Digital Hackers' Memories

As for the even more advanced "Fallen Hellbeast X," which was born after consuming the X-Antibody, needless to say.

Whether it's the original power setting or the later added "original sin halo" setting, they are all beings capable of fighting against the X-ified Royal Knights.

Furthermore, even Beelzemon XW, who appeared in Digimon Fusion where the power system was broken, had a pair of black wings.

In comparison, the normal form of the Fallen Hellmon is far inferior.

The most obvious point is that Beelzemon can only watch helplessly as Arkadimon takes flight, unable to possess the same ability to fly.

Fortunately, the Hell Beast dared to jump from a building more than ten meters high, so it was not without preparation.

"Please give way."

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the onlookers, the Fallen Hell Beast emerged from the swirling dust and walked straight to a biker gang member on a street corner.

"Hey, I'll borrow your motorcycle for a bit to deal with that troublesome guy."

After saying this, the Fallen Hell Beast didn't wait for the biker youth's reply and pulled him off the motorcycle on its own.

Throughout the entire process, the young biker gang member, whom ordinary people would keep their distance from, didn't dare to move an inch and could only watch helplessly as the devil-like guy got on his motorcycle.

Boom boom...

This giant motorcycle was an "improved version" modified by a young biker gang member. Its ample horsepower and roaring engine were enough to prove how much care its owner had put into it.

However, after pressing the clutch, Fallen Hellmon was clearly not very satisfied with the motorcycle's performance.

If this car were used to chase Arkadimon flying in the sky, even if Beelzemon used up the entire fuel tank, it would still be impossible for it to catch up with the other's shadow.

So, after briefly testing the motorcycle's horsepower, a "Gluttonous Flame" that seemed to devour everything spread from the Fallen Hell Beast onto the motorcycle.

Boom boom...

Thus, under the brutal modification of "Gluttony Flame," the roar of the motorcycle went from low to high, from light to heavy, and finally emitted a high-pitched roar like a hellish dragon.

And as the motorcycle roared louder and louder, its appearance rapidly became demonic.

The original frame used to support the vehicle's center of gravity has been replaced with a harder black digital alloy, which can withstand extreme sprints at speeds of tens of times the speed of sound without deformation.

The engine system, modified by the biker gang youths, has been transformed into a brand-new system powered by "magic" under the catalysis of the "Flame of Gluttony".

Boom boom...

In just a moment, the biker gang's motorcycle disappeared, replaced by a heavily armored motorcycle burning with black flames, resembling a demon from hell.

"This is the kind of motorcycle a real man should ride!"

As if caressing a comrade-in-arms, Beelzemon looked at the demonized motorcycle, his words revealing an undisguised pride.

"Aren't you right, Behemoth?"

It seemed to be a response to Beelzemon's words, or perhaps it was simply the roar of the engine being floored...

Boom! Boom!

The heavy motorcycle named "Behemoth" suddenly accelerated and, in an instant, took Beelzemon away and disappeared at the end of the street corner.

"what is that?"

"Is it some new Digimon again?"

"That motorcycle is so cool! It's just like the legendary 'Ghost Rider'!"

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Only when the Fallen Hell Beast was completely out of sight did the surrounding crowd erupt in gasps of amazement, as if a video had been replayed.

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"How handsome!"

As they watched Beelzemon disappear, Bugmon, who had been clinging to Erika, finally dared to let out a soft gasp.

"Uh……"

Erika glanced at Keisuke, whose gaze had turned to her because of the Insect Beast's exclamation, and her face immediately turned as red as a boiled crab.

"Insect Beast! Shut up!"

Because of the shared memory server with Bugmon, what Bugmon says is, in a sense, what Erica is thinking right now.

"But that Digimon is really cool!"

Unfortunately, faced with Erica's threatening whispers, the Bug Beast, unaware of her ulterior motives, instead asked in an innocent tone.

"Don't you think so, Erica?"

