What was coming would come.
There was no such thing as accepting benefits without doing any work in return.
At least, Mo Yan could not accept someone's (a Digimon's?) kindness, then turn around and betray them (or deny it).
That was why Mo Yan had accepted the Holy Digimon's plan and taken the Digi-Eggs Sakuyamon handed him.
"WarGreymon? MetalGarurumon?
That feels strangely familiar. Let me think."
Returning to his side-lying position, TyrantKabuterimon did something rare: he began to think.
His thinking speed, however, needed improvement.
Unlike TyrantKabuterimon's "thoughtful" expression, the thoughtful expressions on the other Digimon present reflected actual thought.
"Aha, I've got it! Doesn't Yggdrasill have a subordinate whose left and right sides don't match?
I even mocked Yggdrasill's taste over that.
I remember now. That little fellow was pieced together by Yggdrasill from these two Digimon, wasn't he?
If I remember correctly."
Suddenly, TyrantKabuterimon sat up, wearing an expression of "sudden realization."
Seriously, just how slow did someone have to be to only remember that now?
Had he really traded intelligence for fighting strength?!
However, the Digimon present showed little reaction in their expressions or gazes.
After all, among the Digimon present, only Qinglongmon could claim a slight edge over TyrantKabuterimon.
But it was only a very slight edge.
If they really fought, there was no telling who would win.
Because TyrantKabuterimon would show you what it meant to fight so wildly that he would even hit himself.
Truly, the tough feared the reckless, and the reckless feared those who did not care whether they lived.
Otherwise, Sakuyamon would not have paid her respects to TyrantKabuterimon first while in the Four Holy Beasts' domain.
This King of Insects truly dared to act on whatever he thought, following his whims entirely.
Paying no attention to what the Digimon present