As a person who loves entertainment, I traveled to the world of special effects

On the battlefield, Kamiyama Touma and the other two in three forms were fighting Kamen Rider Ohken.

Kamen Rider Wang Jian was in such a miserable state at this moment that he was almost beaten stupidly.

Red flames, blue waves, yellow thunder.

He kept greeting Kamen Rider Wangjian.

Hu Zile looked at this scene, and even though he knew he was not the one being beaten, he still felt a little nervous.

As the three men released their ultimate attacks, Kamen Rider Wang Jian also hurriedly used his ability to absorb energy, continuously absorbing the energy from the three men's attacks.

"It's time to make things interesting." Stellius slowly walked into the battlefield, transformed into Megiddo form, and attacked the four people in the stalemate.

With the violent explosion, all four of them were blown to pieces.

The embarrassed Kamiyama Touma and the other two looked at Kamen Rider Wangjian, who had also untransformed like them, with shocked expressions on their faces, but the reasons for their shock were different.

At this time, Sophia, who was watching the battle from afar at the North District Base, was also filled with surprise: "The King Sword is actually the previous generation of Flame Swordsman, Kamijou Daichi!"

"It really is Kamijou Daichi." Hu Zile, who was observing at the edge of the battlefield, was also very surprised. After all, he had just sworn in front of Sophia that Kamen Rider Wangjian was Hayato Fujimiya.

"Is it you?" Fujimiya Kento shouted, "You used my father's identity to betray the organization! You brought disgrace upon him!"

"No, your father is indeed Wang Jian." Kamijou Daichi denied Fujimiya Kento's statement.

"Then why are you the one transforming into the King Sword now!" Fujimiya Sage roared, transforming and rushing forward: "Why!"

Upon seeing this, Kamijou Daichi transformed into Kamen Rider Ohken, released Dark Iai, and chopped the insane Kento Tomiya away with one blow, thus canceling his transformation.

"One day, you will know." Seeing that no one had any intention of attacking him, Kamijou Daichi turned and left.

"So, he succeeded Hayato Fujimiya and became Wang Jian." Based on what Wang Jian said, Hu Zile began to think: "Then what made him decide to succeed Hayato Fujimiya?"

"I guess it has something to do with the Dark Sword Yue'an." The red-robed man appeared behind Hu Zi Le at some point, like a ghost, walking without making any sound.

Hu Zile was frightened by this guy: "Can't you just not suddenly appear when others are thinking? It's scary!"

"Isn't this a chance to collect three forms? Let me take a look." The red-robed man ignored Hu Zile's scolding and explained: "But it seems I missed it."

"By the way, what did you mean by the connection to the Dark Sword, Moon Dark?" Hu Zile asked, "Could it be that the Dark Sword, Moon Dark, also has a brainwashing function?"

"That's not the case," the red-robed man explained. "I once had the privilege of seeing my own future through the replica of the Dark Sword, Yue'an. But that was the only time. After that, the replica Dark Sword, Yue'an, never displayed this ability again."

"Predicting the future?" Hu Zile was puzzled. "What kind of future would cause the users of the Dark Sword, Moon Dark, to become so extreme, not only rebelling against the organization but even collaborating with Megiddo?"

The red-robed man shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either. "Then I don't know either. After all, I only saw it for a moment, less than a few seconds."

"Where's your replica Dark Sword? Lend it to me." Hu Zile suddenly asked, "I also want to try out that ability that's similar to predicting the future."

"I told you, I haven't been able to successfully activate this ability since that time," the red-robed man said, "so don't try to use it with any luck."

Hu Zile began to coax him, "Hey, don't be so stingy. Besides, if I succeed in stimulating it, you can also get some experimental data."

After hearing that he might get relevant data about the holy sword, the red-robed man agreed after some hesitation and took Hu Zile to where he kept the holy sword.

"Just this one?" Hu Zile looked at the replica Dark Sword Yue'an on the shelf and said, "I thought you would make a few more."

"Use it quickly, I'll record it on the side." The man in red robe urged.

Hu Zile walked forward, picked up the dark sword Yue An, and suddenly knelt down, with beads of sweat oozing from his face.

"What's going on with you?" The man in red robe stepped forward and helped Hu Zile up.

Hu Zile paused for a moment before speaking: "Is this really predicting the future? My future is too terrifying."

"Did you succeed?" asked the man in red robe.

"You don't have no records, do you?" Hu Zile asked back.

The red-robed man nodded awkwardly: "Yeah."

Hu Zile: “…”