I'm really not a dark Ultraman

Chapter 291 Let me see who you are afraid of, Joestar?

As bright as the sun, as golden as gold, and looking upright, except for that face.

Black fog rolled in, blood was everywhere, every move he made was dark, his ferocious appearance, his strong body, everything he did was evil.

If he didn't know who the real villain was, he would probably attack Joestar.

The more they fought, the more confused Etarga became.

The deep dark power surrounding his body, the terrifying oppressive force between his swinging fists and feet, and his body full of villainous aura.

This guy looks more like a dark alien than me!

Once again, countless flame cannons were wielded, and between the swings of the yellow iron fist, Atarga's slightly hurried voice was heard.

"The darkness is even deeper than that of countless dark aliens. No wonder there was a rumor circulating in the universe that you, Joestar, almost became the Dark Emperor."

"Since there is such a powerful darkness."

"How about we form an alliance and rule countless universes together?"

The attacks became more rapid, and the breathing between breaths became heavier.

Joestar's blood-red eyes left two long red stripes as he moved quickly.

"Meaningless words." The muscles on his body swelled more and more, and heavy roars and blows continued to explode on Etarga's body. "I have no interest in ruling the world."

The yellow armor no longer looked the same as it did originally. Countless corners were broken, and the outermost feather defense had long been torn into rags by him.

The two huge horns on the back were accidentally hit head-on by Joestar and were full of cracks.

Every punch he exchanged caused Etarga to retreat step by step, and he was beaten from the center of the Space-Time City to the edge by Joestar.

Strength, irresistible force.

In the battle with Zero, whether it was light or combat, although Etarga was slightly at a disadvantage, he was still able to entangle with him, and occasionally a few hits could always make Zero feel particularly uncomfortable.

However, when fighting with the guy in front of him, a hint of fear appeared in Atarga's eyes.

His arms fell on him, hitting him with a force that was enough to break mountains, but he seemed not to be affected at all. He continued his actions, and with one blow from Ultra Black Tiger's heart, his armor was shattered.

Fire bombs and light cannons, these light skills that even Zero could not withstand, fell on him, but he became even more violent and more excited.

He defended against his attacks countless times. If it were Zero, he would have started to gasp for breath by now, but the guy in front of him seemed to have no end to his physical strength, and the impact on his body became heavier and heavier.

The sturdy body was surrounded by blood and darkness, the thick muscle groups were constantly twisting, and only the afterimages of the rapidly punching fists could be seen. The scarlet eyes became brighter and brighter, like a Shura.

Indifferent and extremely cold, he looked like a hunter who had already pointed his shotgun at his prey.

That kind of calmness in every gesture.

Even Etarga, who had sealed countless Ultra Warriors, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Unable to withstand Joestar's attacks, Etarga's feet stabbed into the ground fiercely, and his entire calves were covered with mud. But even so, he continued to retreat, and the armor on his body broke at an increasingly rapid speed.

A long gully was torn in the ground, leaving behind him, and flying metal fragments filled the hole.

Atargar's defense was maxed out, and he was not very tanky, but he understood clearly.

If you continue like this, you'll be dead.

I can't take care of too many things, I can only try my best!

The fear of death made Atal strengthen his arms to prop up his body, but the armor on his arms was shattered by continuous blows the next moment. Amid the sound of breaking metal, Atal could even clearly feel his own bones breaking.

Even though his arm was in extreme pain, Etar endured the pain and launched the attack.

It was no longer the high-heat light techniques from before, but a deep purple beam of light.

Just like before, Joestar did not dodge at all and allowed the beam of light to penetrate into his body.

Joestar, who had just been fighting like crazy, suddenly froze. This allowed Atarga to quickly crawl out of the mud and dodge to the side.

He looked at Joestar with lingering fear.

Attarga couldn't contain her joy as she watched the fear rising in him.

"Hahahahahaha, even Joestar, even an enemy as powerful as the emperor of the universe, has his own fears."

"I want to see who you are afraid of!"

"I want to materialize him completely! Etar Puppet!" Etarga released more purple aura and quickly injected it into Joestar's body.

The aura of fear on Joestar gradually became heavier, and purple smoke slowly condensed behind Joestar.

Even though the purple smoke obscured his view and Joestar's tall body obstructed Etarga's vision, Etarga could still clearly see the appearance of the replica.

His agile silver body and streamlined muscle groups made up his whole body. The timer and the iconic wings that looked like a flying bird, and the head shape that was completely different from most Ultra Warriors, made him so famous that Atarga recognized him at the first moment.

"Nonoa?"

Although he was the one who materialized himself, facing Noah's calm eyes, Atarga became even more frightened.

What he had mimicked had always been monsters or dark aliens, so mimicking Joesta was already beyond his expectations.

But what's going on with this guy in front of me?

In order to ensure that the guy that Joestar feared the most was fully manifested, he made great efforts.

But why is it Noah!? ! ! Why are you, a good warrior of light, afraid of Noah! ! !
"Relying on his body, he always withstands all kinds of attacks." Noah's calm words made Etarga's throat roll up and down, and cold sweat gradually slid down his hideous cheeks.

"Even if he is a warrior at the level of Ultra Father, he is still so careless."

Joestar also came back to his senses at this time, "I was careless."

The silver warrior didn't say much, just turned slightly and looked at Aitarga.

A surging tide of energy gradually rose from the silver body. Although the surrounding environment had not changed much, the fatal crisis had already locked onto Atarga.

"As your master, let me take care of some trivial matters for you."

"After all, there is an old friend of mine under this castle."

(End of this chapter)