If I let you open a toy store, would you mass-produce Emperor Armor?

Lin Wan'er rushed over immediately after hearing the alarm.

Three psionic off-road vehicles turned from the main road into the old street, their tires crushing bricks and kicking up dust.

Lin Wan'er stood on the passenger side step, her left hand on the roof, and her right hand drawing the psionic short sword strapped to her leg.

She is the leader of the Special Operations Team 3 of the Jiangcheng Spiritual Martial Arts Association, a mid-stage second-tier spiritual martial artist, and is twenty-four years old this year, making her a very young special operations team leader in the association.

"The rift is located in the old street, and is small in size. It is home to two low-level Tier 1 Bloodthirsty wolves."

Lin Wan'er narrowed her eyes as she heard the command center's report through her earpiece.

The old street is a residential area, and the evacuation speed definitely cannot keep up with the movement speed of the monsters. The goal is to kill them within thirty seconds.

Before the SUV had even come to a complete stop, Lin Wan'er saw the scene ahead.

A young man stood in front of the mad wolf.

This person was not wearing any psionic armor and was not carrying any weapons, so he was completely unprotected.

Song Yang was wearing a faded casual jacket, his hair flying wildly in the wind exhaled by Kuang Lang.

And he was holding a plastic toy in his hand?

"What's going on?" Lin Wan'er's eyes widened slightly.

The team members in the vehicle also saw it. Deputy team leader Zhou Lei lowered the binoculars he was holding, his voice tense: "Team leader, that civilian is confronting Mad Wolf, less than five meters away. Even if we go as fast as we can, it will take us twelve seconds to get there. We won't make it!"

Twelve seconds.

A first-tier Bloodthirsty Berserker can pounce and kill in less than a second!

Lin Wan'er gritted her teeth, channeled her spiritual energy into her legs, and jumped off the roof of the car, shouting in mid-air.

"Lie down! Get down on your stomach!"

Her voice carried across half the street, and Song Yang heard it too.

However, Song Yang did not do as instructed.

Song Yang turned his head and glanced in the direction from which the sound came from.

Then, Lin Wan'er saw that the young man had a very strange calm expression on his face.

Has this person gone mad?!

Lin Wan'er exerted force with her feet, increasing her speed to an extremely high level, but she knew in her heart that she definitely couldn't catch up.

At the same time, Zhang Fugui's voice came from behind the ruins.

"Song Yang, you idiot! What are you doing using that glowing plastic shell to block your view?!"

"You still haven't paid back 146,000! You dare try and die!"

Zhang Fugui squatted behind a broken wall, his breastplate emitting a blue light that completely enveloped him. He poked half his head out to curse, then shrank back inside.

Zhao Qiang, who was standing next to him, was no longer willing to speak.

Song Yang ignored Zhang Fugui and focused all his attention on the system panel.

The completed Flame Dragon Armor Summoner lay quietly in my palm.

This thing is different from the previous rough plastic shell. The surface of the summoner has a red sheen, the seams are smooth and flat, and it is also much heavier.

There is an additional chip slot at the core of the greeter.

The chip was embedded in a hidden compartment at the bottom of the summoner.

The system panel displays complete user instructions.

【Flame Dragon Armor Summoner (Already materialized)】

[Type: Rule-level Armed Summoning Type]

[How to use: Wear the summoner on your wrist, insert the chip, and say the summoning command.]

[Summoning command: Flame Dragon Armor, combine.]

[Note: The first summon will consume a large amount of the host's stamina. Please ensure that it is used in a safe environment.]

Song Yang glanced at the last line of text.

Safe environment?

A drooling Tier 1 magical beast was crouching in front of him, with half a street of civilians behind him and an unclosed abyssal rift above his head.

Yes, it's very safe, thank you.

Song Yang fastened the summoner to his left wrist.

click!

The metallic click of the latches was loud and quite jarring on the battlefield.

Everyone around heard it.

