Ultraman Any Key: Qiming

Chapter 575, Section 571: In the Name of Ultraman (Burst Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

However, upon hearing these "outrageous" words, the old farmer who had been pulled up knelt down tremblingly, shaking his head repeatedly: "I...I haven't prayed today."

"They're trying to kill you, and you're still listening to them and praying?" Kirisaki frowned.

The old farmer was terrified: "Please spare me."

Kirisaki looked at the villagers around him: "What about you? Is there anyone willing to come with me to expose their ugliness and end this tragedy?"

No one dared to look him in the eye; they all acted as if he didn't exist, fearing he would force them to follow him.

Kirisaki frowned, clearly puzzled.

How could this "Torrekia religion," which has only been around for a short time, have left such a strong ideological imprint on these villagers?
Right now, even if I transformed into Ultraman in front of them, they would probably still remain unmoved.

Just then, a slightly childish voice rang out: "I! Sir, I want to go with you!"

A simply dressed boy who looked to be only about ten years old appeared and raised his hand.

He said that his father had recently been executed for "blasphemy" because he accidentally broke the village's idol and could not pay the "atonement fee".

He felt there was something wrong.

If the "God of Toregia" is truly omniscient, omnipotent, and benevolent as the church claims, he would surely know that his father was not truly disrespectful to him and forgive him.

But his father still died.

Kirisaki paused for a moment: "If one were truly omniscient and omnipotent, there wouldn't be so much pain..."

He calmed himself down and asked about the statue.

The boy pointed to the entrance of the village, "We pray there every day."

prayer……

Kirisaki frowned, noticing that the old farmer had indeed gone to pray to the "Little Statue of Torregia" at the village entrance because it was time to leave.

The "Little Statue of Torregia" is 30 centimeters tall, about the same height as the statues of gods and Buddhas that are kept in homes on Earth.

His appearance was no different from his transformed self; it was very detailed, and I didn't know what the material was. It looked a bit eerie.

"Thank you, great Ultraman Tregear, for saving our world... You are the source of our happiness, and we will worship you for generations to come to repay your kindness."

This prayer is exactly the same as the signal broadcast captured by the Kirisaki TPC radar.

At first, he only felt something was wrong when he heard it, but now, after seeing the absurdity and ugliness of this world, he felt a chill run down his spine when he heard it again.

Wait…something's wrong.

After a moment of silence, Kirisaki's eyes suddenly widened.

Broadcast signal!

This world only has the technological level of the Middle Ages on Earth, how could it possibly broadcast a message!

These villagers, knights, and butlers, didn't even understand laser guns, so how could there be a broadcast!

Who made the broadcast?

And it just so happens to be detected by TPC's radar...

This is a trap... a trap that deliberately lured me here!

Just as Kirisaki was having a chilling thought, the human being who was mimicking Ultraman keenly sensed a strange fluctuation in the old farmer who was praying to the "Tregear Statue".

His eyes were enveloped in a blue light. After using his mental power, he saw the "statue" tremble, and then a wisp of the old farmer's soul was suddenly separated and flew towards the northwest.

This "Torregia statue" has supernatural powers and is draining the old farmer's soul!
A sudden thought flashed through Kirisaki's mind. He grabbed the church deacon who was trying to sneak away and demanded sharply, "Is your holy city in the northwest?!"

"Yes...yes..." the deacon stammered.

Kirisaki: "Does every village have these small statues?"

Deacon: "Yes...yes..."

Kirisaki's gaze was deep and unfathomable: "So that's how it is. No wonder the people here are so terrified of the church. It's the supernatural power at work..."

Something's not right; there must be something lurking behind the scenes.

The enemies he will face next may not be just knights in iron armor.

The situation has changed, and the child can no longer come along.

"Be good, you wait here, I'll go and end all this." After patting the child's head, Kirisaki forced the church deacon to lead the way.

"You...you really want to go to the Holy City?" The deacon looked at him with a ghostly expression, wondering if the guy had gone mad.

Even if your strange weapon is very powerful, you'll still die if the Knights unleash a volley of a hundred arrows.

Kirisaki: "Of course."

Deacon: "Who... exactly are you?"

Kirisaki: "You'll know when we get there."

After saying this, Kirisaki left for a while, found a deserted place, transformed into Ultraman, returned to space, and released the Ultra Sign towards the Land of Light to ask for help.

"Mr. Qi Ming should be in the Land of Light right now. With his 'Emperor Jiede' around, there's nothing to be afraid of..."

He then returned to the ground, leading the knights, and marched towards the "Holy City" in the northwest.

He walked slowly, traversing the countryside and towns. A series of absurd scenes, drawn by distorted beliefs, unfolded before his eyes.

