Great, we're doomed now!

Hey~

The doorbell rang softly, and the two felt as if they had entered a new world, as the many gazes that had been lingering around them finally disappeared.

The café wasn't crowded. Soft sunlight streamed onto the wooden tables and chairs, and a faint aroma of coffee filled the air, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Ye Shou restrained himself this time, neither smiling nor raising his voice to attract attention, and naturally released Carmilla.

Seeing that the window seat was empty, he went over and sat down, picking up the menu as he went.

Carmilla stood at the door, her gaze sweeping over the shop's simple decor as if she were scrutinizing the place. In reality, her left hand was unconsciously rubbing her right wrist, which Ye Shou had just grabbed. She was clearly lost in thought before slowly walking over and sitting down opposite Ye Shou.

A moment after I ordered, the waiter came over with two cups of coffee, carefully placed them on the table, gave a slight bow, said "Please enjoy," and then turned and hurried back to the bar as if he were running for his life.

Strangely enough, he was used to seeing all sorts of people in his job and was very polite in his interactions with guests, but he became so nervous in front of these two that he couldn't speak.

"You're too conspicuous." Ye Shou picked up his coffee, his tone as indifferent as if he were just saying the weather was nice today. "This makes it inconvenient for you to go anywhere."

Carmilla raised her hand to smooth the stray hairs at her temples, her elegant and natural movement instantly changing the atmosphere of the shop, like gently stirring the surface of a calm lake.

“People in this era like to make a fuss over nothing.” She picked up her coffee cup, glanced down at it, and put it down again. “And the clothes are too complicated. The streets are full of all sorts of colors, there’s no sense of harmony at all.”

“That’s to show off individuality.” Ye Shou smiled. “If you want to pursue a sense of uniformity, you have to go to school and company… In these two places, most people wear clothes simply for convenience and speed.”

"Uniforms?"

"In the end, not everyone can wear a dress with the aura of armor like you do."

Ye Shougang was about to laugh but quickly held it back: "That's how society is. On the surface, it encourages people to express their individuality, but if you really stand out from the crowd, you will immediately become an outlier."

Carmilla's lips curled up slightly: "Even though thirty million years have passed, humans are still so contradictory... Do they still remember us now?"

Ye Shou did not answer, but simply picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Carmilla turned her head to look at the pedestrians hurrying past the window. Those people had their heads down, staring at the glowing screens in their hands, their steps unwavering, their expressions numb.

She shook her head and looked away: "Forget it, there's no point in being remembered. They receive too much information. Even if they see it somewhere, they'll probably forget about it quickly."

"Let's change our clothes," Ye Shou said, putting down his cup instead of continuing the discussion. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Carmilla looked up at him, a hint of displeasure in her golden eyes: "Why should I change myself for the sake of other people's opinions?"

"It's not for anyone else." Ye Shou paused, a smile playing on his lips. "It's because I want to see you in modern clothes—I'm kind of looking forward to it."

Carmilla's fingers curled slightly... She didn't speak, but simply turned her head away, her gaze falling out the window.

People on the street were still hurrying along, and the sunlight shone on her profile, melting away some of the thin layer of cold iciness that had settled on her face.

After a few seconds, she stood up: "I've decided. This city, as my initial foothold, is now my territory. The important thing now is... to thoroughly investigate the local customs and traditions, such as... food, clothing, housing, and transportation?"

At first, she was trying to figure out how to explain herself, but as things got more and more absurd, Carmilla simply stopped pretending and pointed at Ye Shou's forehead, ordering, "Lead the way!"

Ye Shou smiled, got up, paid the bill, and walked out of the coffee shop. Carmilla followed behind him, her steps a little lighter than when she arrived.

The waiter watched the two leave before he came to his senses.

-

The sea shimmered with a crimson glow under the sun at dusk.

Wow~

Diablo emerged from the water, the seawater flowing along his golden armor, gleaming oily in the setting sun.

He stepped onto the coastline, his heavy footsteps leaving deep indentations in the sand. He seemed clumsy, but he actually knew how to distribute his weight. Each step made the ground tremble slightly, which was how he evenly distributed his weight around him.

—This guy looks like a brute, but he's probably a highly skilled technician.

The satellite detected an unusually strong energy response, immediately triggering the alert threshold. The next moment, a moving heat source marker appeared on the large screen at the Victory Team base.

"Target confirmed... Emerged from the sea, enormous in size, energy reaction... incalculable!"

"Move out immediately and stop the target before it enters the city."

Half a minute later, several fighter jets streaked across the sky, and a few seconds later, the roar of their engines came from afar, causing Diablo to stop and look up.

call out!

call out!

call out!

Missiles trailing white smoke were launched from below the fighter jet, swarming towards the golden giant.

But the little Taurus, who had seen a lot, was not intimidated. Diablo raised his hand and waved it casually, as if he were shooing away a fly. As a result, a golden light flashed and the missile exploded in mid-air!

Boom boom boom~

The flames merged into one, and after the smoke dissipated, his figure still stood there, without even a scratch on his armor!

"Don't embarrass yourself by showing off this kind of thing. Bring out your giants." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the entire coastline.

