With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

Chapter 641: Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott

Deus Ex Machina Industry (DEM) was one of the few companies in the world that could manufacture display devices for decades to come.

Having their own elite elf legion, their quality and equipment far surpass those of the later-stage AST forces; they are not even in the same league.

The AST unit, where the female protagonist of the original work is located, is also filled with female voices, seemingly because women are more adaptable to artificial magical energy.

Although they basically disappeared completely in the later part of the novel, the strength of AST was still considerable, with at least an average level three on each member.

Compared to the regular AST unit, DEM is much more powerful, possessing three super-powerful magicians: Ellen Mira Mathers, Mana Takamiya, and Artemisia Bell Ashcroft.

Their technology is world-class, and after using the top-tier display devices provided by DEM, their combat power should all be at the fourth tier.

Among them, Ellen Mira Mathers even has the strength to defeat an elf one-on-one, of course, excluding Yang Li and Mio...

Standing in front of the store opposite DEM, Yang Li looked up at the building in front of him, his gaze piercing through the crowd beneath his hood.

At this stage, DEM does not yet have any influence in the official storyline, since they have not yet developed a manifestation device.

In the original work, this technology was created by DEM Company through experiments conducted on Nia Honjo, and the process was extremely bloody.

However, it seems that in the early stages of the game, only the weakest Pokémon, such as Nia, is likely to be captured and experimented on. The situation is completely different if it is a different Pokémon.

If protected by the display device, even Origami Tobiichi, whose strength is considered extremely high among humans in the original work, would not be able to fight against Tohka Yatogami.

Artificial magic is actually a variant of spiritual power, and in essence, it is not much different from spiritual power. The arbitrary domain is a super deterioration of the [Reincarnation Paradise].

"There's a cool spiritual energy about her. It seems Yoshino is indeed at DEM..."

"Young man! Here, take this meatball."

The street vendor, who seemed like a nice person, packed two servings of spicy hot pot in a fast food container and handed them to Yang Li, while also taking the money.

Although the owner was a little puzzled as to why the customer only wanted meatballs, he didn't say anything, after all, it's a matter of personal freedom to choose what to eat.

With a smile and a wave goodbye, Yang Li, carrying the food in her left hand and 'cognitive interference' covering her body, began to walk towards the DEM building.

After easily crossing the road, Yang Li entered through the main entrance. Inside the lobby were ordinary employees, but Yang Li walked around them to the inside.

With her clairvoyance activated, Yang Li began ascending a staircase, and everything there seemed strangely familiar to her.

In her memory, when Itsuka Shido went to DEM to find Yatogami Tohka, he seemed to have walked down this road.

"Tianxiang, would you like to try some meatballs?"

Yang Li's golden eyes trembled slightly as he released his physical control, one eye gradually turning deep purple, while a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

Yang Li took a vicious bite of the meatball, and as she chewed it, her entire demeanor changed. Her previously languid air was now filled with resentment.

"Don't worry about it."

"You're still eating my meatballs, isn't it a bit inappropriate to talk to me like that?"

If someone were to speak to another person using two different tones, they would certainly be mistaken for someone with schizophrenia, and in reality, that would be quite accurate.

Yang Li, who in a sense has an extra soul within her body, would suffer from a split personality if she didn't choose to resolve the other consciousness.

She quickly ate the three dumplings on a skewer, her right golden eye remaining calm, while her left deep purple eye showed a hint of excitement.

Yang Li, halfway through, shook the chisel in his hand, squinted his eyes to sense Yoshino's position, and decided to finish the job quickly.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Just as the shout to dispel his abilities rang out beside him, a mercenary immediately raised his gun and aimed it at Yang Li, his eyes filled with panic. After all, anyone would be startled if someone suddenly appeared next to them.

The gun was pointed at Yang Li's head, and the nearly two-meter-tall, burly man looked terrified.

'I bet this guy's afraid of ghosts.'

'……boring.'

Despite being rebuked by Tianxiang, Yang Li chuckled without getting angry and raised the chisel in his hand.

With a slight sidelong glance, Yang Li's figure vanished from the spot, and the next moment he silently appeared behind the mercenary.

With a surge of spiritual energy from his right hand, the enhanced wooden stick shot out diagonally upwards, piercing the burly man's back, and blood gushed from the puncture site.

How could someone at most a level one possibly resist Yang Li? The firearms were certainly not weak, but the user had to be strong enough.

After all, if you don't react quickly enough, even if you have a high-powered explosive in your hand, it's useless; the enemy might even snatch it and stuff it into your mouth...

With a quick glance, Yang Li spotted a man who had been drawn by the shouts in the distance and slapped him in the back of the chest.

After piercing through, the drill continued to fly out, and the tiny hidden weapon, enhanced by excessive spiritual power and comparable to an alloy, stuck in the mercenary's forehead.

Yang Li took down two enemies with a single chisel. He glanced down at the things he was carrying and realized he could take down ten more.

"Tianxiang, why have you been hiding inside the spirit crystal all this time?"

A dark pillar of light rose beside him. As he drew the Tyrant, Yang Li asked softly, and then slashed out with his sword.

A stream of purplish-black light pierced through the ceiling, blasting a large hole all the way up to the rooftop. Yang Li leaped upwards with all his might.

Ignoring the chaos in the building, Yang Li merged the Tyrant in his hand with the throne revealed in the dark pillar of light, directly summoning the [Sword of the End].