He saw fierce-looking church knights, under the guise of "investigating heresy," wantonly breaking into people's homes, and smashing, looting, and burning anything that didn't go their way.

The villagers could only kneel numbly to the side, not even daring to cry out.

He saw villagers being disqualified from participating in prayer because they were told they were "not devout enough".

They knelt and kowtowed, begging for forgiveness from the "God of Toregia," as if they had been stripped of the very meaning of life itself.

The upper class indulges in extravagance and debauchery, the middle class deceives their superiors and subordinates, and the lower class fights each other in fear and apathy...

Kirisaki used to think that Earth was the most unlucky planet in the universe.

Because of the constant stream of disasters, the people there have never been able to live in peace.

But now he feels that Earth still has the sincere and brave Ultra Warriors who stand up against evil and keep getting stronger, and there is still hope.

And here...

Everyone claims to be acting for God, but in reality, it's all for human selfishness.

His image as a giant of light became a totem that imprisoned countless souls.

Reason told him that none of this was surprising.

Even without his name, these people would still commit evil under different pretexts.

However, when he witnessed those emaciated people, their eyes devoid of life, still murmuring his name and praying for blessings, an indescribable sense of suffocation still gripped his heart.

Therefore, when clergy tried to demolish houses, steal sheep, forcibly requisition food and fodder, or conscript men, he decisively took action and dealt a heavy blow to those evildoers.

The Victory Hyper gun has been fired dozens of times.

"What is this green light? What have you done, you monster?!"

“If you dare to oppose us, you are going against the will of the god Toregia. The god Toregia will surely punish you and send you to hell.”

But Kirisaki remained unmoved: "I'm already in hell, aren't I..."

He accumulated a massive amount of hatred and became the church's most wanted criminal.

It is said that a "judgment army" specifically tasked with eradicating heretics is on its way.

"If it's a good thing, come at me. Don't bother the ordinary civilians."

After several days of maneuvering, estimating that reinforcements from the Land of Light would arrive, he finally led the guide to the end of his journey.

holy city.

Here, Kirisaki saw streets paved with neatly cut white marble, so smooth they reflected people's images, a stark contrast to the muddy dirt roads outside the city. High priests and their families, dressed in silk robes and adorned with jewelry inlaid with various gemstones, strolled leisurely through the streets.

Their complexions were ruddy and their figures were plump, forming a stark contrast to the sallow-faced and emaciated farmers that Kirisaki had seen.

In the heart of the city, the most magnificent temple was extremely luxurious, its towering spire covered with real gold leaf.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and wine, rather than the lingering dust and stench of hardship from the villages outside the city.

As Kirisaki looked at all this, he thought of those drafty thatched huts, and the crystal-clear porridge in the farmers' bowls...

However, what caught his attention even more was a fifty-meter-tall stone statue in the city center.

That was the "Tregear Statue," identical to his true form.

In his vision, countless strands of pale blue soul energy were clearly visible, flying in from all directions as if summoned, continuously merging into the statue.

This statue is the foundation of the "Torrechiean" sect and a symbol of their legitimacy to rule.

In Kirisaki's eyes, this is the source of all evil, a dark monument that, in the name of faith, constantly devours life and soul.

In the square in front of the holy city, hangs the dried-up head of a giant monster.

The deacon said cautiously, "This is...this is a monster that once ravaged the land, but it was killed by the god Tregear. Without him, we wouldn't be where we are today..."

“I know.” Kirisaki looked at the monster’s head with a look of nostalgia in his eyes and walked toward the city.

Suddenly, the sound of armor clashing in unison rang out all around!

A large number of church knights, who had been lying in ambush on the rooftops of buildings and at the entrances of alleys, suddenly appeared.

Their crossbows were drawn to their full extent, and the arrows, gleaming with a cold light, were all locked onto Kirisaki.

The crowd parted like a tide, and a cardinal in a scarlet robe with gold trim slowly emerged, surrounded by the knights. His eyes were sinister, and his scepter was pointed directly at Kirisaki.

"You blasphemer! How dare you set foot in the sacred realm and defile the glory of the god Toregia!"

"Today, this will be your burial ground!"

Immediately afterwards, under the solemn gaze of the crowd, an elderly man dressed in a pure white papal robe inlaid with gold and holding a scepter inlaid with a huge blue gemstone slowly walked out from the depths of the temple.

He is the Pope, the highest authority on the planet Euler!
He walked straight to the base of the enormous statue of Toregia and proclaimed in a loud and majestic voice:

"You stray sinner! You have repeatedly blasphemed God, attacked God's servants, spread heresies, and shaken the foundation of faith! Your crimes are too numerous to count!"

