AG, the fleeting glimpse of the speaker-wielding hero, and Homiga's soul-rending roar all fell into his eyes, like lines already copied into a script being precisely recited by an actor.

Thomson's existence was the last amplifier he reserved for Homiga's sacred voice, destined to resonate throughout the soul.

Seeing Mo Zhen's uncanny ability to foresee events and his seemingly directorial control over everything, Xiao Mengzi was once again awestruck by the unfathomable and terrifying divine power.

It felt that its strategies were as insignificant as dust in front of this being, and that it could never even dream of turning the tables and regaining its divine power!

The thought of this overwhelmed me with a sense of despair.

Does this mean we'll have to eat purple eggs every day from now on?! Wait, that's a serious protein overload!!!
Just then, that clueless pink-clad idiot suddenly let out a pig-like scream.

[Ughh ...

Its massive body began to twist wildly, as if it were being brutally punished by an invisible force.

It seems that the appearance of Speaker Squeakman triggered a huge chain reaction, and the future timeline suddenly became chaotic, plunging this pink waste into extreme chaos.

Of course, it could also be that an alpaca, seeing that a Speaker Cricket's base stats actually surpassed its own, is unleashing divine punishment on its incompetent subordinate...

Just then, the light from the pair of huge, buzzing speaker chambers on the chest of the Speaker Scraper suddenly dimmed, emitting a soft "beep" sound as if its energy had run out.

Its tall, powerful silhouette quickly blurred and shrank under the gaze of the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, the dazzling light of evolution completely dissipated, leaving behind what was once again the familiar, slightly thin speaker-like cricket.

The tuning fork on its forelimbs still seemed to retain a faint orange glow, but it was no longer as sharp as before and hung down somewhat wearily.

"What...what's going on?!"

Thomson looked at his old friend, who had returned to normal, somewhat bewildered.

"Hmph, it's just the Kamen Rider's transformation being deactivated."

Mo Zhen explained it casually, as if he were commenting on a tokusatsu film.

"It's less of an evolution and more of a transformation. With great power comes great responsibility. This power is the embodiment of 'chivalry.' It can only temporarily evolve and gain that power when 'righteousness' requires it to step forward. Once the transformation ends, it will naturally return to its original state."

[Croak! Finally... finally stopped exerting force!!]

As the speaker-shaped cricket deactivated its transformation, the strange phenomena that had appeared on Xiaomengzi seemed to have ended as well.

The fear in Hongdou's eyes subsided slightly, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

That burst of 768 base stats just now was terrifying. It felt like even the Alpaca's creation slab was about to crack, and the entire timeline was creaking!
Now, with this "transformation time limit" in place, the timeline has finally stabilized...

I guess so?
Regardless, after Speaker Squeeze pushed Homiga's rock performance to a devastating climax, the entire battleground was turned upside down!

Team Poison Smoke's resistance crumbled and collapsed rapidly, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, under the complete defection of Poison-type Pokémon and the roused counterattack of Team Quick Gun!
The scales of victory have tipped in Mo Zhen's favor!
Homiga stood in the eye of the storm, her white, disheveled hair soaked with sweat and blood, clinging to her pale cheeks.

The electric sparks her fingertips produced on the strings were no longer as violent as before; each pluck felt like it was draining the last bit of her life force.

Deep within her amber pupils, the culprit was reflected not far away—Heisenberg, the executioner who shot her father.

This final chapter, written in blood and rock and roll, should come to an end!
"Centipede King!!!"

Homiga let out a hoarse, sharp shout.

"Roar--!!!"

The centipede elder, scarred yet even more ferocious, responded instantly, its massive body surging forward with the force to crush everything!

Without hesitation, Homiga flipped over and leaped onto its armored back, locking onto the bald figure who was retreating in panic, his killing intent forming a single line!
"Run it over!"

The centipede elder's enormous body, like a giant crossbow bolt fired from its barrel, crushed the wreckage and defeated soldiers.

Wherever they went, the Poison Smoke team members and the elves blocking their way were swept away like tattered sacks!
It carried the white-haired, wildly dancing vengeful goddess, charging straight towards Heisenberg with unstoppable momentum!
At this moment when the outcome was almost certain—

Boom! ! !

Seawater surged in violently from the large hole on the side of the warehouse, where the Toad King had knocked it open!

A huge, twisted blue figure, exuding a strong aura of death, blocked the entrance to the cave, like a demon crawling back from the abyss of hell!

