Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 459 Piercing the Barrier Between Reality and Fantasy, the Zepelion Ray!

At this moment, under the frenzied and expectant gaze of the second generation of Kirieloids, in the thickest center of the swirling, dark mist, a huge, ancient gate, carved with eerie images and exuding an ominous aura, was slowly opening.

It was as if endless dark life forms were about to emerge from it and descend upon this world!
"They're here! They're here! Hahaha!"

"Feel true despair, Tiga! The warriors of our race are about to descend! The endless army of Kirieloid will trample this world!"

"At that time, even you, faced with overwhelming numbers and power, will only be crushed and annihilated!"

"No matter how calm or aloof you may appear at this moment, your light will be devoured by our sacred flames!"

"This planet will eventually grovel at the feet of the Kirieloids!"

"Hahahaha, huh?!"

His maniacal laughter abruptly stopped as if he had been choked.

Because that enormous gate to hell has been completely opened.

The doorway did not reveal the bustling army of Kirieloid that he had imagined, but rather a deep, deathly silent, and empty darkness.

"No! This isn't right! How could this be?!"

The second-generation Kirieloid's massive body swayed violently, as if all its strength had been drained, and it muttered to itself in disbelief.

"The door is open... Why... Why is there nothing there?!"

"Impossible! Something must be wrong!"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, an ominous premonition gnawing at his heart like a venomous snake; he could no longer care about Tiga in the distance, his wings flapped powerfully behind him, and dragging his heavily injured body, he staggered and frantically rushed towards the open giant door!
His enormous hands gripped the cold doorframe, and he desperately peered inside, looking around and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Come out! My people! Where are you?!"

"Answer me! I am one of your own! Descend upon this land! For the glory of Kirieloid!"

"God of Kyrielord! Guide your people!"

However, his shouts only elicited a faint echo in the empty darkness inside the door, before being swallowed up by the boundless silence.

There was no response, no sign of life, only a cold, soul-freezing nothingness.

His massive body began to tremble uncontrollably, a fear of absolute nothingness, born from the instinct of life, mixed with the despair of collapsing faith, instantly engulfing him.

Why...did this happen?

Where is our home? Where is our God?

"Could it be...could it all be...a lie?"

At that moment, he recalled the "information" he had previously scorned and regarded as the presumptuous talk of an inferior race, and the report that Steven had carefully presented about the nature of this world's "dimensional invasion".

He glanced at it only once before using his telekinetic powers to grind it into dust, and severely reprimanded Steven for his "stupidity" and "blasphemy."

He absolutely refused to believe that the great Kyrielords were "characters" created by humans!
This is too absurd; he can't give himself a reason to believe it.

But if this is truly the so-called "real world," and if those "absurd" conclusions are the truth, then there should be nothing behind the "Gates of Hell."

Because their "homeland," their great "Kirieloid God," has only existed in fantasy stories from the very beginning!

The Gates of Hell cannot penetrate the barrier between reality and fantasy, allowing "life" existing only in fantasy to descend into reality.

fear!

An indescribable fear arose in his soul.

It wasn't due to Tiga's overwhelming power; even facing the ultimate fate of complete annihilation, his pride as a Kirieloid warrior would never allow him to fear death itself.

What he feared was that idea that was taking root and sprouting uncontrollably deep in his mind!

The story about the Kirieloids, and even the world they inhabit, may indeed be a terrifying "fact" created by humankind!
He shouldn't believe these things! This is absolutely wrong! It's blasphemy! It's utterly unacceptable absurdity!

However, looking at the empty Gate of Hell, at the deathly silence, he couldn't deny it.

But if one believes this, then what is the meaning of everything he insisted on: racial glory, the greatness of the gods, and the mission to lead humanity?
This is more despairing than death itself!
Therefore, he was terrified of the part of himself that had actually begun to "believe" in this idea! Terrified of the incredibly weak heart that had wavered in its beliefs!

But reason, stemming from his brain, tells him that this is the real answer.

He has to admit that.

"Ahhhh!!!"

He clutched his head, which felt like it was about to split open, and let out a painful roar! The pride rooted in his identity as a "high-dimensional god," which he could not allow to be tarnished, was frantically resisting this "fact"!
"No! I can't accept this! I absolutely refuse to believe it!!!"

