A Conversation with Sandiramon

[Sandiramon, Ultimate, virus, Holy Beast Digimon

One of the Deva Digimon, an Ultimate Digimon with the appearance of a snake.

A subordinate of Zhuqiaomon of the Four Holy Beasts, and the most cunning and cruel of the divine generals.

It dislikes battles decided in an instant, preferring to slowly torment its opponent before killing them.

It normally lives deep underground and excels at moving beneath the earth.

In battle, it draws a spear made of light-the Treasure Spear-from its mouth, coils its tail around it, and wields it deftly.

The Treasure Spear vanishes once it strikes an opponent, but as long as Sandiramon has energy remaining, it can spit out any number of them without any loss of sharpness.

Its special move is "Black," in which it violently shakes its body and forcefully spits out a Treasure Spear to pierce its enemy.]

As a magic circle appeared and faded, Mo Yan and Dark Witchmon, who was hugging his arm, appeared in the underground tunnel.

"Mo Yan, this Sandiramon..."

Seeing Sandiramon besieged by Great Growlmon, Kyuubimon, and Gargomon, Dark Witchmon immediately realized something was wrong.

With the power of the Deva, how could mere Champion-level strength possibly leave Sandiramon struggling to fend them off?

Even if those three Champion Digimon had human children supporting them with card slashes.

"Space-Time Magic: Slow Passage."

Mo Yan did not immediately explain. Instead, he reached out and tapped the crystal ball before him, casting a spell from the space-time series that he had been researching for some time.

However, with his current strength, casting space-time magic was still beyond his capabilities.

That was why Mo Yan needed the power of the Four Elements Crystal Ball to cast this spell in its entirety.

Even then, Mo Yan could only confine the spell's power to this stretch of underground tunnel that had become a battlefield.

Otherwise, even draining him dry would not be enough to keep the spell active.

As the spell was cast, a force capable of arresting space and time swept through that stretch of tunnel.

Within that space, everything except Mo Yan, Witchmon, and Sandiramon fell into temporal stasis.

Sandiramon had escaped the stasis because of his strength.

Although he was only a duplicate, his power still reached the Ultimate level.

Of course, that Ultimate-level power was rather watered down.

Thus, Mo Yan had not directed the spell's power at Sandiramon.

As it happened, Mo Yan also had a few things he wanted to ask him.

"Mo Yan? Witchmon?

Have you come to laugh at me too?"

Seeing Mo Yan and Dark Witchmon slowly approach hand in hand, Sandiramon instinctively drew some unfavorable conclusions, making his tone rather hostile.

Passing Takato Matsuki and the other two, who were frozen in place, then Guilmon and the others, whose movements had been severely slowed, Mo Yan led Dark Witchmon up to Sandiramon.

"Sandiramon, has Lord Zhuqiaomon developed this sort of ability too?"

Mo Yan ignored Sandiramon's hostile tone and frowned as he asked about the matter that concerned him more.

"My god's mighty power is, of course, boundless."

Hearing Mo Yan's question, Sandiramon praised Zhuqiaomon without hesitation.

"..."

Suddenly, Mo Yan felt that Qinglongmon was rather better. His colleagues were all capable of rational thought, too.

Still, that might have had something to do with Qinglongmon being an ancient Digimon.

The long years had made Qinglongmon gentle yet powerful, and he was skilled at instructing his followers, with outstanding results.

At the very least, TigerVespamon and the others did not blindly worship Qinglongmon to the point of losing themselves.

Of course, after living so long, TigerVespamon and the others had also become smooth talkers who knew how to spout official platitudes.

Still, none of that had anything to do with the Sandiramon before him.

Although Sandiramon was a snake Digimon born from data.

The natural instincts of a snake still existed within Sandiramon's data.

That was why Mo Yan did not believe what Sandiramon had said.

Besides, he had come to see Sandiramon to conduct a limited probe.

When Mo Yan remained silent for a long time, Sandiramon could naturally guess a thing or two.

