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Chapter 505 The Third Brother of the Big Dipper is Also a Warrior

The vast view before them could be described in a single sentence as an extraordinary space, like a fairytale kingdom.

There were no people or buildings, only trees. After the arrival of the Forest of Trees, the Shikoku region completely became a country of trees.

Snap.

Something broke gently.

It was as if the fairytale filter had shattered, and one after another, muscular hulking men, resembling humanoid natural disasters, clenched their fists and marched toward humanity's enemies with terrifying expressions and auras like demons.

With their tall and upright physiques and more rugged facial features compared to people today, Togo Mimori was reminded of the characters in movies and TV dramas from before the Divine Age; the so-called "tough guys" were probably just like that.

Mimori Togo, who has difficulty walking freely, was able to move using the straps of her battle suit after transforming into a hero. However, she now feels a strange warm current flowing through her legs, which she has lost all feeling in.

She witnessed it all from beginning to end, but she didn't understand—why were these men so angry?

It was not anger concealed beneath a calm exterior, but a naked, solidified, immense rage, like that of a wrathful deity, whose supreme power of fury trembled the very soul.

Yuna really... brought in some absolutely terrifying people~
Lost in thought, Togo Mimori's body suddenly tilted uncontrollably to one side—controlling the spider-spear-like ribbon to move was not an easy task, and naturally could not be as nimble as hands and feet.

In fact, the weapon she used in combat was a long-range sniper rifle, rather than a close-combat weapon that required vigorous movement.

"Uh…"

The girl, who had closed her eyes and prepared herself for the impact, felt no pain. She shook her slightly dizzy head, and as the scene before her gradually became clearer, a voice entered her ears.

"Be careful, little girl."

Then, the world fell silent once more; all sound vanished. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence.

Quiet.

She was helped up—that was her first reaction.

And her next reaction was completely predictable... How terrifying!
A violently burning flame suddenly shot into view.

A young girl's sixth sense and human instincts made her realize just how terrifying the "being" that suddenly appeared beside her was—a terrifying presence that sent chills down her spine.

If she had previously been an adversary of humans, she might understand that the feeling she was experiencing now was called "killing intent," a dangerous aura that could never be felt in the peaceful and prosperous Shikoku region.

The man with spiky hair and slanted eyes exuded an aura as majestic as a mountain and as deep as the sea. His imposing presence contained a fierce and tyrannical aura that permeated every corner of the space. His clear black and white eyes were filled with murderous and tyrannical intent.

It was savage, terrifying, horrifying, and unsettling, making it almost impossible to breathe. The muscles that were bulging with destructive explosive power and the overwhelming force of the impact made the girl want to back away.

A fierce tiger on land, a giant shark in the sea.

"Well, that..."

Even the usually strong girl had an urge to tremble like a small animal.

To Togo Mimori's astonished and panicked gaze, the other person extended that large, iron-like hand and slowly reached for her forehead, a hand that could easily crush her entire head like a watermelon, and then…

The large hand ruffled her smooth black hair, and the girl's unease and tension dissipated.

"Be careful next time, don't fall."

The man spoke in a tone incongruous with his appearance, shook off his overly bright and extravagantly colored clothes, and let out a deafening laugh. He then strode forward, his figure leaving behind a series of enormous footprints. Each step shook the earth, each step felt like a weight weighing thousands, tens of thousands of tons on everyone's hearts…

The footsteps were so heavy, as if the world could not bear them.

only…

His back was just as broad and reliable.

Togo Mimori suddenly turned to look at her friend Yuna, only to see her innocently shake her head. However, the smile on her lips betrayed her; perhaps she had wanted to see this scene from the very beginning.

"Raoh, Toki, Jagi, Kenshiro! Go for it! Don't lose!"

The pink-haired girl waved her right hand excitedly behind them, cheering them on. At the same time, the members of the Hero Club finally learned the names of these four men.

Inubosaki Kaze: "Raoh..."

Dogbaraki Itsuki: "Toki."

Miyoshi Karin: "Kenshiro?"

Togo Mimori: "Jacky!?"

That's a really unique name; these girls will probably never forget it from this day forward.

The heroes watched intently as everything unfolded, gripping their weapons tightly and biting their lips.

With only subtle differences, the four men, who appeared almost simultaneously, moved at a pace that seemed neither fast nor slow, but in the blink of an eye, they were already in front of the alien.

They stood side by side, motionless, staring at their opponent with cold, emotionless eyes, their smiles vanishing.

At the very front of the group of aliens is the largest and strongest Vertex, the Leo Vertex, whose enormous body is as big as a mountain.

The Leo Vertex, as large as a small mountain, remained motionless and did not approach, standing still close to the barrier, as if... as if it were waiting for their arrival.

The men, who had no eyes, no expressions, and whose features were barely even identifiable, were pointing at the Big Dipper. They were the claws and apostles of the gods. Perhaps at this moment, they were also confused by these beings who were not on the "purge list" given by the gods, or perhaps they had no ability to think at all and were simply instinctively planning to destroy everything.

The two sides faced off, and the world formed by the rainbow sea of ​​trees extending from the glowing tree at the center of the four countries began to tremble, and continued to tremble, with increasing amplitude, as if it were roaring, howling, or rather... filled with fear—fear of what was about to happen.

Everything will come.

In the standoff that felt as long as an eternity, a sound suddenly rang out.

"Everyone, let's all sing A-A-O-!"

One of them raised his right hand high, clenched it into a fist, and shouted:
"Fist of the North Star! Engage now! A! A! O!"

Of course, no one responded to him, nor did he expect a response from his fellow disciples, because this was merely a signal—

The signal that the battle has begun.

The destructive battle aura flickered.

(End of this chapter)