Armor: I'm in Nava, but I'm Oxer?

Chapter 121 Strange Space, Strange Sounds [4k, 1 update today]

On the other side of that mysterious light, Zhang Zhao felt as if he were constantly traveling through time.

Surrounded by dazzling light and shadow, his body was enveloped by a gentle yet powerful force, propelling him forward.

The pain seemed to lessen a little from the spine in his back, but that could also be because Zhang Zhao had gotten used to it.

Zhang Zhao tried hard to see his surroundings clearly, but the light was too dazzling, making his vision blurry.

He could only feel himself moving forward, as if being led by some mysterious force to an unknown place.

After an unknown amount of time, the light finally began to dim. Zhang Zhao's vision gradually cleared.

He saw clearly what was in front of him.

After the light completely dissipated, Zhang Zhao was astonished to find himself in a strange space.

Here, everything is a vast expanse of white, stretching as far as the eye can see. No matter which direction you look, all you see is endless whiteness, as if only this single color remains in the world.

The white space was so quiet it was unsettling; there wasn't a sound, only Zhang Zhao's own soft breathing echoed in his ears.

The white light fell evenly on every spot, without shadows or undulations; everything appeared so flat and monotonous.

Zhang Zhao slowly took a step forward, his feet seemingly stepping on nothingness, without any sense of reality.

He looked around, trying to find even the slightest sign of something different, but all he could see was endless white, as if he were wrapped in a giant white cocoon.

This monotonous scene made Zhang Zhao feel a strange sense of oppression.

What does that mean?

What place is this?

What do you do?

Zhang Zhao remained calm.

Yatalis's summoner was still in his hand.

meiy

He still retains the form of an Ox.

Although this goes against the natural order, it is indeed the safest way.

He tried to mobilize his own strength.

Successful.

Bright, shiny ice froze in front of him.

However, the space remained completely white.

Zhang Zhao stared at the frozen ice in front of him, slightly taken aback.

Just then, a grand and profound voice of will suddenly appeared in his mind.

The voice seemed to be a call from ancient times, carrying endless majesty and mystery.

It resonated in Zhang Zhao's mind like a resounding bell, giving him a jolt.

"Stranger!"

The strange address startled Zhang Zhao.

Who is this?

Or is this not even human?

"you are?"

Zhang Zhao frowned slightly, his eyes revealing both wariness and curiosity.

He had a vague suspicion in his mind.

His voice sounded exceptionally clear in the white space, yet it seemed to be instantly swallowed up by the endless paleness. Zhang Zhao waited anxiously for a response from that voice.

The surroundings remained silent, with only Zhang Zhao's own breathing echoing softly.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, each second becoming incredibly long. Zhang Zhao's gaze swept across his surroundings, trying to find a clue in the endless whiteness to unravel the doubts in his heart.

"You're very bold to choose this way to accept that filthy worm!"

The voice finally returned.

However, he did not choose to directly address Zhang Zhao's question.

Judging from his behavior, he seems to have a strong aversion to tyrannical people.

"I originally had no will; I only gained consciousness when the summoner of Yatalis appeared."

But he didn't become a riddle solver.

He told his origins

"I may represent this planet for now..."

Zhang Zhao's guess was correct.

This is indeed something like that.

But they've become a bit more agreeable.

"The summoner's personality will influence me..."

He seemed to have a direct understanding of Zhang Zhao's thoughts.

Zhang Zhao was taken aback.

Although he exuded a powerful aura, he never spoke in a way that conveyed any sense of superiority.

As the embodiment of justice.

Being high and mighty doesn't seem to be a form of justice.

“But you won’t succeed; Yatales won’t choose you…”

Kindness is kindness.

The words, however, remained cold.

"Although you have a righteous heart, you are not the right person to succeed. Even with your methods, the chances of success are extremely low... and you might suffer a backlash."

My methods.

Is this what you mean?

Zhang Zhao took out the summoner for the Tru Armor with his other hand.

I pondered these words.

Should I give up?

"If you give up, you won't lose anything, and you'll still get what you're meant to get. The process may fail, but it won't affect the outcome..."

Zhang Zhao's thoughts were always understood.

This passage contains quite a lot of information.

Zhang Zhao reminisced about the past.

He always received rewards.

There's no such thing as being able to get it or not.

Zhang Zhao simply disliked the feeling of getting something for nothing, even though it might seem a bit pretentious.