"I don't have time to waste on your human nonsense."

huh~

The fighter jet swooped down again, firing laser cannons and missiles in turn, but Diablo stopped waving and just stood there, letting the attacks hit him. The explosions were right in front of him, but he didn't even bother to turn his head.

Feeling that it was about time, Diablo raised his hand, randomly picked a weapon, and golden light shone from his fingertips—

Whoosh!

A beam of light swept across the sky, hitting the tail of a fighter jet, which plummeted down, trailing black smoke!

Diablo didn't give chase; he simply withdrew his hand and glanced at the remaining fighter jets. He had no interest in destroying human transportation; he did it purely as a "show of force," to coerce the Titans hidden in the shadows to reveal themselves.

"Let Bayeri come out." His voice was deep and powerful. "I'll wait for him here!"

—Hmph!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a blinding light suddenly shone in the sky.

Triga flew out of the light, his body spinning half a circle in the air, and delivered a flying kick with sharp wind pressure straight at Diavolo's chest.

Bang!

Diablo didn't dodge; he took the kick head-on, sending tons of sand flying from the sand beneath his feet. But he only took two steps back before regaining his balance.

Triga was thrown back by the force of the impact, tumbling twice in the air before landing, his feet carving a long furrow in the sand...

“Not bad strength.” Diablo patted his chest, his tone flat. “But his accuracy is a bit lacking. If it were me, I would aim for the head.”

"..."

Triga didn't respond. Being caught so easily by a flying kick was truly a challenge to his understanding.

And just as Diablo said, he did deliberately not aim for the head—when dealing with human opponents, Kengo instinctively leaves room for maneuver and rarely has such strong killing intent.

"Judging by this color scheme, are they from Tartarus's clan... the Baal forces!"

He crossed his arms in front of him and then suddenly pulled them apart, a lightsaber materializing in his palms. Triga leaped forward, the sword flashing like a bolt of lightning as it slashed towards Diablo's neck—

"it is good!"

Diablo became interested, dodging the slash by sidestepping it with exceptional speed, and simultaneously turning around to deliver a backhand punch to Triga's shoulder.

The giant of light staggered backward, his lightsaber nearly slipping from his grasp. He gritted his teeth, steadied himself, and swung his sword again.

Diablo moved faster than he expected, and his moves were wide and powerful. His golden fists fell one after another, each punch carrying a heavy sense of pressure, which actually suppressed his offensive.

Trigg blocked a few blows, but before he knew it, he was punched in the chest and sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the beach.

"So strong... His arm strength surpasses that of Dagon."

Jianwu reminded Triga, "Besides, he's not just good with fists and feet... It's too troublesome to deal with him alone, we should call for help quickly!"

"No... This guy immediately said he wanted to find 'Bayeli,' what if he has some ulterior motive or trap... Let me handle this!"

Triga decided to hold out a little longer; if he were to call for help, it would have to be either Dagon or Carmilla.

It is precisely because the other party is looking for [Bayeli] that we must prevent the two from meeting!

“Too weak.” Diablo shook his head. “You’re not the person I’m looking for.”

He slowly opened his hands in front of him, and a ball of blazing red light condensed between his palms. As the energy fluctuations grew stronger, the air itself was scorched and distorted.

Roar!

A faint phantom of a ferocious beast emerged from the red light, roaring angrily—

"Powerful Bull-Breaking Fist!"

Diablo thrust his hands out forcefully, unleashing a massive red shockwave that roared forth like a ferocious beast breaking free of its chains.

"The Sword of Baal!"

Triga had already inserted the monster card into his sword, and the silver-white lightning solidified into a tangible strike, directly confronting the Phantom Beast Fist—

boom!

The shockwave from the explosion swept through Triga, blasting up a cloud of dust.

Triga was nearly thrown off balance, but he managed to kneel down to steady himself, while the timer on his chest began to flash red.

Diablo stepped forward, ready to deliver a finishing blow, when a crimson figure descended from the sky, its fists wreathed in flames and slammed into him.

"Drink!"

--boom!

Flames exploded, and Diablo was knocked back several steps. He steadied himself and looked at the red giant Dagon blocking Triga's path, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Another one... Where's Bayeri? Doesn't he dare come out and see me?"

Chapter 448: The Whip is a Special Forces Tool Against Bulls (4K)

Swish!

Carmilla made a confident and stylish entrance, one hand on her hip and the other lifting the hem of her skirt, proudly closing her eyes to await Ye Shou's evaluation.

"How about it?"

"Hmm...isn't it a bit too flashy?"

"Really? It's just so-so."

Carmilla looked around and didn't think there was anything wrong with the dress she was wearing; in fact, it seemed a little plain.

Ye Shou's eyes flickered slightly. Although he didn't offer any further comment, his helpless expression clearly revealed his inner thoughts.

Perhaps it's a difference in aesthetic taste, but Carmilla chose only flamboyant styles—either voluminous and flowing gowns or sleek and sophisticated dancer outfits. While they all looked good on her, she was there to buy everyday clothes, and anything too eye-catching would defeat the purpose.