Simultaneous travel: I am rampaging in the domestic area

Chapter 130 New Locke, childhood classic Guess Who I Am
Zhatian Locke dodged.

Balala the Fairy Locke chuckled, reached out and took out the Tunaduo summoning device, combined his armor, and shuttled through the power of the hurricane.

"To use a famous saying of an elder, when it comes to speed, I've never been afraid of anyone."

Other Locke complained that your line seemed to be from Feiying Armor.

But after they shared the memories of Zhatian Locke, they were surprised and asked, "Is there something wrong with your god?"

"Why is it a marble fighter?"

"Yes, and the deity of the Wood God's Zang is the Marble Fighter, so why is your Shiwo the one who is second only to Rock?"

Zhatian Locke shrugged, he didn't know either.

"Is One-Man Locke here?"

"He's not here. Maybe the timeline there doesn't overlap with ours anymore."

Doraemon Locke blinked, "How about I chat with him later using the lie-come-true speaker and ask him?"

"Then let's ask after this party is over. But why is your lie-come-true speaker still there?"

"I told you, I exchanged Dorayaki for this item."

"Then why can you only use the phone booth once?"

"It's all the fault of the time and space police. He destroyed my if phone booth." Doraemon Locke said angrily.

What a fun prop.

He only played it once and it was taken away.

So hateful.

"However, it's fine if the deity of your Wood God's Hideout is the Marble Fighter, but why is it the Thousand Feather Bird?"

"Shouldn't it be the upgraded intermediate-level marble fighter, the Ame-no-Haya?"

Doraemon Locke wondered.

Zhatian Locke didn't know either, and he looked confused.

The marble legend Locke, who came over from behind, smiled and said, "That's because you have no ties!"

"What is a Marble Fighter? It requires a passionate love for Marble Fighters and a strong desire to protect justice."

"The Marble Fighter will then respond to your call and upgrade to become the intermediate Marble Fighter, the Sky Feather Bird."

Marble Legend Locke said proudly.

"Oh, say something people can understand."

"...it means you have to play with it more. If you don't play with the toy, it will upgrade to a ghost level."

Marble Legend Locke said disdainfully.

If you don’t play with a toy, is it still a toy?

"So, have you upgraded your marble fighter to an advanced marble fighter?" Zhatian Locke blinked and said.

In the legend of marbles, Locke bared his teeth, but he really didn't have that.

But he believed he would be soon.

Because according to the inertia of toy animation, when it is about to end, it will automatically upgrade to the final pinball fighter form.

"And speaking of which, I'm already playing in the Final Four."

"I need your talents this time, Zhatian Locke. Please wait a moment. I'll go out and solve a problem and come back."

Marble Legend Locke said with a smile.

What's the trouble?
Soon they share memories and see the troubles of Marble Legend Locke.

Count Ghost.

The biggest behind-the-scenes boss in Marble Legend.

However, in the legend of marbles, Locke did not go out to get rid of the Ghost Count, because his marble fighter ability was very strange and could absorb other people's energy.

Moreover, the fighting power that finally erupted was powerful enough to crush a mountain, so it was not suitable for a direct confrontation in a lively competition.

If he goes out now, he will encounter dark magic.

……

The big city of Seattle.

Marble Legend Locke opened his eyes, he was lying on the bed, the sky was gloomy.

Every marble warrior who participates in the competition here has his own accommodation room.

Naturally, he has it as a favorite to compete in the semi-finals.

But he hasn't been sleeping well lately.

The main reason is that some people saw that they couldn't beat him on the field, so they decided to use evil ideas off the field to make him sink.

“Is this still a children’s toy animation?”

Locke sighed softly. He had been dreaming about a castle every night these days. There was a man called the Ghost Count there who cast a hypnotic spell on him every night.

He wanted him to obey his orders and become his puppet.

Hypnosis, night, playing in dreams... Listen, is this combination of words something a child should watch?
It's like watching an adult animation. But fortunately, he also has what an adult animation protagonist should have, cheats!
Locke hummed softly and continued to sleep.

In the castle, in the dim candlelight, a masked man sat on the throne, speaking in a bewitching voice and sneering.

"Locke, just be my puppet."

"Without the Holy Marble Fighter to protect you, you can't stop my dark magic control."

"Ghost Count, you say this every day, don't you get tired of it?" Locke said speechlessly.

He stood in the hall, confronting the Ghost Count on the throne.

Every night, this bat ghost Count comes to harass him, which is absolutely amazing.

And the most troublesome thing is.

They used magic to pull him into his dream and control him.

He couldn't find where the other person actually was.

"Don't let me see you in the real world." Locke said viciously, otherwise he would pull off his hood!
"Hahaha, you'd better think about how to survive under my hypnotic spell. Without the protection of the Holy Marble Fighter's power, you will be controlled by me sooner or later."

The Ghost Count sneered and began to cast the spell.

Although he couldn't control Locke, he harassed him every night and prevented him from sleeping well.

Then the final winner of this competition will still be someone from his lineage.

From the shadows, a group of bats chirped and flew out, rushing towards Locke.

boom!
A storm eagle rose up, spread its wings, and protected Locke. He had been able to hold on under the hypnosis spell only because of the protection of the marble fighter elf.

But I can't fight back.

But now...

"Marble Elf, the war eagle carries the sky!" Locke took a deep breath and grabbed the Sky Feather Bird with both hands.

The Storm Eagle behind him suddenly upgraded, carrying the sky on its back, and cried out loudly, detonating the Ghost Count's bat curse.

Pull the trigger immediately.

A marble shot out, destroying the dream and rushing towards the ghost count in the throne.

"This is impossible!"

"How can the Marble Elf be upgraded?!"

"You're not a marble!" exclaimed the Ghost Count.

But it’s very wearable!
Wearing the same thing, it means that such talents are superimposed on each other, and then stepping on the left foot with the right foot, spiraling up to the sky.

Locke smiled, broke the dream, and returned to the real room.

Tonight, I finally got a good night's sleep.

……

Bonfire Hall.

The marble legend Locke returned refreshed and shared his memories with everyone clapping his hands.

"It's cool, it's so cool!"

"You don't know the shock on that Ghost Count's face when he saw that my Marble Elf could level up."

"At that moment, I felt that even without the Holy Marble Fighter, I could still annihilate the dark forces."

Locke smiled as he watched Marble Legend. He really felt comfortable. What he hated most when watching Marble Legend before was the villains in it.

Every day he uses various methods to prevent the protagonists from winning the championship.

Now I have set my sights on him. I must fight back, and I must fight back hard.

"It's true that some childhood villains are worthy of admiration, but some childhood villains deserve to be severely punished."

The other Lockes nodded in agreement. Some childhood villains were very philosophical and had their own ideals.

Such people are worthy of admiration.

But most villains are simply bad-tempered and should be punished.

"But is there a new Locke here?" Locke, the Marble Legend, suddenly asked in confusion.

It seems like there is one more person here.

Everyone smiled and said, yes, you are right.

They looked towards the corner of the Bonfire Hall, where a high school student with his hands in his pockets saw that Marble Legend Locke noticed him.

He smiled, "Brother, I know you really want to know who I am."

"But before that, can we please reminisce about our childhood?"

"How do you recall?"

"I'll hum a song, guess who I am." High school student Locke smiled, and suddenly he sang a few lyrics in a low voice, as if it was a ballad echoing from the earth.

"Meteor, I'm here for you."

"Shooting star, I made a wish, do you remember..."

(End of this chapter)