It's that three-characteristic toad king that was thrown into the sea!

Half of its body was grotesquely distorted, with muscle fibers exposed and filthy blood flowing through it—irreversible cellular damage left by the sonic boom finale!
However, its water storage property allowed it to absorb a huge amount of water from the sea, forcibly maintaining the last bit of mobility in this broken body.

At this moment, its only remaining scarlet eye burned with an extreme and pure desire for destruction, staring intently at Homiga on the back of Elder Centipede!
"Gurgle...quack quack quack quack—!!!"

It ignored all obstacles in its path, with only one target—the white-haired woman!
It wanted to drag her down with it into eternal silence!

"Hahahaha, great! You white-haired brat, go see your dead old man!"

Heisenberg's contorted face erupted in a roar that was a mixture of ecstasy and cruelty.

"Oops!"

Carbin and the others' expressions changed drastically.

A close call!
Homiga could even smell the deathly aura emanating from the Toad King, a mixture of burnt and deadly poison!

"gas--!!!"

A sharp, piercing screech, carrying unprecedented resolve and enlightenment, tore through the chaotic battlefield!
It's a gas bomb!

That purple sphere that first spun for her in the abandoned factory, is now teetering on the brink of collapse!

It heard it! It understood it!
That wild soul of ROCK and ROLL resonated and burned wildly in the last energy core within its body!
Rock and Roll!

What is rock and roll?
It's shaking! It's rolling!
It's a never-ending spinning storm!

This is not just rhythm, but the attitude of life!
Inspired by Homiga's burning passion for rock and roll, all the remaining toxic energy within its body was instantly compressed, spun, and burned!
"Hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

The gas bomb emitted a piercing shriek beyond its limits, and its already unstable sphere instantly began to spin wildly at a dizzying speed!

Spin! Spin again! Spin beyond the limits!

The surrounding air was violently churned, compressed, and distorted!
Guided by the faint electronic music of Homiga, it transformed its last bit of life energy and the rock and roll soul it had comprehended into a... golden swirling force!
Om-! ! !
It transformed into a high-speed spiral cyclone, with a flawless spiral trajectory, tearing through the rain curtain and striking the side of the Toad King's battered charging body with perfect precision!
The perfect golden spiral power - Rasengan!!! The spiral energy, like countless high-speed spinning razors, instantly invaded the Toad King's already collapsing body!
The forced water balance was completely shattered, and irreversible cellular damage was instantly triggered!
"Gulp...uh..."

The toad king's enormous body spun wildly, and the madness in its single eye was instantly replaced by a huge void.

It couldn't even utter a final, mournful cry before transforming into a wildly spinning figure like a helicopter rotor, plunging into the deep sea and disappearing without a trace...

The last and strongest barrier is gone!
The Toad King's final struggle was crushed, and the ecstatic joy that had just appeared on Heisenberg's face instantly froze, turning into boundless paleness and a deep-seated fear.
Escape! We must escape this hell immediately!

He lunged at Yongkila, screaming.

"Yagira! Teleport!"

A burst of blue light flashed in Yongira's eyes, silver spoons crossed, and the space began to fluctuate violently!
【Teleport】!
Just as space was about to distort and engulf the two of them—

[Hmph, want to escape? 】

A cold voice, like a judgment from the deepest hell, with a strange Los Angeles accent, suddenly rang out behind him!

In the shadows of the ruins, a blue figure slowly rose to his feet.

Luca was covered in blood, the excruciating pain from his broken ribs almost tearing his consciousness apart, but his eyes, those eyes burning with the indomitable black flames of the "Mamba Mentality," were frighteningly bright!

When an enemy attempts to escape, a certain passive mechanism deep within the soul is triggered.

The final words of the old man resonated deep within my soul: Never give up! Never admit defeat!
[Lightning, whirlwind, cleave!]

It was as if time had been slowed down.

Luca's afterimage vanished from the spot; it wasn't a simple "shave," but rather an ultimate leap that combined the Mamba Mentality and transcended limits!

Amidst a shrill whistling sound as the air was torn apart, it appeared before Yagira, its right leg transforming into a blue afterimage that ripped through space—it was the Ultimate Wave Sword, a weapon that embodied all the power of the Aura and all the indomitable will!
It was as if the phantom image of a helicopter propeller was roaring and spinning behind it, providing a cutting force that transcended the laws of physics!
Tempest Kick - Motorbike Mode - Lightning Whirlwind Slash!!!

