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Chapter 356 The Final Battle Before Dawn

Nearly three days have passed since Daigo dreamt of Ultraman Tiga and received the gift of light.

On a desolate land littered with ruins, a group of figures shrouded in black robes stumbled along a volcanic field scorching hot, with billowing black smoke and dark red lava visible everywhere.

The figures of these people were somewhat blurry and uncertain, as if the light began to distort strangely when it touched them.

The drones that occasionally whizzed by in the sky ignored them, skillfully dodging the attacks of the Ebloon cell mutants on the ground before continuing to head into the distance.

After ruling the Earth with brutal and evil means, Li Yang, the Lord of the Defiled Light, initially encountered countless acts of resistance.

Initially, he even tried to use incentives to make some humans his subordinates, his dogs, so that he could better rule over humanity.

Initially, countless people did indeed choose to submit to him.

After all, throughout history, there have never been many cruel tyrants among humankind. Even if a being with overwhelming military power is a tyrant, people have no choice but to endure him.

But that was in the past.

Once a person has seen the light, they cannot bear the darkness again.

Even after repeated massacres, many people survived after the TPC was founded in the 21st century. They cherish the peaceful life they once had and simply cannot tolerate the brutality that was so outrageous and repeatedly crossed the line of tyranny in human history.

Even those who submitted continued to secretly accumulate power, attempting to rebel.

However, this led to one massacre after another that severed human lineages.

The reason why humanity is still barely surviving is simply because Li Yang, the Lord of the Filth Light, could not tolerate a life where no one could oppress or rule him, so he traded artificial womb technology from aliens.

The humans he had once slaughtered were once again extracted from their corpses, and their DNA was used to create slaves for him, who considered himself a god, to continue to oppress and rule.

After that, the brutal Li Yang completely lost trust in humanity. He no longer cared about recruiting subordinates, but instead purchased artificial intelligence for breeding from aliens.

Unmanned machines equipped with programs are scattered all over the world. As tentacles of his will, they feed humans around the globe like livestock, allowing him to continuously harvest the power of light and darkness for the slave export trade.

"We've arrived..." After walking for an unknown amount of time, the group stopped. The leader looked ahead at the bottomless abyss, from which billowing black smoke rose.

He couldn't help but sigh softly, "The ruins of the former TPC Far East headquarters are truly magnificent..."

A glint of light flickered in his eyes, reflecting a past scene that was completely different from the pitch-black abyss before him.

It was a vast, desolate sea, and on that azure ocean, a colossal pyramid-shaped base.

The sight of humanity's past prosperity intertwined with the ruins scattered across the land brought tears to his eyes.

The leader lifted the hood of his black robe, revealing a tender, childlike face—it was Daigo!
The group accompanying him consisted of survivors that Daigo and Rena had found while traveling across the land over the past few days.

Having gained power, Daigo could no longer endure it.

In order to save other human survivors, the brother and sister spent this time constantly dodging and killing various Ebloon cell mutants and other abnormal creatures, searching for survivors on this land and trying to send them light.

But when he started trying, he discovered that the survivors he found all seemed to have recently developed a light that was of the same origin as his own but slightly different.

However, only a small fraction of them awakened their power.

As if by unspoken agreement, they began to unite when they discovered each other.

They all understood that their current strength was probably too insignificant to the Lord of the Defiled Light, and that they needed to accumulate more, lie low, and unite with more humans.

Furthermore, humanity has regained control of the power of light, and this information must absolutely not be discovered by the damned Lord of the Corrupted Light, as it would inevitably lead to a horrific purge and a massacre of the other survivors.

Therefore, Daigo and his group concealed themselves and began trying to find the resistance fighters scattered around the world, and to find the trustworthy people among them.

After a moment of reflection, the group began to slowly descend into the abyss.

……

The location is deep within the Earth's crust.

This is a terrifying abyss created when Earth was bombarded by Li Yang, the Lord of the Corrupted Light, during a previous rebellion. The Earth's crust shattered, and the terrifying power reached the mantle layer.

The rebel base—the "Ant Nest"—is located deep within it.

Here, in stark contrast to the palace of Li Yang, the Lord of the Dirty Light, which is suspended in a synchronous orbit and where the rising sun and nightfall can be seen forever throughout the year.

There is no sunlight here, only the pale green of the emergency lights and the unsettling blue light emanating from the screens of the old experimental equipment.

The air was stagnant and heavy, mixed with the smells of rust, disinfectant, ozone, and faint traces of blood and burnt smells, as well as a deeper, more nauseating smell of despair.

At the heart of the "anthill" is a hidden underground laboratory built during a time of rebellion, by people who feigned submission to the Lord of Defiled Light, enduring humiliation and hardship while secretly stealing resources and utilizing alien technology.

However, it's more like a flesh and blood workshop than a laboratory.

Thick cables and energy conduits, like twisted blood vessels, crawled across the walls and ceiling, connecting to the cold metal experimental table in the central experimental area.

On the stage, what is fixed are not objects, but human beings.

They are volunteers.

