I, Armordramon, the God of Miracles!

"And I think there should be only one answer for us now." With a relieved chuckle, Lin Die looked at the V-mon beside her.

Their eyes met, and V-mon understood something and shrugged helplessly.

"So, mediators, regarding your question just now..."

"Our answer is, of course..."

"I'll stick with you till the end!!"*2

The movements began to gradually synchronize, and looking at the determined eyes of the man and the beast, the two mediators nodded slightly after a long time.

"Don't worry, we promise you, we will protect this girl..."

Just as Victory Greymon made the promise, a somewhat teasing voice came from inside the gate.

"You haven't finished your last words yet, mediators and saviors of the other world?"

"Yeah yeah, I'll leave it to you guys then...it's time for us to get going too!"

Patting his cheeks, V-mon took a step forward. Looking at the huge door in front of him, he was still a little scared.

But then, the only human present behind him took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pushed open the door in front of him with one claw and one hand at the same time.

Although the time was not long, I am very grateful for your company all the time, my partner in this new life.

At least, I'll let you go back, I promise.

He had already saved a life, so how could he let her die again?

And the only way to get him out of this battlefield is to...

Kill Him!!

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There was a flash of light, and the area inside the gate appeared.

In a large open space stands a towering tree, which is the foundation of this world - the World Tree.

And in front of the World Tree, on a vine throne built high up by vines, an old man wearing a golden mask sat.

The evil red eyes seemed to mix the world's greed and evil thoughts together.

A golden bone claw was quietly beating the beat, as if playing the note of death.

"Yo, we finally meet, Barbamon."

Let’s do a two-level reversal, V-mon said with a sneer.

"Ouch...We finally meet? Savior of the other world, I've always wanted to talk to you~" With his scarlet eyes narrowed playfully, Barbamon said frivolously.

"I don't want to talk to an old Onmyoji like you, miscellaneous cultivator."

"Ah, that's really a cold attitude. I've always been interested in you. Millenniummon told me to destroy you at all costs, but you managed to survive the crises you should have never survived, even though I sent out those losers."

"Although there were a few little rats, I didn't expect you to actually make it out of my army alive, and that another human actually made it through as well."

"What you did is amusing even to a 'god' like me. It makes me wonder if there really are these two ridiculous things called 'miracles' and 'fate' in the world."

"God? A lowly thief who is just a mixed-up guy actually calls himself a god. Don't laugh at me." With a cold smile, facing Barbamon's sarcasm, V-mon confronted him head-on.

Are you kidding? A competition of verbal attacks? A less experienced Onmyoji wants to beat this hot-tempered old man who has been in the dark for three years?

"Boy, hasn't anyone told you to respect the old and love the young? If you don't obey, you will be whipped!"

The scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and Barbamon's golden bone claws moved slightly.

My hair stood on end and a chill came from underground.

Before V-mon could make any move, VictoryGreymon and FinalGarurumon, who had been idle for a long time, took them high into the sky one by one.

The next second, the entire field was covered with thorny vines sprouting from the ground.

It was just like the eighteen levels of hell filled with metal needles.

"Hehe, sorry, I got a little excited and overdid it~"

I believe you, you are such a bad old man!

He is anxious! He is anxious!

"Barbamon, I have a question for you!" Before V-mon could continue his verbal attack to buy time for himself to recover his health, Victory Greymon had already raised the Dragonmon Crusher in one hand, pointed the sword at Barbamon, and asked in a menacing and cold voice.

"What did you do to our god, the World Tree... No? How is Lord Mikihara Norn?"

"Ugh... Are you talking about that failed god in human form..."

After saying this with an evil smile, Barbamon waved his hand forward.

The next moment, the fierce bombardment was blocked by a transparent energy wall.

The two stirred up a storm.

The one who fired the artillery fire was none other than Endcrossbow Garurumon, whose gun barrel was still slightly warm and whose eyes were as sharp as swords. At this moment, he was speaking in a cold voice.

"Barbamon, I advise you not to insult our gods."

"Are you angry so easily? What would happen if I told you that she was dead~" The evil voice just fell.

Vzai Beast and Lin Die only felt the background flash and returned to the ground.

A giant sword has been raised high above Barbamon's crown, and the energy at the muzzle has also gathered to a critical point.

Chapter 191: The end of the foreshadowing, the overlapping shadows.

"Hehehe...If you were the mediators with full authority, I might still be a little afraid of you, but now..."