Before Erika could react, Keisuke couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Haha, it really is cool, it's just like an anti-hero from a comic book in the last century!"

Ultimately, the fact that Keisuke was chosen by Ryuji to join "Butterfly" shows that he is not lacking in either emotional intelligence or intellectual intelligence.

After all, Keisuke's intelligence and emotional intelligence are beyond doubt, as he became a qualified hacker in just a few months and even participated in events such as "Digimon Black Market Disintegration" and "Demon Dance".

"However, now is not the time to talk about these things."

Before Erika could get angry, Keisuke tactfully changed the subject, speaking in a tone that was hard to tell whether he was relieved or just pretending to be nonchalant.

"Regardless of whether it was our eldest brother who was fighting on the rooftop just now, all we can do right now is pray."

Despite saying that, Keisuke secretly felt relieved when he saw that Erika no longer had to face that difficult choice.

He wanted to protect Erika, in every sense of the word.

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

Ang... Ang...

Unaware of what was happening behind him, the Fallen Hell Beast was running at full speed under the bright moonlight.

Ang... Ang... Ang...

Accompanied by the loud roar of motorcycles, the demonized Behemoth darted between the two buildings, completely ignoring the stunned gazes of passersby.

However, the arrogant behavior of the Fallen Hell Beasts would inevitably attract the attention of the traffic police on patrol in the sleepless city of Tokyo.

Therefore, less than five minutes after Behemoth left the Central Hospital, a series of sirens sounded behind Behemoth.

Drip... drip... drip...

Not only traffic police patrolling Shibuya Ward, but also traffic police from other areas joined the "battle" to annihilate Behemoth after receiving reports from their colleagues.

Naturally, after a quarter of an hour, most of the traffic police patrolling Tokyo knew of Behemoth's existence.

The "motorcycle frenzy" triggered by the Fallen Hell Beast spread across the internet at an astonishing speed, attracting the attention of millions of netizens.

So, when the Fallen Beast realized that his behavior seemed too conspicuous, dozens of motorcycles that were also attacking wildly were already following behind him.

The vast majority of them were traffic police officers who intended to surround and intercept Behemoth, but a considerable number were members of biker gangs from various regions.

Moreover, as the route of the Fallen Hellbeast expands, more biker gang members will join this rare wave of "motorcycle rampage".

They weren't after money, fame, or profit; they simply wanted to join in the revelry.

Just like the legendary "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons," the maverick bikers are usually reserve members of yakuza organizations. They are naturally fond of such scenes of lawlessness, disorder, and unrestrained revelry.

Even without the Fallen Hell Beasts "leading the way," these biker gangs still spend their days partying on some mountain road, attracting traffic police from all over to chase and intercept them.

Generally speaking, once a traffic policeman catches up with the lead vehicle, the other members of the biker gang will naturally end their party.

Over time, this has become an unspoken understanding between Tokyo's biker gangs and patrolling traffic police.

This time was no exception. The Behemoth speeding through the streets was the "lead car" in the eyes of the traffic police.

Seeing the "convoy" behind him growing ever larger, the bewildered Behemoth could only give up trying to figure out the reason and let Behemoth run rampant through the streets of Tokyo.

Isn't it just about racing and comparing speed?

The Fallen Beast simply didn't believe anyone could surpass Behemoth in speed.

After all, as the mount of the "Gluttonous Demon King," Behemoth's true power has not yet been unleashed!

If it weren't for the fear of the potential damage caused by traveling through the city at dozens of times the speed of sound, the Fallen Hellbeast would have shaken off the ever-growing convoy behind it immediately.

Even so, the "convoy" following closely behind Behemoth was constantly losing its way.

The traffic police who first caught up with the Fallen Hell Beast had long been left behind somewhere else, and the rest were new members who had joined the "convoy" nearby.