They are teachers, workers, scavengers, parents...

They are survivors who fell from the Garden of Eden, survivors who struggled to survive, and generations of people who continued the resistance.

But now, they share only one common identity—seeking power, seeking resistance, and thus offering themselves as sacrifices.

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream, completely inhuman, erupted from inside a reinforced glass isolation chamber.

The shockwave was immediately absorbed by the thick soundproofing layer, but the terrifying riot that exceeded the limits of the human body still allowed the teeth-grinding impact sounds and the cracking sounds of bones dislocating to be heard.

On the monitoring screen, the volunteer's body was undergoing horrific distortion.

With the injection of a large amount of electric current and high-temperature lava material, the Aibloon cell tissue solidified into ferocious tentacles, continuously absorbing the electric current and devouring the heat to promote its own genetic changes, and then began to grow by drawing on the lava as nutrients.

Grayish-white, tumor-like twisted tissue frantically broke through his skin, his limbs swelled and twisted unnaturally, and his spine arched backward into a terrifying curve.

The human form we once possessed is being constantly devoured by the power we crave, transforming us into a non-human form.

The pain from the horrific upheaval drove him to frantically slam against the bulkhead, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, wriggling and corroding the magma, turning into tiny worms that returned to his body.

Outside the isolation chamber, there is a backup of the personality of Chen Shan, the chief researcher, a former elite of the TPC Biological Department.

Now, as the fifth-generation clone of Chen Shan, he is old and frail, with sunken eyes like a skull, and his hands covered with scars and ulcers from long-term contact with corrosive reagents and blood.

He stared intently at the vital signs data on the screen, his eyes numb, only the corners of his mouth twitching slightly uncontrollably.

"Energy overload! Uncontrolled cell proliferation! Inhibitors are ineffective!" The young assistant beside Chen Shan said, his voice trembling with tears.

As a survivor of the last Eden City sale, he was one of the very few intellectuals among the surviving humans who had received higher education.

Similarly, he was a child who was discovered and taken away by the resistance forces after landing, and did not experience too much tragedy, thus becoming numb to his departure.

"Inject a high dose of sedatives... three times the maximum tolerable dose." Chen Shan's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping. "Also, prepare... to execute the purification procedure."

"Purification"—a cold and cruel term.

This means that before the Ebron cell experiment completely grows out of control and endangers the entire base, it will be completely destroyed along with the isolation chamber using high-temperature plasma.

This will not be the first case, nor will it be the last.

In the wasteland where human society has completely collapsed, energy and materials are becoming increasingly scarce.

Only a very small number of resources can be produced by the rebels.

Each Ebloon cell implantation experiment requires a very long time to accumulate resources, and every failure means that all these efforts are wasted.

But this was a last resort. The complete collapse of the industrial system and the sparse population made technological development a luxury.

Faced with that damned Lord of the Corrupted Light, and those evil aliens who made deals with him, the only hope for the human resistance lies in the existence of superhuman beings, that is, monsters.

Ebron cells, these mysterious cells that can transform almost any living organism into a gigantic monster after implantation, are one of humanity's very few hopes.

On the experimental table, just before the original life fluctuations plummeted to the bottom line, a brand new monster, controlled by the tyrannical will of the Ebron cells, was about to be born and destroyed.

"Power! I want power!" The volunteer screamed on the stage, who had completely turned into a lump of flesh. A blurry face struggled to emerge from the mass of flesh. He had no mouth, no nose, no lungs. He shouldn't have been able to make a sound, but he desperately roared with his own will.

"Stop the destruction!" In front of the monitor, lab technician Chen Shan stared wide-eyed at the wildly fluctuating data, his emotions churning: "Is another warrior about to be born?!"

Intense psychological fluctuations impacted the researchers' minds.

"For Xiao Ke! For the children, for the children to survive!" As a teacher, a rare find in this wasteland where humanity is on the verge of extinction, a teacher who chose to become a volunteer despite being seriously ill, his love for the children did not allow him to escape, did not allow him to lose to the tyrannical will within the Aiblom cells!

In that world of the mind, amidst the monstrous waves born from the tyrannical will of the Ebron cells, the man fought desperately.

He was repeatedly knocked down by the monsters of Ebron, and then devoured bit by bit. If he gave up even once, his will would be completely replaced.

But he stood up again and again.

"Xiao Yuan! Xiao Guang! Xiao Yang! Xiao Ye..." The man shouted the names of each of his students as the monster devoured him time and time again.

He kept getting up, waving his feeble fists, and fighting desperately against the monsters.

Unbeknownst to me, glimmers of light flowed from within.

A faint glow shrouded the man, a teacher, in his deformed and aged body, which was covered with twisted tumors.

He was devoured time and time again, and he rose again and again. The deformities and twists on his body gradually decreased, and the endless horde of Ebron cell monsters also began to diminish.

In a daze, the man squinted his eyes, and what he saw was a glimmer of light appearing on the horizon in this world of his mind.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand towards the soft light: "Light!"