A dark flame blocked the bombardment in front of it easily, and the other bone claw easily grasped the dragon beast crusher with two fingers.

Victory Greymon's pupils shrank as he discovered that the giant sword that was trapped in Barbamon's hand was not moving at all.

"Not worth mentioning."

With an indifferent expression, Barbamon pushed the swirling purple magic flame in his hand forward, and with his other bone claw, he swung the giant sword in his hand.

Final Crossbow Garurumon quickly jumped aside, and was then engulfed by the demonic flames. The data on the ground collapsed, and a large area of ​​scorched earth appeared.

On the other side, Victory Greymon was thrown away casually and flew backwards like a cannonball.

"It turns out that I'm... so strong." With a forced smile, V-mon muttered to himself.

This is too exaggerated.

Even without the power of a mediator, the two before us are both strong Ultimate Forms.

"This won't work... There must be a way..."

V-mon racked his brains and frantically analyzed every possible path he could take, but all of them were wiped out in the face of the absolutely terrifying power.

Just when there was no sign of hope, an inexplicable feeling flashed through my heart.

It was as if the numbing sensation of garbled data flashing through his digital core had temporarily frozen him in place.

"V-Beast? What's wrong?" Lin Die beside him keenly noticed that something was wrong with the other party. When she was about to check, V-Beast squatted down in pain.

From an invisible perspective, turbulent data constantly flashed in the big pupils.

"Oh? Are you so scared? I didn't expect that the person who survived my hands time and time again would be this kind of person? I am really disappointed."

"I built this venue for nothing. It's really boring."

When Barbamon saw it, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at it with a lack of interest.

"Then go to hell."

As easy as crushing an ant, Barbamon said casually.

Then the golden bone claw suddenly enlarged, covering the sky and the sun.

"Death Taker."

The opponent actually used a skill used by Bagramon, a cyborg made from the branches of the World Tree.

The huge palm slammed to the side and slid towards the man and the beast who were still there.

All data passed through will be deleted.

The chaotic data that flashed in his eyes were slowly integrated into V-mon's digital core.

"Save...save...me...the world...the tree."

He looked up suddenly and saw that the golden bone claw was within reach, but a girl's voice with some difficulty came out intermittently from V-mon's digital core.

"careful!"

When Victory Greymon saw this from the sky, he quickly adjusted his stance and swooped down towards V-mon.

At the critical moment, he escaped from the attack range of the huge palm with one man and one beast.

"Be careful, how can you..."

"Hey, Victory Greymon, have you sensed the existence of your World Tree?"

Interrupting Victory Greymon, V-mon asked.

Although V-mon's question was very strange, VictoryGreymon, who was already furious with Barbamon, calmed down a little and spoke with a little breathlessness.

"I can't feel Lady Norn's presence, but I firmly believe that she must still be alive."

"Yeah..."

Then everything is clear.

"Victory Greymon, come to FinalGarurumon and listen to me."

"Oh? Have you recovered yet?"

Looking at V-mon who had regained his composure, Barbamon began to rub his chin with interest.

"So what performance can you give me?"

"Hey! Barbamon!"

"Oh?"

"I'm here to fight you."

Victory Greymon was already standing side by side with FinalGarurumon, and V-mon said so after jumping off Victory Greymon's shoulder.

"Hahaha! Interesting! Interesting!"

"Well, there won't be anyone else in this world who can stop you except me, the variable, right?"

"Hahaha! Funny. Then I will grant your wish."

Barbamon smiled evilly, waved with his golden bone claws, and said happily.

"Come, defeat me, use justice to defeat evil, and let me have fun."

Ignoring Barbamon who was going crazy over there, V-mon whispered to the people behind him.

"Look, I know what you want to say. But this is the only way."

"Next, I will do everything I can to hold Barbamon back, and you will have to go inside the World Tree itself."

"The inside of the World Tree... the main body?!"

"That's right, Mikihara Noren was imprisoned in that place. She is not dead."

Yes, how could it be so easy for a human soul to cross the world barrier and become a Digimon, and how could Barbamon not notice it?

The only person who can help him hide his whereabouts can only be someone on the inside, and this person's authority is generally higher than Barbamon's.

I now have an answer to where the inexplicable feeling of being integrated into the digital world came from.

Mikihara Norn, the conscience of the world tree, and the mediator, the god from the next era must still be alive and watching them.

If this is true, then this is their only hope.

Let God deal with God.

These words made the two mediators' pupils shrink.