As Lin Wan'er ran, she saw that action, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

The way that thing is worn looks so similar to...

No, not possible!

That's just a toy!

How could such a thing possibly exist?!

On the left side of the battlefield, Zhang Biao, who had been knocked away, struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Another wolf was tearing apart abandoned stalls, and nearby residents pulled a middle-aged woman holding a child into an alley, temporarily escaping danger.

But the wolf on the right didn't get distracted and kept its eyes fixed on Song Yang.

Beneath its grey fur, the wolf's muscles taut, its hind legs slightly bent, already poised to pounce.

There's no time left!

Song Yang pressed his thumb against the hidden compartment to make the chip pop out, holding the small, crimson chip between his fingertips.

Then, the mad wolf moved.

The wolf suddenly exerted force with its hind legs, lunged forward, and opened its sharp claws to strike Song Yang's chest.

Lin Wan'er blurted out, "No!"

Zhang Fugui closed his eyes, already able to imagine the scene of Song Yang being torn to pieces.

Zhou Lei nearly dropped the binoculars in his hand.

The other people on the old street who hadn't managed to escape held their breath.

Song Yang inserted the chip into the card slot.

"Flame Dragon Armor"

Song Yang's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"Combined."

As Song Yang's voice faded, the summoner lit up.

The summoner emitted a pure crimson light, and a beam of light shot from Song Yang's wrist into the sky, piercing through the abyss of gloom above the old street.

That beam of light was over thirty meters high.

The entire old street was bathed in red light, even obscuring the dark purple edges of the abyss's fissures.

At the same time, a high-pitched dragon roar resounded.

That was a real dragon's roar, filled with scorching heat!

The sound waves spread out, and the remaining glass on both sides of the old street shattered.

Zhang Fugui's chest protector issued an overload alarm, and the blue light shield flashed violently three times before going out completely.

This is a basic psionic heart-protecting mirror that I bought for 1.2 million, and it's ruined just like that!

Zhang Fugui opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single word.

Crimson flames enveloped Song Yang's entire body.

The streamlined red armor spreads outward from the summoner, first covering the arms, then extending to the shoulder and chest armor, and finally enveloping the leg armor.

Each armor plate made a crisp, metallic snapping sound as it was attached to Song Yang's body.

Finally, the helmet appeared.

The mask closes from the back and extends backward on both sides, with the eyepieces glowing blue.

The whole process took almost the time it takes to breathe.

As the beam of light dissipated, Song Yang's figure reappeared.

Song Yang stood still, his entire body clad in red armor, with shimmering patterns flowing along the seams.

The bloodthirsty wolf's claws came down.

The heavy blow struck Song Yang's breastplate, the metallic clang echoing throughout the old street.

Song Yang stood still.

The wolf's claws were bounced back, and three of the beast's finger bones broke, with the bone fragments piercing its own flesh.

The mad wolf let out a howl.

It desperately retreated, causing its limbs to slip, and it crawled and rolled, trying to get away from the red figure in front of it.

The first-tier magical beast instinctively fled for its life!

Song Yang looked down at the spot on his chest where he had been slapped, but there wasn't even a mark left.

He stretched his neck, and a sigh with a smile escaped from behind his blue-tinted glasses.

"I feel alright."

The entire old street was very quiet.

Lin Wan'er stopped twenty meters away, holding the psionic short sword in her hand without making a move.

Her gaze was fixed on the suit of armor, her eyes slightly unfocused.

The design and style of this armor...

Lin Wan'er recognized her!

She has a secret she'll never tell anyone: she's actually a huge tokusatsu fan.

My basement is filled with all sorts of rare figurines and life-size suits, so I know all kinds of armor and knights inside and out.

But how is that possible?

That's absolutely impossible!

That's just something fictional in tokusatsu dramas, how could it appear in reality?

Lin Wan'er's lips moved slightly, uttering a name that only she could hear in a very low voice.

"Flame Dragon Armor..."