But this is related to his upbringing.

Therefore, he always enjoys the experience.

Instead of every time.

After a quick "ding!", you receive a new reward.

Even if the process is sometimes simple.

But he never wanted to skip it.

This experience was mandatory.

But if the experience fails, will the Yatalis card still appear in his hand?

This will that arose within Zhang Zhao seemed to have given him this choice.

Standing in this endless white space, Zhang Zhao was caught in a fierce internal struggle.

On the one hand, giving up seems like a safe choice; he can easily get the reward he deserves without having to face the unknown and difficult challenges, and the mysterious will also clearly indicates that the probability of success is very low.

On the other hand, a voice in his heart kept telling him not to give up. He recalled the hardships and perseverance he had endured along the way, and how he could not back down in the face of difficulties. How could he choose to escape at this critical moment?

This goes against my long-held principles.

"You don't need to prove anything to anyone. After you leave here, no one will know what you went through. Duanmu Yan isn't a gossipy person. You still got what you wanted, didn't you?"

Aren't principles meant to be broken from the very beginning?

No one but you knows what your so-called principles are...

The voice is still coming.

Zhang Zhao gripped the summoner of the Tru Armor and the summoner of Yatalis tightly, feeling the power emanating from them, as if drawing courage from them.

The faces of those he had once protected kept flashing through his mind; their trusting eyes and grateful smiles became the driving force for him to persevere.

Zhang Zhao paced back and forth in the white space, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing his inner turmoil and struggle.

The enemy had never put so much pressure on him.

Because he was confident enough that he could defeat his opponent.

But right now there is no clear opponent.

Time passed second by second, and his heart was like a surging sea, constantly assaulting his reason.

There are also an unusually large number of worries.

A faint will seemed to emanate from the spine on his back.

If you choose to accept the test.

It's going to suffer a lot.

"It's almost time, I can take you back right away..."

Zhang Zhao stopped pacing and slowly straightened up.

His eyes gleamed with determination, as if he already knew the answer.

"I choose to accept the test." Zhang Zhao's voice rang out in the white space, firm and powerful.

The grand and profound voice of will fell into a long silence. This white space seemed to have been paused, and the passage of time became imperceptible.

Zhang Zhao stood there quietly, awaiting a response. He could feel that mysterious will surrounding him, seemingly re-examining his decision. Though a hint of tension lingered in his heart, he felt an overwhelming sense of determination and resolve.

After a long while, the voice rang out again, carrying a hint of barely perceptible surprise. "Your choice is quite unexpected. Stranger, do you know how difficult the test you are about to face is? A slight misstep could lead to utter destruction."

But Zhang Zhao remained steadfast.

"OK then……"

This voice is already somewhat abandoned.

"Just try using the Yatalis Summoner to transform..."

Then, the voice fell silent.

They seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"it is good!"

"Thunder Yatalis, you will represent the forces of justice in the world, unite!"

Zhang Zhao did not hesitate for a moment.

Oxel's transformation was undone.

Place the summoner on your waist.

He shouted out his transformation lines with a powerful and resounding voice.

Use both hands to push the summoner to both sides!

A burst of light erupted from the summoner, enveloping Zhang Zhao. The light was dazzling and seemed to contain boundless power.

Zhang Zhao felt a powerful energy surge through his body, and the Yatalis armor began to cover his body piece by piece.

The helmet was the first to take shape, with golden lines outlining its majestic silhouette, and the light in its eyes shimmering with a mysterious hue.

Next came the breastplate, its solid metallic texture exuding powerful defensive capabilities. Arm and leg armor followed in succession.

Zhang Zhao looked at his hands.

It seems that nothing special has happened.

Did you pass the test?

Is this actually a test that uses various terrifying preconditions to make you realize that it's unacceptable, but is actually a very simple one?

Why do I always have this strange feeling?

It was calm, but it was still very strange.

A feeling I can't quite describe.

It feels very out of place.

It's like walking down the street in the dead of winter, bundled up in a thick winter coat, and seeing many people still in shorts and short sleeves, even though it's snowing heavily. They act like nothing's wrong.

I stretched my body a little.

Zhang Zhao quickly sensed the source of the unease.

There's something missing when I'm using the armor.

It's like having an empty shell.

Although it benefited from the foundation of Yatalis.

It won't be too weak, though.

But it's definitely not strong enough.

Such armor.