"Plop—smash!"

The silver spoon that Yongkira raised, along with its slender arm, was severed at the root by the lightning whirlwind that embodied the Mamba Mentality!

The barrier of mental power shattered like paper!
Before Yongkira could even scream, the blue light in his eyes went out instantly, and he collapsed to the ground like a piece of rotten wood.

The color drained from Heisenberg's face instantly, and the spatial fluctuations stopped abruptly!

His last escape route was completely severed by this hellish [Lightning Whirlwind Strike]!

"Do not--!!!"

A desperate scream was forced from his throat.

The very next second after Yongira was cleaved away, a white figure leaped high from Elder Centipede's back like a vengeful comet!
It's Homiga!

She gripped her battered, cracked wooden guitar tightly in both hands.

That was her father's clumsy expectation, the starting point of her rock and roll dream, and a witness to all the deception, humiliation, and blood debts.

She swung the guitar high, carrying her entire weight, her burning soul, all her grief and anger, and her determination to end everything, and swung it down hard at Heisenberg's bald head, a head full of calculation and cruelty!

The wind whistled in my ears.

The moment the guitar fell, time stretched out infinitely.

Everything from the past flashed through Homiga's mind like a revolving lantern.

The cold drumbeats of oil drums in the abandoned factory...

The warmth of his rough hands as his father handed him the guitar...

The gas bomb spun, spewing purple smoke in ecstasy...

The centipede king's carapace resonated with the rhythmic cadence...

The deep roar of Dust Mountain blends into the bass...

Purple smoke billowed amidst the fake cheers from the audience...

A cold calculation behind Akromar's lenses...

Mo Zhen's penetrating gaze, as if she had been stripped bare...

On stage, dogs barking and champagne, abandoning all dignity...

The bloody hole that exploded in his father's chest and his final entrustment...

The pure love of the Poison-type Pokémon and their bloodshed at this moment...

Every frame is connected to the strings of this broken wooden guitar, and to the rock and roll spirit that was deceived, exploited, and ultimately rediscovered through blood and fire.

Farewell, old dreams of abandoned factories.

Farewell, the bubble of rock and roll dreams.

Farewell, to the shame of shattered dignity.

Farewell, to the despair of falling into the abyss.

Goodbye... Dad!
Bang!
That broken wooden guitar, which carried everything from the past, slammed hard onto Heisenberg's skull!

Wood chips, strings, blood... all mixed together with a dull, heartbreaking explosion, and then it all burst open!

Heisenberg didn't even utter a sound; his body suddenly slumped down, collapsing like a watermelon that had been smashed.

And the broken wooden guitar in Homiga's hand, which symbolized the beginning of rock and roll and family affection, shattered completely after completing this final revenge, emitting a mournful sound like a lament as its strings broke.

The mournful sound of the snapping string seemed to be a final farewell to the past—the absurd dreams, the shattered dignity, the profound despair, and the heavy paternal love.

The performance... has ended.

Homiga seemed to have all his strength drained away, and the remaining sparks of electricity at his fingertips were completely extinguished.

She looked at the last remaining fragment of the violin neck that had slipped from her hand, as if looking at a tombstone burying the past.

It's really... all over.

Homiga's body swayed, and the world before her eyes began to spin, blur, and darken.

Everything from the past flashes by and freezes in the faded vision, like a film reel.

Having completed this ultimate rock and roll performance, played with her life, and personally ended her enemy, she felt... she had no regrets in this life.

As her consciousness sank into darkness, she collapsed helplessly onto the cold, dirty ground like a bird with broken wings.

However, the expected coldness did not arrive.

A long, strong arm steadily caught her falling body.

Mo Zhen had appeared beside her without her noticing, the hem of his red suit swaying slightly in the chaotic air currents.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, her face as pale as paper, her breathing weak but her expression serene, her golden eyes reflecting the lingering smoke and blood in the warehouse.

"A perfect performance, a perfect curtain call, well done!"

"Homiga!"

"How is she?!"

Carbin, Thomson, the handsome guy, and others anxiously gathered around.

Mo Zhen looked down at the unconscious, pale-faced girl in his arms, feeling her faint but still present breath.

His usual playful smile faded, leaving only a calm expression, as if he had just completed a satisfying work.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

He spoke casually, a subtle smile curving his lips, as if he were admiring the final curtain call he had directed.

"Because I like... comedic endings."

(End of this chapter)