Chapter 143: Dark Temptation (Third Update)

"Zhao Jie? You're Zhao Jie? I'm going to kill you!"

As Myotismon acknowledged his identity, the individuals trailing behind him recovered from the sudden sensation of weightlessness.

Among them, Number Zero Nine glared at Zhao Jie with sheer hatred, letting out continuous, feral howls.

"Do I know you?"

Hearing the outcry, Zhao Jie shifted his gaze from Myotismon to the howling man, asking with a hint of puzzlement.

Judging by the man's tone, his hatred was boundless. Yet, searching through his memories, he could find not a single trace of this member of the Order of Truth.

"You don't know me? You don't know me! Right, right, you don't know me, but it's enough that I know you! I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you!"

Number Zero Nine appeared completely deranged, muttering incoherently.

Before he became Number Zero Nine, he had another name: Zhao Zhe!

It was the very Myotismon standing before him who had taken him away back then. Not only him, but several others who vanished during that same period shared the same fate.

Unlike the others, a shred of remorse had lingered in his heart after he left, yet a voice deep within kept urging him to seek vengeance!

Never had he imagined that he would cross paths once again, at this very moment, with the person who had plunged him into an abyss of eternal damnation.

"Lunatic."

Zhao Jie glanced briefly at Zhao Zhe before turning his attention back to Myotismon.

He was starting to notice that these members of the Order of Truth were all abnormal in one way or another. The fellow named Zhou Jie he had encountered earlier was like that, and now this psycho was no different.

"Noisy!"

Myotismon's wings fluttered, releasing a surge of power from his body that coiled around Zhao Zhe.

The next moment, everyone watched as an unnatural, flushed redness spread across Zhao Zhe's body, cutting short his wild screaming.

"No, don't! My lord, please don't! You said you would help me get my revenge, you can't treat me like this, you can't..."

Seeing the flush creep over his skin, Zhao Zhe snapped out of his madness, pleading desperately with Myotismon.

After joining the Order of Truth, a blood-gu had been planted inside his body by the being before him.

And the symptoms manifesting in his body right now were the precursors to the blood-gu's eruption!

"I am a devil. To think you'd actually believe the words of a devil—how utterly laughable."

Myotismon stretched his limbs luxuriously, words meant for Zhao Zhe's ears alone echoing within the man's mind.

"You—!"

Before he could finish the word, Zhao Zhe's body burst open like a firework right before everyone's eyes, blooming into a pathetic spray of blood.

Swish!

Myotismon took a deep breath, inhaling all the crimson mist directly into his body.

"Human, give me your answer!"

Having finished this, Myotismon smacked his lips in satisfaction and turned his gaze back to Zhao Jie.

"My answer, you ask?"

"It is—go to hell!"

"MetalGreymon, take him down!"

Hearing Myotismon's words, Zhao Jie felt nothing but utter contempt. A mere Perfect-level Myotismon, and he expected to make me a servant? Did he think he was Yggdrasil?

"Roar!"

MetalGreymon had been ready the entire time. The moment Zhao Jie's command dropped, the Giga Destroyer blasted forth from the hatch in its chest.

Myotismon's expression didn't change in the slightest as he stood his ground, waiting for the incoming Giga Destroyer.

Swish!

As the terrifyingly powerful Giga Destroyer closed in, he raised his arm, thick crimson energy surging across his limb.

"Bloody Fist!"

Bang!

Blood-red aura surged wildly, and under that single punch, MetalGreymon's Giga Destroyer was reduced to pure energy and obliterated into nothingness.

Immediately afterward, countless death-tainted Netherworld Ravens poured out from around Myotismon, launching a swift, piercing assault toward them.

"Swish!"

"Roar!"

The Digimon collided with the ravens. These intangible yet lethal Netherworld Ravens effortlessly phased straight through the numerous attacks unleashed by the Digimon.

"Squish."

Before everyone's eyes, the ravens latched onto the bodies of the Digimon. As they clung on, the stamina and digital energy of the Digimon began to drain away rapidly at an alarming rate.

Within just a few breaths, two of the Digimon could no longer maintain their Perfect forms and began to regress.

"Demon's Blood Whip!"

Moving with effortless grace, Myotismon materialized a crimson whip in his palm and lashed it toward the two Digimon that had lost their combat capability!

Smack!

The blood whip struck with lightning speed, binding the two Digimon together in an instant.

"Shake them off! Shake them off!"

Anxious commands echoed from the group, but these intangible ravens were not something one could simply shake off at will. Within a few more breaths, several more Digimon collapsed.

Swish!

Having reached saturation, the death ravens automatically detached themselves from the remaining Digimon and flew back into Myotismon's body.

"I'm not terribly fond of the taste of my own kind."

Myotismon shook his head, his crimson eyes locking onto Zhao Jie and the others once more.

"I'll give you one more chance. Surrender, and I'll let you live. Otherwise, I guarantee you will die a most wretched death!"

A voice filled with temptation and danger spilled from Myotismon's lips.

Rather than simply slaughtering people, he preferred watching humans betray one another—it was one of his few remaining hobbies.

Having witnessed Myotismon's terrifying strength, some of the group began to waver. The enemy hadn't even truly exerted himself, yet more than half of their combat power had already been crippled.

To keep fighting would mean certain death!

"I..."

Someone opened their mouth, but seeing their companions glaring at them with strange looks, they swallowed the words back down.

"You talk too much!"

Knowing he couldn't let this continue, Zhao Jie intervened. Human nature was the most unpredictable thing in the world; if Myotismon kept talking, there was no telling who might turn to the darkness.

"MetalGreymon, Dark Evolution!"

Roar!

MetalGreymon's body was dyed in an inking black at a visible speed, a formidable dark energy continuously gushing from within, transforming it into a dark god of destruction.

"Black Giga Destroyer!"

"Energy Unleashed!"

Through MetalGreymon's perspective, Black MetalGreymon had already witnessed Myotismon's might.

The moment it appeared, it directly unleashed its ultimate technique.

Explosion is art!

If you can fight, don't waste breath talking.