It's probably better for Zhang Zhao to just buy a Thunder Yatares cosplay outfit and wear it himself.

Inside is Zhang Zhao's Ouke form, which is strong in fighting.

really.

Has the test not yet begun?

Just as Zhang Zhao was thinking this...

Suddenly, four beams of light appeared in the distance, red, blue, green, and purple, streaking across the white space like shooting stars and hurtling toward Zhang Zhao.

First came a crimson light, carrying an intense heat that rushed towards him. As it entered Thunder Yatalis's body, Zhang Zhao instantly felt a strong burning sensation.

It was as if he were in a raging fire, the power of the molten flames raging within him.

His body felt as if it were being melted by the intense heat, and every inch of his skin was enduring immense pain.

The armor on his body began to appear and disappear.

Switching back and forth between human and armor.

Zhang Zhao gritted his teeth, struggling to resist the intense heat, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Zhang Zhao felt so bad that he lay down on the ground.

But Zhang Zhao hadn't even had a chance to get used to this intensity.

Then a blue light followed.

As soon as it entered Zhang Zhao's body, a roaring force crashed against him like ocean waves. Zhang Zhao felt as if he were being swept into endless waves, with a deafening roar echoing in his ears.

The powerful impact made his body sway precariously, as if he would be crushed by the roaring force at any moment.

It brought not only violent power.

The sudden whirlwind seemed to have also triggered the extreme cold within Zhang Zhao's body.

But the sensation caused by the molten flames has not yet disappeared.

Zhang Zhao was caught in a state of extremes, feeling both hot and cold.

Zhang Zhao forced himself not to wail out loud.

Just as Zhang Zhao was struggling to resist the dual torment of molten flames and howling, a green light, representing the power of a hurricane, swept in like a violent whirlwind.

The light instantly entered Zhang Zhao's body, and in that instant, he seemed to be swept into a world-destroying storm.

The gale raged wildly inside him, each gust like a sharp knife, mercilessly cutting into his body.

It was a pain akin to being slowly sliced ​​to death, a feeling of being cut into a thousand pieces that nearly drove Zhang Zhao to the brink of madness. He could feel his skin being sliced ​​apart bit by bit by wind blades.

But there wasn't a single wound.

To discuss suffering.

This is the best.

The intense sensation of both ice and fire was temporarily suppressed.

Purple was the last color to appear.

It only gave Zhang Zhao a feeling of suffocation, being crushed, and being hit by various heavy objects.

It's nowhere near as painful as being torn to pieces.

Why can't I faint yet?

Several evolutions.

Zhang Zhao's nerves still managed to withstand the overwhelming pain.

"Do you regret it?"

Zhang Zhao's question wasn't just directed at himself.

At the same time, it is also asking the tyrannical insects.

While Zhang Zhao was struggling with his decision, the violent insect offered the choice of completely following Zhang Zhao's lead, showing no fear...

This agonizing process lasted for an unknown amount of time, as if time itself had lost its meaning in this white space. Zhang Zhao felt as if he were struggling in an endless purgatory, every minute and every second an unbearable torment.

The intense heat of the molten lava, the raging impact, the slicing force of the hurricane, and the immense pressure of the steep cliffs—these four forces intertwined, constantly assaulting his body and will.

The key is that Zhang Zhao always maintained a clear mind.

slowly.

Zhang Zhao gradually became familiar with this pain.

He struggled several times.

He actually slowly got up.

stand up.

Feeling...

Finally, Zhang Zhao opened his eyes and sensed four energies intertwining.

They slowly began to merge.

Zhang Zhao's pain was gradually disappearing.

at last.

At a certain moment.

Endless lightning began to be released from Zhang Zhao's body.

Endless lightning bolts began to emanate from Zhang Zhao's body, making the white space even brighter for a moment.

The dazzling arcs of electricity danced like serpents, and the crackling sounds were like the thunder at the beginning of the universe.

Golden arcs of electricity intertwined and weaved around Zhang Zhao, sometimes flowing like a gentle stream, sometimes soaring into the sky like an angry dragon, the powerful energy fluctuations causing the space to tremble slightly.

Zhang Zhao stood at the center of the electric arc, his Yatalis armor gleaming brightly. At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of lightning, controlling this powerful and violent force.

Pain, or rather, endless pain.

But it's not just about pain.

There is also sublimation.

Although the power of thunder is violent.

But it did not destroy Zhang Zhao.

It seems they are helping him wash his body...