"How could the great Kirielod race possibly be... how could they possibly be fictional characters created by inferior humans?!"

These words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth, each one carrying the bloody struggle of his struggle.

deny!

Deny it with all your might!
It was the only instinctive reaction he could have at that moment to maintain his sense of self-preservation.

Finally, in his crumbling state, he turned his gaze to Ultraman Tiga.

Like finding a floodgate, all the chaos and unbearable pressure turned into a torrent of insane accusations against Tiga!

"It was you!! You must have done something!!"

"It must be you, you evil, despicable, thieving 'God' Tiga, who caused all this!"

"What methods did you use that we can't understand?!"

"Did you distort the rules of space and alter the coordinates of the passage?! Or did you use that false light to create a massive illusion that envelops the entire door, blinding my senses?!"

He speculated step by step, elevating Tiga's abilities to an infinite degree, to a level sufficient to explain everything before him.

"Where are my people?! What have you done to them?! Have you banished them to the chaotic currents of time and space, or imprisoned them in some unknown corner with your abhorrent light?!"

"Speak up! You cowardly coward who hides his face! You dare to do it but not admit it?!"

"Are you trying to say you didn't do this? How ridiculous!"

"Besides you, are there any other humans on this planet who could do all this?"

"That's right! That must be it!"

He seemed to have grasped at a straw in despair, and although the straw itself was full of contradictions, it was still better than falling into the abyss of cognition.

Although he knew that while Tiga's power was immense, it was impossible for him to eliminate all the Kirieloids behind the Gates of Hell, he preferred to believe that Tiga possessed such power rather than accept that "the world is an illusion."

So he roared even more hysterically, turning all his despair and fear into accusations against Tiga, trying to fill the ever-expanding void in his heart called "truth" with this false anger.

"It's really sad."

Through Tiga's huge, milky-white eyes, Ye Xuan gazed at the second-generation Kirieloid, who had completely fallen into madness and was acting like a demon, and a faint sense of emotion rose in his heart.

Among the many beings who descended to this world due to "dimensional invasion," the Kirieloids are probably the least able to accept their own "fictional" nature.

Their pride and arrogance have become the deepest shackles binding them, to the point that they are willing to infinitely inflate the power of their enemies in their minds in order to escape the cruel truth.

Ye Xuan could even detect a barely perceptible longing and pleading in the gaps of the other's frantic roar, as if it were saying to him:

"Admit it! Tiga! Tell me you did all this! Use your 'power' to prove my world is real!"

What a tragedy!

They actually want to pin their hopes of maintaining their existence on the enemy's "recognition"?
Faced with an opponent who had completely lost himself and was struggling frantically on the verge of cognitive collapse, Ye Xuan's last thought of "fighting" him vanished completely.

Although he lost interest in the battle the moment he transformed into Tiga.

He underestimated the gap between himself and the Kirieloids. Even the second generation was like a grown man versus a toddler; there was no "battle" to speak of.

However, considering how hard this "actor" worked and how he sacrificed his own beliefs to stage this drama, Ye Xuan felt that perhaps he should be given a relatively dignified ending, which could be considered a kind of alternative "respect".

Tiga's 300-meter-tall silver body twitched slightly, and his enormous arms slowly rose.

He didn't strike any exaggerated poses; he simply crossed his two enormous wrists gently in front of the color timer on his chest with a dignified and fluid gesture.

In an instant, the light energy permeating the surrounding space, as if summoned by the king, converged madly toward Tiga's arms with unprecedented speed and concentration!

A dazzling silver light flowed and compressed across his arm armor, radiating a heart-stopping energy fluctuation!

The second-generation Kirieloid seemed to realize something. Its roar stopped abruptly, and a trace of instinctive fear flashed in its huge eyes, but more than that, there was a sense of relief and bewilderment.

The next moment, Tiga spread his arms to the left and right, drawing a perfect arc, stabilizing and controlling the energy that had been condensed to the extreme. Then, his right arm was vertical and his left arm was horizontally placed on top of his right arm, forming a classic L shape!

Zaipelliao rays!

A pure, condensed, and divinely radiant white beam of ultra-high heat shot out from Tiga's right arm!
Wherever the light passed, the dark mist in the air instantly melted and purified, settling on the massive body of the second-generation Kirieloid.

(End of this chapter)