"Today, by the will of the god Toregia, I sentence you to the punishment of being pierced by a thousand arrows!"

Kirisaki looked at the pope, who exuded imperial majesty in every gesture and was worshipped by countless followers, and surprisingly, he had some recollection of him.

This old man...he remembers!

Back then, he was just an old farmer struggling to survive in the fields. When the shadow of a monster loomed over the village and a deadly attack was about to take his life, he was the one who saved him.

After defeating the monster, the old man thanked him with tears in his eyes for ending the disaster, allowing them to no longer be afraid and start a new life.

Thinking of this, Kirisaki felt an indescribable sense of absurdity and sorrow welling up inside him.

He never imagined that the life he had saved years ago would one day become the source of another disaster.

"I ask you, did you truly inherit Ultraman Tregear's will? Would he really want to see the place where he fought to the death become like this?" Kirisaki looked at the Pope and said in a deep voice, "Why would you do such a thing!"

The Pope looked down with indifferent eyes, as if listening to the wailing of ants, completely ignoring the dying question of this "heretic".

The cardinals and knights also sneered, mocking the madman's dying ramblings.

With a wave of his hand, the cardinal ordered the knights to prepare to shoot Kirisaki to death with a hail of arrows.

"Wait, wait, I'm still in his hands, no!" The butler beside Kirisaki was terrified.

Kirisaki said slowly, "Are you going to shoot your comrades as well?"

The cardinal sneered, "Trying to use a hostage? How ridiculous. He's been held captive by you for a long time, yet he hasn't sacrificed himself for his cause; his soul has long been defiled—perfect for purifying him as well!"

The deacon was terrified. Although he had a premonition that he would be abandoned, he turned ashen-faced and collapsed the moment he heard the verdict.

"In the name of the god Toregia, put the devil to death!" The knights and priests around shouted in unison, their voices like a tidal wave, as if to completely drown out Kirisaki.

Despite the overwhelming force, Kirisaki remained calm, but used his telekinesis to spread his voice throughout the entire holy city: "Ultraman Tregear will never condone what you have done."

The incredible sound left many people stunned.

What kind of sorcery is this? Could this person really be a demon?

"You...you still have a way?" Seeing that Kirisaki was still calm and composed, the butler next to him said as if he had grasped a lifeline.

"Who are you, and what gives you the right to say that!" The cardinal who had just spoken was also somewhat surprised and suspicious.

"I am... Tregear... Ultraman Tregear!" Kirisaki suddenly raised his right arm high.

The knights in the front row, thinking he was about to attack, fired their crossbow bolts with lightning speed.

However, before the arrows could get close, they were all deflected by a burst of blue light.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the figure rapidly expanded in the dazzling light, transforming into a towering blue giant that stood majestically in the center of the holy city.

Ultraman Tregear has arrived.

The Pope, who had just been calm, was struck as if by lightning, and the scepter that symbolized his status fell to the ground with a clatter.

He was completely unaware that the face that had always been dignified in front of the believer was now filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

He had seen this face with his own eyes before!

The cardinal, who had been so arrogant just moments before, was now frozen in place, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his throat.

The knights and priests who had just been shouting and brimming with murderous intent were now looking up at the enormous blue body in terror.

Many people's legs went weak and they collapsed to their knees.

The knights looked at the Tregear statue behind them, then at Ultraman Tregear in front of them, and were all in disbelief.

"An idol... an idol that has come to life!"

"No, that's not right. He seems to be the real Toregia, the prototype of the statue!"

The deacon, slumped on the ground, was completely dumbfounded, his mind blank.

The "heretic" who had kidnapped him all the way was actually the very "god" they prayed to day and night and feared so much!
too crazy.

"I'll ask you one more time, why did you do such a thing?" The transformed Tregear looked down at the Pope.

The same question was ignored by the Pope before Toregia's transformation.

But after the transformation, the Pope, who had just been dismissive of the questioning, was now trembling all over and even found it difficult to stand.

"I...I...I did this to commemorate your merit in saving our world." The Pope, who had just been full of imperial majesty, was now pale and his voice trembled as he tried to explain.

"In memory of me? Are all those exorbitant taxes and levies, all those atonement payments squeezed from ordinary people, also in memory of me?"

"I risked everything to fight the monsters so that the people of this planet could live free and happy lives, but what are you doing?"

"Are you using my name to create new suffering?"

"You used to be a farmer too. Don't you know how many farmers like you are being ruined and destroyed by your actions?"

The Pope lowered his head and dared not speak.

Toregia looked at the Toregia statue in the city, which was as tall as himself, and spoke sternly.

"This kind of thing shouldn't exist." He leaped up, raised his hand, and slashed at the statue.

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