"It's boring. Both the elves and the humans are too dull."

"I see. I'll find you something good next time."

With the Sword of the End raised above his head, Yang Li sensed Yoshino's position, deliberately deflected it, and then unleashed a powerful slash.

A massive wave of spiritual energy pierced through the entire building, cleaving the floors below the 18th floor diagonally, causing numerous mercenary casualties in an instant.

"A perfect assassination, and who are you then?"

Floating in mid-air, Yang Li looked at a figure not far away that was also suspended in the air, its golden shell truly dazzling.

It looked like something out of an anime she watched as a child, Armor Hero, but her eyes told her that this thing wasn't Emperor Armor.

He glanced at Airen on the large helicopter and saw a woman next to her holding Yoshino, who seemed to be alright.

Having confirmed that the little girl was alright, Yang Li breathed a sigh of relief and turned her attention back to the golden-haired creature.

"Don't you remember me? You used to stab me hard with that shiny big gun..."

"Remember this well, I'm just a Kamen Rider who's passing by."

PS: 1. This is the second update today.

2. A day without classes. Starting from waking up at 12 noon, I should be able to finish by 3 pm today, I'll try my best...

(*￣︶￣)~Hehe~

Chapter 642, Section 604: Nyarlathotep - Unstoppable Force

Chapter 642: Nyarlathotep - Unstoppable Force

The fight started without warning. Facing Westcott, an enemy who had suddenly become strange, Yang Li had no intention of holding back.

The Sword of the End shattered due to excessive power release. She then drew her curry stick and swung it down in a flurry of blows.

However, to Yang Li's surprise, Westcott, who seemed to have a very high-class demeanor and possessed a strange and unsettling aura, was actually quite weak.

She had heard of the famous Japanese tokusatsu Kamen Rider series, although she had never watched it, but the Chinese Armor Hero was a classic childhood memory for her.

Seeing the same color scheme as the Emperor Warrior, and feeling inexplicably annoyed, Yang Li went all out from the start.

With a solid sword strike, Westcott, who instinctively raised his arm to block, had his arm severed along with his armor...

With lightning speed, he delivered a sword strike followed by a kick, sending Westcott, whose belt had been shattered, flying towards the half-built building before rolling several times and collapsing to the ground.

"This, this is impossible! This is the Chonghuang porcelain I painstakingly crafted by hand over three days! How could someone kick it to pieces with just one kick?!"

Scrambling up from behind the pierced wall, clad in tattered gear, Westcott rolled on the ground, his voice filled with disbelief at the brutal beating.

However, when paired with the horrifying face after the mask fell off and Westcott's voice gradually becoming more feminine, the sense of incongruity about him reached an extreme.

Especially to Yang Li, the constantly changing voice began to sound familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

"Damn it, I still haven't had time to add more equipment. The hand-made outer shell is still too fragile."

Yang Li, who had just choked on her head and was facing Westcott's deep bow, subconsciously looked away as her lips twitched slightly after regaining her senses.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that this guy was incredibly embarrassing, and even felt a tiny bit of disgust towards him.

Discarding the eerie sense of familiarity in her heart, Yang Li ignored Westcott, who was now in tears and whose demeanor was becoming increasingly bizarre, and flew towards the helicopter in the sky.

A whirlwind coiled around the holy sword, and using his ability to manipulate space, Yang Li instantly disappeared into mid-air, causing the helicopter to lose its target.

A golden sword light flashed, and the helicopter, interfered with by the storm, began to go out of control. At the same time, the extremely hard holy sword tore through the helicopter's shell, opening a hole as tall as a person in the door.

A hand reached in through the tear, and the pungent smell of spicy hot pot made Ailian frown instinctively. Then, a box-shaped package flew towards her.

"Don't be shy, I'll treat you to some meatballs."

The holy sword dissipated into spiritual particles. Yang Li, who was holding Yoshino with his right hand, grabbed the hot pot box with his left hand and slammed it onto Ai Lian's face.

With a burst of spiritual power, Yang Li, holding Yoshino, soared into the sky, quietly watching the helicopter crash. A figure darted out from the dust and smoke.

With his short silver hair fluttering in the wind, Westcott, having lost an arm, tossed the unconscious Eileen aside after his feet touched solid ground.

"That's really ruthless. Using such an attack directly on Ailian, I definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it either."

Pinching his nose and looking disgusted, Westcott kicked Elaine away and grinned at Yang Li.

However, judging from his increasingly lewd expression, which then turned into one of boredom, this guy was peeking under Yang Li's skirt in mid-air, but was ultimately defeated by her safety shorts.

As Yang Li's gaze gradually became somewhat dangerous, she first helped the smaller Yoshino to her feet, placing her head on her chest, before turning her attention back to Westcott.

"Well, how should I put it, your imitation is too clumsy, or rather, you didn't even try to imitate... You're not Westcott, so who are you?"

Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott is a man with great ambition and extreme arrogance.

Even if she had severely injured and disfigured him, he would at most show deep hatred for her, but he would not put on such a clownish act.

If she wasn't mistaken, the body of this Westcott had already been quietly replaced by another being.

Is she a rule-breaker from some amusement park? Or a stray from some higher world? Or perhaps someone with the same origin as her?

Guided by a gut feeling, she had a nagging sense that this Westcott resembled one of the pleasure-seeking criminals she had encountered before…

"Tianxiang, do you want to see Xiao Si off?"