However, Sandiramon did not mind.

Sometimes, playing dumb and putting on an act made life a little easier.

Especially when dealing with young Digimon.

Thus, Sandiramon quite naturally made himself seem somewhat mindless.

This was the wisdom of survival.

"I don't understand why my god places such importance on these human children. Are we Deva no longer capable of conveying his will?"

As though something had occurred to him, Sandiramon's tone grew lonely and forlorn.

Although all the Four Holy Beasts were generous, Zhuqiaomon was not as gentle and kindly as Qinglongmon, nor as adept at reassuring his followers.

After all, compared with Qinglongmon, Zhuqiaomon was still somewhat young.

Moreover, as a cunning and cruel Ultimate-level Holy Beast Digimon, Sandiramon ultimately could not accept being served up as easy prey like this.

Even if this body had been created through Zhuqiaomon's Digital Jewel.

The consciousness within this body was still Sandiramon's own.

Defeat would still affect Sandiramon's data.

"Sandiramon, you seem to have forgotten the pure resolve you had when you first became an apostle."

Sensing Sandiramon's confusion, Mo Yan looked into his eyes and spoke slowly.

"The long years have caused my resolve to waver.

Perhaps that is why I cannot evolve to the Ultimate level."

Seeing that Mo Yan seemed to truly believe him, Sandiramon openly admitted his confusion, allowing a hint of dejection into his voice.

In truth, Sandiramon had known all of this for a long time.

But the long years really had worn away far too much.

And concealing his intentions had already become instinctive.

Moreover, he had never been able to evolve to the Ultimate level on his own.

In the past, that had indeed inevitably left Sandiramon lost and uncertain.

Of course, as one of the Deva, Sandiramon could ask Zhuqiaomon to help him evolve to the Ultimate level.

But as someone capable of becoming one of the Four Holy Beasts' Deva, Sandiramon had his own pride.

Thus, Sandiramon would rather remain at his current Ultimate stage than borrow Zhuqiaomon's power to evolve to the higher Ultimate level.

In fact, Sandiramon had been quietly collecting powerful data all along.

He simply had not expected Zhuqiaomon to have other plans.

And that plan actually involved sending the Deva to serve as easy prey for human children and their partner Digimon.

Sandiramon found that both exasperating and depressing.

That was why he had come to the Human World with a bellyful of pent-up frustration.

That was why he had wreaked such havoc on the Oedo Line, and why he had allowed Mo Yan a small glimpse of his emotions.

"Evolving to the Ultimate level is indeed difficult.

Especially when we want to develop our own unique forms.

To do that, we have to rely on our own power to evolve toward the Ultimate level.

Sigh. It really is terribly difficult."

Wearing a look of shared sympathy, Mo Yan expressed his own uncertainty at just the right moment.

"Yes. Only by completing our evolution to the Ultimate level independently can we develop our own unique ultimate forms."

Sandiramon nodded, fully agreeing with Mo Yan's view.

"My spell is about to wear off, so I'll take my leave."

Noticing that Guilmon and the others were about to break through the spell because he had held back, Mo Yan spoke to Sandiramon.

"You must have met these little ones before. Why not say hello?"

Hearing Mo Yan's words, Sandiramon narrowed his eyes and asked.

"No need. Keeping our distance is better for everyone."

Mo Yan shook his head and spoke calmly.

Yet his words seemed to carry a veiled meaning.

"Indeed, we should keep our distance from humans."

Twisting his enormous, slender body, Sandiramon spoke as though deliberately playing dumb.

"See you in the Digital World."

Holding Dark Witchmon's hand, Mo Yan made his final farewell.

"See you in the Digital World."

His forked tongue flicking in and out, Sandiramon replied in kind.

Then Mo Yan and Dark Witchmon vanished in the light of teleportation magic, still holding hands.

"This fellow seems to have noticed something.

It seems the days ahead won't be boring."

Watching the spot where Mo Yan had disappeared, Sandiramon fell into thought.

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