Under these circumstances, the "caravan" behind Beelzemon continued to expand, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a "Hyakki Yagyō" (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) lineup with nearly a hundred members.

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Ang... Ang... Ang...

Drip... drip... drip...

The roar of motorcycles and the piercing sirens echoed each other. Fujiwara Jiro, who was fortunate enough to join this carnival, barely managed to keep up with the convoy by doing his best, so as not to be completely left behind by the Fallen Hell Beast.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Jiro Fujiwara's motorcycle and driving skills were bad.

In fact, as the most senior biker gang member in the Shibuya area, Jiro Fujiwara is second to none in terms of both motorcycle modification and driving skills.

The reason why Fujiwara Jiro is now lagging behind most of the team members is simply because he was among the first biker gang members to chase after Beelzemon after it appeared.

Without Behemoth's performance, exceeding the speed limit not only shortens the motorcycle's lifespan but also poses an extremely severe test for the crew.

Fujiwara Jiro's current physical condition is the best proof of this.

As the motorcycle crossed the bridge, a strong wind blew in his face. Fujiwara Jiro, who was just an ordinary person, was speeding along with his eyes closed, barely able to see the motorcycle.

Therefore, after both his mind and body reached their limits almost simultaneously, Fujiwara decisively chose to stop the motorcycle even though it wasn't overloaded.

Chi!

As the screeching sound of friction echoed near the street, the patrolling traffic police and members of the biker gang quickly bypassed the spot where Fujiwara Jiro had parked and overtook him at breakneck speed.

Only one patrol officer who was familiar with Fujiwara stopped his car in time and came to Fujiwara's side.

"Fujiwara, how many days do you think you'll be locked up this time?"

Taking off his police helmet, the seemingly elderly traffic policeman stared at the rebellious teenager he had watched grow up with a look that was almost wistful.

"It doesn't matter, I've already witnessed the birth of a 'legend'."

With no intention of escaping, Fujiwara forced himself to get off his motorcycle, suppressing his nausea.

"This time, you absolutely won't catch me 'taking the car'!"

With the most certain tone, Fujiwara uttered the most provocative words, completely unconcerned about the patrolling traffic police's threats.

"Are you all so confident in this 'Dark Knight'?"

Having already learned about everything that had happened through communications with his colleagues, the patrolling traffic police knew that Fujiwara's judgment was correct, but that did not mean he would let the boy continue to rebel.

"Don't forget, 'that person' is the real racing god of the Tokyo area."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara fell silent.

"No, that traitor who betrayed the 'Bōsōzoku Creed' and chose to join the 'Traffic Police Force' doesn't deserve to be called a racing god!"

As if affirming his own words, Fujiwara's expression became as stubborn as before after he finished speaking.

"Never mind, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

Having long been accustomed to Fujiwara's rebellious nature, the patrol officer's originally gentle tone suddenly turned serious.

"Kid, I was already off work, but you still come to cause me trouble."

"Even if your mom and brother plead for you together, I'm still going to keep you locked up in the police station for a week!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fujiwara, who had been quite stubborn, suddenly changed his expression and stared at the patrolling traffic policeman with an incredulous look, shouting loudly.

"No way, Dad? Are you really sure I'm your biological son?"

Chapter 57 Tokyo Speed ​​King

The racing frenzy caused by Beelzemon continues, and he also locked onto the figure of Arkadimon in the sky, which was trying to shake him off, by hacking into the surrounding network system.

However, before catching up with Arkadimon, Beelzemon discovered that it seemed to have encountered a formidable rival.

"Hey you, speeding up ahead! Stop the car right now!"

As if in response to the Fallen Hell Beast's thoughts, along with the piercing siren of the patrolling traffic police, a warning sound that could still be clearly heard even at high speed suddenly came from behind him.

"According to current traffic regulations, you are now engaging in dangerous driving!"

"Pull over to the side of the road immediately, and before a serious traffic accident occurs, we will consider pleading for your leniency!"