The Blue Tribe King of the Kingdom of Light, Noah begged me to stop.

Chapter 78: Tear Belia apart! You have been a loser from the beginning to the end!
"Damn...are you really the Blue Clan's Martial King?"

Belia's claws drooped limply, and he forced a trace of self-mockery on his face.

No… He really felt insulted.

Although I have been insulted countless times.

The Kingdom of Light was humiliated after failing to clear the tower alone, and the Plasma Spark Tower was beaten single-handedly by Cyrus in front of Jian and Mary.

I thought it was because I wasn't strong enough, and with the help of the monster army, things would be better.

At least he won't be knocked to the ground and eat dirt, right?
Damn it, he is the ruler of the universe, the Dark Ultraman!

During the Great Ultra War, there was a powerful existence who fought against the Dark Emperor Emperor Empera!
How can you lie on the ground and eat dirt?
Damn it, this time I ended up lying on the ground eating dirt!

Because he didn't even have the qualifications to eat dirt, he was directly burned to ashes!
That’s 224 monsters!
Cyrus, are you showing off your skills here?
Damn, Belia really felt extremely aggrieved.

What bad luck!
With the help of the ultimate life form, he gained the ultimate power and the ultimate fighting instrument.

Obviously, they have become stronger. It should be easier to solo the Kingdom of Light than it was tens of thousands of years ago!
As a result, a stronger existence appeared in the Kingdom of Light!

The most infuriating thing is that this person is from the weakest Blue Tribe!
Damn it! This guy who couldn't even stand steady when shooting rays, now he was pressed to the ground and rubbed?
Damn it, now he’s not even acting anymore, he’s just insulting me directly!

No lighting, no techniques.

It's simple, get on it, tear it up! Get on it, tear it up!

Damn, his 4000-meter-long body was torn to pieces by Cyrus!

If you fucking burn him to ashes with light, he won't say anything.

At least when later generations recorded it.

Will write a tribute to the legendary dark Ultraman warrior, who died in Cyrus's so-and-so ray!

How the hell do I remember it now?

Died at the hands of Cyrus?
Damn it, don’t even give him any face?

"What, you have an opinion?"

Sairos slapped him!

Belia's legs went weak and he fell to his knees on the ground!
His head is buzzing now.

He had never been afraid of anything, but at this moment he felt a rare sense of fear in his heart.

When he looked up at Seiros again, his voice was trembling a little.

"I...No, no problem."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Seiros suddenly punched Belia in the left eye!
Directly blow off a corner of its blood-red eye light!
"Change the subject!"

Belia's heart was filled with rage. Damn it, that's enough!

But when he saw Seiros' clenched fists, the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished like a basin of cold water.

My head couldn't help but lower three points.

"I have no opinion."

Seros punched him again!
This time it’s another eye light from the opponent!
Bang-!
After one punch, a corner of Belia's two eye lamps were shattered, making him look particularly miserable.

"Why are you dissatisfied? Do you think it's embarrassing for you, Belia, to be beaten down by a Blue Clan warrior?"

"Think the Blue Tribe can only do the scientific research work you look down upon in the rear? But you can't defeat the power of science."

"Do you think that the Blue Tribe is useless when the Kingdom of Light is invaded? Are they useless?"

Belia endured the pain of tearing in the corner of his eye and felt a surge of bitterness in his heart.

Listening to the other party's words that pierced his heart, Belia gritted his teeth and shook his head forcefully.

"How is that possible? I don't have so many ideas at all."

"Huh?" Sairos looked at the other person's stubborn expression.

Throw the opponent to the ground directly.

Then he stepped on Beria's chest with his right foot, grabbed Beria's right arm with both hands, and pulled his right arm off directly!

"Come on, if you, Belia, don't think so, are you still Belia?"

"This is exactly the effect I want. I want the words 'Blue Clan' to be engraved into your soul, so that you will never have the will to resist the Blue Clan again in your lifetime."

Beria gritted his teeth and endured the pain without saying a word.

Tear--!
The left arm was also torn off by Cyrus, and large amounts of dark particles overflowed from the broken arm.

Sairos leaned down and patted Belia's face. "Why, do you regret it? What did you do before you regret it now?"

"From the moment you touched the plasma spark, you were destined to be displaced and die a miserable death."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful! You couldn't handle the power of the plasma spark, so you were possessed by the Rebrando star and forced to become a Dark Ultraman."

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight through Beria's heart!
His drooping head suddenly raised up and he looked at Sairos stubbornly.

"Impossible, the power of darkness is the most powerful. I have always been a person who yearns for absolute power!"

Hearing this, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Sairos' mouth.

"Really? If you just wanted to vent your anger, you could just massacre the Kingdom of Light. Oh, I almost forgot, you can't even do that."

"Then why did you go to the Plasma Spark Tower in the end?"

"I..." Belia's head dropped again, but this time he never raised it again.

Sairos shook his head and removed both of his opponent's legs.

"Come on, the word drooling is almost written all over your face."

"You have been a loser from the beginning to the end, a poor person abandoned by the light and picked up by the darkness."

"You...!" Belia's back teeth were almost broken.

But he couldn't find any reasonable rebuttal to what Sairos said.

"You're nothing special." Sairos shook his head.

Then he threw another question to the other party.

"Do you know why the King of Ultra didn't come out this time?"

"Why didn't I seal you into the space prison like I did last time?"

After he finished speaking, Belia thought for a few seconds, and finally asked in confusion.

"why?"

Cyrus stretched out his hand, and a set of Ultra weapons appeared in his hand.

Portable Specium Amplifier, Ultra Blade and Ultra Cloak.

"With my help, the Kingdom of Light's military power has become unprecedentedly strong. Even Blue Tribe researchers are able to fight monsters on their own."

"The Space Guard can easily deal with two or three monsters. The most direct manifestation is that you are simply unable to deal with those Ultra Warriors in the Kingdom of Light that you look down upon."

"Besides, with me as a great contributor here, King Ao doesn't even have to do anything."

"Because of you, Belia, it is impossible for the Kingdom of Light to fall into a critical moment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Belia's pupils suddenly shrank!
His breathing became more and more rapid, and even his chest began to rise and fall violently!
He, the great Belia... was actually going to be angry to death???

"you you you!"

"The rat in the gutter... just because he got a little favor, he really thinks he is the king who dominates the universe?"

A trace of pity appeared on the corner of Sairos's mouth.

It is the compassion of the strong for the weak.

This is also Beria's last memory.

As soon as he finished speaking, Seiros suddenly grabbed Belia's neck with both hands!

Then pull it hard!
Dark Ultraman, ruler of the universe, leader of the giant monster army!

The Dark Lord who invaded the Kingdom of Light tens of thousands of years ago!

Belia's head was torn off.

Cyrus held Belia's head with one hand, turned around and looked at the densely packed Ultra Warriors in the air.

He said nothing, but raised his arm and lifted Belia's head in the air.

Then, he threw it on the ground like garbage!

Beria, dead!
In the crowd, Zero felt his heart trembling a little. He wanted to chat with Mebius beside him to relieve the pain.

Then he turned to look at Mebius, only to find...

Mebius stared at Seiros in a daze, admiration once again appearing in his eyes, even fanaticism!

(End of this chapter)