In an instant, the darkness formed by the tyrannical will of the Ebron cells faded away, and the world of the mind was enveloped in light.

Only then did the man realize, in a daze, that he was already standing atop the mountain of monster corpses.

When the transformation of the inner world was complete, the twisted and unstable Ebloon cell sarcoma in the external experimental arena finally shattered with a roar.

Standing in place was a war god, as if crafted from silver crystal, its entire body shimmering with light, like a god or a demon!
……

In another cabin in the distance, a female volunteer was being infused with dark energy, or rather, negative energy.

The Lord of the Corrupted Light relentlessly cultivates and harvests humanity, not only from the light obtained by squeezing souls through the light particle conversion device, but also from the negative energy brewed and condensed from human pain and despair.

The Lord of Corruption breeds humans to exploit the light, and the rebels, of course, also want to try to utilize this power that even the Lord of Corruption is constantly extracting from.

However, the technology related to light energy conversion devices is completely monopolized, and there is no industrial system at all.

However, even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice.

Even if there are still a very small number of researchers among the existing human population, and some resources excavated from the ruins, it is simply impossible to reproduce that kind of light energy conversion device.

Apart from Ebron cells and a very few monster cells, the only thing humans can utilize is the negative energy trapped by those abnormal tumor life forms.

Even knowing the immense risks involved in this negative energy, the resistance fighters had to constantly try to utilize it, turning it into weapons of resistance.
Within the "ant nest" base, countless people collectively accumulated negative energy, clinging to their pain and despair as their sole hope.

The dark, liquid-like energy was being forcibly injected into her heart through the howling, writhing tumor ducts.

As energy spread throughout her body via her blood vessels, her body convulsed violently, her eyes rolled back and turned black, but a bizarre, hysterical smile spread across her lips, emitting bursts of chilling laughter.

Her consciousness is being rapidly polluted and devoured by negative energy originating from the human heart.

The writhing, dark shadows caused her body to begin to dissolve, turning into a viscous vortex.

A frenzied and violent wave of negative emotions was poured into her withered and parched soul; that terrible burden nearly crushed her.

She wanted to destroy everything, to utterly abandon all reason.

However, deep within those rapidly fading memories, in the depths of her heart that were being gradually conquered by darkness, the figure of a boy appeared before her eyes.

"Qiuyin," the filthy boy said, carrying the supplies distributed that day, a happy smile on his face. "Look, this is freshly distributed earthworm protein blocks!"

After a long day of work, the boy nestled with her in the small room: "Qiuyin, do you think we'll have a child?"

"Autumn Sound,"

"Autumn Sound..."

The image of her lover appeared in her mind, and the woman reached out her hand in confusion.

She couldn't quite remember who it was.

The so-called resistance was nothing more than a desperate attempt to prolong its existence, a fact well understood by both the woman and her lover.

However, even if it's not for humanity, but simply to survive, and to ensure that the people you love can live, various dangers are inevitable.

The woman still vividly remembers what her lover looked like when they last parted ways.

"Qiuyin..." the boy said softly, holding the girl in his arms, "I'm so sorry, I have to go..."

"But! But..." the girl pleaded, her voice trembling with tears, touching her belly. "That's too dangerous! The baby isn't even born yet, the baby hasn't even called me 'Daddy'!"

“Qiuyin,” the boy gently patted the girl’s back. “We have no choice but to do this to survive, don’t we?”

"The Lord of the Defiled Light will periodically search the earth, seeking out rebels as prey and playthings."

“Even if the time is not right, we must stand up and resist, we must confront them openly.”

"Otherwise, even if that bastard is a lazy evil god, once he senses something is wrong, he will choose to search more deeply, or even attack the earth directly, and many, many people will die."

"This isn't the first time this has happened, is it?"

The boy smiled gently, embracing his lover tenderly, then pressed his ear to her belly, listening to the faint heartbeat. "If that happens, you'll die, I'll die, and our child..."

"I just want you to live."

"The memory erasure is about to begin. Sorry, I'll have to forget you all..."

In a dark spiritual world, what was once called Qiuyin is now just a wisp of black mist, gazing blankly at memories that are both strange and familiar.

The boy died just like that, in a routine toying and massacre of the rebels by the Lord of Defiled Light.

The grieving girl subsequently fell seriously ill, and the couple lost their child.

She wanted revenge, revenge against the Lord of the Dark Light who had robbed her of her small happiness!

"That's right, I need revenge! How could I forget him!"

In the darkness, endless rage transformed into crimson flames; all the dark energy brewing from negative emotions became fuel for this fury.

A beast of rage, destined to burn everything in its fury and consume itself, is about to be born!
but……

"Autumn Sounds"

A familiar voice echoed in his mind, and the enraged beast, its body covered in black and crimson, was gently embraced by his lover, whose body shimmered with light.

And so, the beast of rage, which had burned everything and consumed itself, transformed into a demon god in the form of a Vermilion Bird, and danced gracefully.

In the shadows, it was not the Vermilion Bird, but the Phoenix and the Phoenix, inseparable for life.

(End of this chapter)