Ultraman: I Really Didn’t Want to Rule the World

Juggler walked in the corridor for a long time, and suddenly stopped.

He casually dropped the hand holding the knife aside and tilted his head as he looked at the empty corridor: "Strange, how about people?"

He was ready to kill, but after so long, there was not a single jailer.

The warden was so kind that he dispelled the jailer because of his defeat?

This is obviously unlikely.

So... what about people?

It's not like setting a trap below...

Juggler squinted his eyes and guessed for no reason.

But what the truth is, he needs to verify it.

Touching the card box hung behind him, he settled, and stepped out again.

That ghost clan guy is not his opponent, let alone these "miscellaneous soldiers", in terms of number, he has a lot of monster cards under his hand, and Niogerton is enough to hammer through this prison.

So, pitfalls or something, feel free.

…

Not long after Juggler was sent away, Ying received the news.

Three more prisoners escaped in the underground cell, among which the most dangerous Chebulian had taken control of the Zarab and Muzhen, and killed two small formations.

Ying is dealing with his wound. Although it doesn't hurt, it doesn't mean it won't affect his next battle. He just broke an arm.

While spraying a little colloidal healing agent on the fracture, he listened to the flustered reports of his subordinates.

"My lord prison, Prisoner 103 has already rushed out of the bottom and is currently fighting with the first, second and third squad, requesting support."

"I see, you guys stand it up." Ying sprayed the potion, connected her broken arm, and waited patiently for the potion to take effect. The hospitality is not enough to give these guys the energy to escape from prison."

"My lord prison, the fog is still spreading, and the entire bottom layer is full of thick fog!"

"Huh? Didn't you set up the separation wall? Who of you opened it?" Yingman replied casually, tentatively letting go of his hand. The broken arm has initially stuck to the wound, but it must be healed to be able to fight. It will take a while.

There was no sound on the other side.

It was they who opened the wall by themselves, in order to be able to deal with the cosmic people inside.

Ying keenly noticed the silence over there, and he narrowed his orange-red eyes: "Which idiot?"

"It's the captain of the second team. After opening the wall, it didn't close it in time."

"Ah, it's him, or as stupid as ever. What about people?"

"Already died in the hands of the Muzhen Stars controlled by the Cheble Stars."

"Oh? I'll do it again if you save it." Shadow covered the wound, and dark red light spilled out through his fingers, "Let the rest of the people retreat and activate the weapon directly. You know you can't get it back. It’s been too long without activity for giving away heads. Are your brains left on how to torture the prisoners?"

"It's all idiots." He sneered. As he was about to hang up the communication, the person in the screen let out a scream, then fell down, the interface shook, and the Chebble star's head appeared in the screen.

It's just that because its head was too big, it only appeared with two big eyes and half of its head: "Oh, isn't this the prison guard? It's been a long time."

"It's really been a long time." Ying finally looked at the screen, "You are quite energetic after seeing this. It's because we couldn't entertain you well."

"No, how come, I was very pleasantly surprised by your hospitality." The Chebble star turned his head, "Guess what surprised me the most?"

Ying squinted his eyes and did not answer, and the Chebble did not expect him to answer, and continued to say to himself: "Of course it is today's gift. Isn't it amazing? There is an escape in the so-called'the most impossible prison to escape'. , Oh, maybe I can be lucky enough to meet that great'pioneer'?"

He moved his gaze slightly down and saw the wound covered by the shadow, adding fuel and jealousy: "Oh, it hurt you. Isn't it a surprising guest? I think I will look forward to seeing him."

"Of course, I am also looking forward to seeing you again." The tone of the planet Cheble was filled with weird excitement, "I will make you my best ‘friend’."

"Then, see you later, Lord Prison." After speaking, the Chebleman hung up the communication.

Looking at the virtual screen that turned into snowflakes in front of him, Ying put down his arm covering the wound.

There is still a deep mark, but the blood inside has healed together.

Their physique is special, and as long as the wound is treated properly, it will heal quickly.

He tried to move his arms, and it was a little bit awkward, which affected his performance a bit, but he could also fight.

Kage straightly held both guns, got up and walked out of the office.

…

The lowest level has been occupied by Cheble, but the upper level has been isolated by the separation wall, blocking his footsteps.

At this moment, the Chebull star had followed a few strange faces behind his back. His "car" was also changed from the Zarab star to a jailer. Among the three people following him, two were jailers and one was a prisoner. .

As for the Stars of Zarab and Muzhen at the beginning, they have closed their eyes forever and are sleeping in the bottom of the prison.

The prisoners didn't have much strength left, so they died the most, and the jailers were also good, and being able to control these four was already his limit.

After all, the strength of the Cheble Stars is not much left. Before, he could easily control many people, but now that these four people are empty is his limit.

Such a long-lost fragile appearance made the Chebull star a little unhappy, but it was just unhappy.

He is confident and can escape with his wisdom.

It was his carelessness to be caught before, but he won't care about it anymore this time.

The Chebleman was not in a hurry to open this separation wall. He had already learned one thing from the communicators of the jailers. The weapon system in the prison had been activated. Once he rushed out, he would be greeted from this prison. The bullet fire of its own.

He didn't think how long his weak posture and the group of puppets with little strength behind him could last, they might need more things.

The Chebleman tilted his head slightly, and cast his gaze to the depths of the dense fog again.

That monster card is really great, but unfortunately it doesn't belong to him.

I don't know when the owner of this card will come down.

He can only wait patiently.

With that said, he rummaged in the jailer's pocket, and was disappointed to find that there was no medicine or food, which made him wait at the moment. It was a wishful thinking to want to recover a little more strength.

This prison is indeed tricky to some extent.