The world of data always has many virtual images of scenery evolving towards the digital world.

And, there are countless linear structures as complex as circuit boards.

Those architectures are composed of complex codes, which together with the virtual images of the scenery constitute an 'obstacle' that hinders the field of vision, and also form data barriers for different models.

Digimon who know how to use their own advantages can always easily overcome such barriers.

However, these linear architectures can still serve as the groves of the ‘data jungle’, fulfilling the usual meaning of groves:

Cover up some traces of existence.

Even traces.

Witchmon is completely aware of it.

Although the traces are light and slight, as an individual Digimon who has accomplished a lot in studying advanced codes, she has the ability to reproduce the operation of that 'magic'.

If you trace back to the source, you can find a certain Ma Niang's terminal.

——Rudolf Symbol

"Are you always so aboveboard when spying?"

After returning to the world of data, Witchmon asked Baalmon X, who seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time.

The other party just answered the question incorrectly.

"I thought you could hold on to your position for at least a few days."

"I didn't expect you to be so reserved for even a few days," the Witch Beast said with ridicule, "Does this count as peeping in front of me? Peeping on the communication between that guy and that horse girl."

"Do you really regard him as an ally?" Baalmon X asked calmly.

"I would like to ask if you really consider that guy an ally?" the witch asked, raising her hand to press the tail of the broom that supported her.

She used this to raise her sitting height, but even so, she could not compare with the height of Baalmon X.

After all, her aura was a bit weaker, even if the too-elongated black cat next to her threatened her with explosive fur.

It would be better to say that the latter's performance only makes people laugh.

But Baalmon X is a Digimon that doesn't like to laugh very much.

His face was always calm, and he didn't even seem impatient to answer questions.

The noble king was always noble and calm, which made the witch even more unhappy.

"Do you really think that guy can exert the power of his armored body?"

"The possibility is very low," Baalmon

"I looked through the information saved by that guy. That Yuechi symbol is hopeless..."

An expression of unreserved disgust appeared on the face of the Witch Beast, and the claw-like fingers covered by the armbands even made a driving action: "Not pure, not pure at all, let alone

That’s called free will.”

"You should know better than me, right? After all, you should be able to find more traces of that guy."

Today, too much information about humans is recorded in data. For Digimon, this is an ultimate convenience.

But if they really intend to do something big with this, the disastrous defeats of several legion expeditions will serve as warnings.

Looking through personal information will not trigger a new war between the two worlds. Witchmon believes that Yibalmon

But the other party just remained silent, and still retained his expression as if his face was paralyzed.

Then a sharp dark red wind came, cutting a small gap in the white robe and scarf at the collar of his neck.

"You don't even intend to open your mouth, yet you dare to come to your door..." The crimson leather finger gloves were still hanging in the air, and dark electric snakes flashed in the Witch Beast's eyes.

If you look closely, you can see that the electric snake is composed of countless codes of 0 and 1.

It is stable data that is activated by guidance, just like the great source magic power that is activated by personal will in reality and is filled with huge spells.

A magician mobilizes magic power, and a Digimon mobilizes data. There is no difference between the two. Even the size requirements for the caster's "container" are the same.

Just as it is difficult for a magician with rusty skills and insufficient foundation to construct large-scale magic, it is difficult for a mature Digimon to use too huge data.

But the witch's provocation to the noble king was extremely natural.

"You seem to have forgotten our previous relationship, Baalmon X."

The dark electric snakes gathered more and more densely on the dark red fingertips, but there was a faint hint of a cold metallic color, and a somewhat illusory outline was faintly outlined.

Although the outline is illusory, the empty and cold muzzle is extremely real.

"How about you spy on my allies in front of me and settle the account here?"

The empty muzzle of the gun was reflected in the dark red pupils. The corners of Baermon

Very heavy."

These threatening words were obviously no different from provocation when they fell into the ears of the Witch Beast, so her arm holding the thunderbolt was also covered by the spreading electric snake.

It was as if the blood-colored armband had been covered with an extra black sleeve, and its five fingers were smudged by black thunder, making it impossible to see the original majestic outline.

"Okay, I haven't seen your power after being transformed by that antibody. You might as well show it now."

"I told you, that's the past."

The pages of the book were turned by the sudden strong wind, and a circular formation appeared at the feet of Baalmon X.

Just when Witchmon suddenly pulled the trigger, and the pitch-black electric current covered its body from its arms, all three projectiles hit the empty space of red light.

Baalmon X disappeared from the same place.

In the eyes of Witchmon, it was just a conclusion of ‘Run away!’.

So absurd.

Although she knew that the extremely rational and noble king felt that the conflict was a meaningless waste of time, so he chose to leave directly, she still couldn't accept it.

The guy who was so aggressive and never refused a challenge in the past became what he is now.

It's really stupid to take such a path!

The witch's wrist trembled and shocked.

With an attitude that was more like brute force than skill, which did not fit the image of Witchmon - it smashed into the almost formed arm sleeves and body data shell.

The miniature magic circle wrapped around five fingers was revealed just now.

Witchmon stopped its own evolution.

And it is not wrong to say that the magic circle is a digital code or an advanced coding group.

Only this kind of thing can interrupt the transformation and expansion of data so freely and easily.

Compared to the results that required some sacrifices to achieve in the past, the ease with which she could break them now was exactly the convenience she was pursuing.

As expected, I still prefer playing with programming languages...

Looking at the empty space, she turned her gaze back to stare at the scattered and disappearing black fragments in front of her eyes. Thinking this, she curled her lips and put her hand on the broom that almost disappeared again.

The long black cat on the side also immediately lay on his shoulder, making an expression of relief.

After all, if Witchmon really jumps up the level and evolves, then it will be sent.

She-Devilmon even has a scarf with self-awareness that can be transformed into it. When it transforms into Belstamon, its function is still retained, but its consciousness returns to its original owner.

It is true that the familiar of this series is one with its master, but it is obviously not ready to be returned like this.

"It's not like it won't change back, why are you anxious?" The Witch Beast looked at it and laughed dumbly, and its mood improved a little.

He patted the broom again, levitated and took off, heading towards his witch cabin.

I didn't plan to tell that guy about this conflict.

Wait until he notices his hint...

Witchmon thought.

Although you can claim that you are an ally when you are looking for an excuse to hit someone, but in reality...

The ability remains to be seen - Witchmon judged it this way.

It is a combination of Digimon and humans that does not use the Digimon machine as a communication medium.

There is no hard-and-fast connection between her and Omer Linton, a human being, like a 'chosen one' and a 'partner'.

And they didn’t meet each other from their childhood.

Putting aside children's emotional thinking, mature beasts and humans go straight to the point and consider each other's abilities.

On February 14, 1946, the world's first general-purpose computer was born at the University of Pennsylvania.

Please spend more time with your computer on this special day today.jpg
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