I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

Chapter 72 We are the Dominant Civilization

"By the way, Seven, Daigo called to ask when you'll start the next phase of Ultraman training. He can't wait."

During dinner, Wuma Quan suddenly remembered the phone call that Daigu had made to him while he was at work.

Daigo's words were full of anticipation.

It seems that Daigo has already tasted the benefits of the last waterfall training session.

That makes sense. In the original story, Daigo didn't have anyone to help him with special training. Every time a monster appeared, he would transform into Ultraman Tiga and fight it out. His experience was accumulated slowly, and he learned techniques during battles, which not only consumed a lot of energy but also rarely got to be used.

In contrast, Ultraman training is different. It's Ultraman training that Seven specifically designed for Daigo, with a unique focus that effectively helps Daigo address his weaknesses, making him stronger and allowing him to quickly overcome his novice phase.

Become an excellent Ultra Warrior.

Moreover, this time it's not just Daigo Ultraman alone, but Seven X is also by his side.

This is enough to stop Daigo from being confused for so long and help Daigo stabilize his Dao heart sooner.

"Oh? Daigo's this diligent? Good, good, it's rare to see him so dedicated, so I can't fall behind. It's true what they say, 'It's hard to refuse such hospitality.'" Seven sensed Daigo's enthusiasm for special training. Back then, even Leo and Gen weren't as proactive or enthusiastic about training as Daigo. Especially regarding his training, Gen even swore several times, seemingly wanting to beat him to a pulp. This led Seven to make his training even more ruthless, wanting to see just how far Gen could go under such brutal training.

As it turns out, Feng Yuan still has great potential. To this day, he has become a generation of fighting king, and his cosmic fist technique makes many villains in the universe tremble with fear. Some heroes have even heard of him and feel that Leo is no weaker than the Lionheart Emperor of the past.

"Go for it, give Daigo a good beating, make him understand what special training is." Wuma Quan knew that last time it was Iida Jinglong who helped, giving Daigo a cheat code and allowing him to level up and understand quickly.

Without Ida Iryu's help, it's unknown how long it would have taken Daigo to achieve this.

I reckon it would take at least ten days to two weeks to master it.

Furthermore, Daigo is not a true Ultraman. Although he inherited Tiga's account and became Tiga, he couldn't even unleash some of Ultraman's power in his human form. It's likely that the time will have to be extended further.

"By the way, now that we've reached this point, how's the preparation for strengthening the jeep coming along, Wuma?" Seven remembered that he had previously asked Wuma Quan to strengthen the jeep.

"Oh, this one? It's been reinforced and is very sturdy. I've been commuting to and from get off work in Sato Miriko's car these days. I had the jeep modified and reinforced. Its sturdiness is unquestionable, and its speed has increased significantly. It's incredibly fast! I'm not worried at all about Daigo concentrating his strength on his legs to run. The jeep's speed is more than enough to catch up. This is also a good opportunity to train Daigo's reaction ability." Wuma Izumi chuckled wickedly.

Xiao Qi turned her head and blinked, then touched the camera under her skirt. Luckily, she hadn't broken it, or her butt would have been in trouble.

I don't know what's so interesting about recording this.

Gatanothor has a truly perverse sense of humor.

If it were her, she wouldn't care at all.

It's better to just eat and drink every day. No need to think about so much.

All you need to do is keep your backside safe from Gatanothor. There's no way around it; eating and sleeping under Gatanothor's thumb inevitably comes with some other minor risks and problems.

"Not bad, not bad, the jeep is all ready too." Seven nodded in satisfaction and said, "In that case, let's call Daigo now and have him get ready. It should be within the next week, ready to start a new round of special training at any time. Wuma, what do you think?"

“I think it makes sense.” Wu Maquan had already taken out his phone and dialed Da Gu’s number.

Within seconds, the call was connected on Daigo's end.

I don't know if Daigo is slacking off at work or what.

Overall, it's quite fast.

"What's the matter that you're calling about? I'm on patrol right now," Da Gu said.

"Seven asked me to let you know that the next special training session will probably be sometime this week, so you can be prepared and not be too busy when the training starts," Wumaquan said.

"Oh, I understand. Don't worry, as long as nothing unexpected happens, I'll definitely have some free time this week." Daigo seemed excited on the other end of the phone.

"OK." With that, Wumaquan hung up the phone.

Wu Maquan wasn't interested in why Seven didn't start his special training today or tomorrow.

Seven, on the other hand, was thinking that since Daigo had just woken up, he should rest for a while before giving him special training.

He's not some busy working stiff. He doesn't use slogans like "working hard is the way of the working class" to numb himself.

To be Ultraman, you have to be real. You can take a break whenever you want.

In the short time it took to finish the call, Wu Maquan noticed that the food on the table seemed to have dwindled.

He turned to look at Xiao Qi, whose cheeks were bulging and whose mouth was greasy. He squinted. How could this plant eat so much? Is it a pig?

Whenever he's not careful, he usually loses half the food.

Xiao Qi, did he use tentacles to add food? He's so fast!

Xiao Qi swallowed it whole, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she grinned and said, "Delicious."

"Get up." Upon hearing this, Wu Maquan didn't hesitate to deliver a chop to Xiao Qi's head.

Xiao Qi: "..."

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Ancient ruins.

Hilbargon was still being besieged by many Zorgahs. As the saying goes, every little bit counts, and Hilbargon's injuries were already quite severe, leaving him covered in wounds.

If Silvergon hadn't been unable to escape, he would have definitely escaped.

With a "thud," Hilbargon, who had fought a series of fierce battles, collapsed.

It's not that we can't fight anymore.

Instead, they gave up.

Do whatever you want, whether you want to die or get shaved.

Hilbargon no longer wanted to fight.

I feel like I've never been in so many fights in my entire life.

I've already fought every fight I've ever had in my life.

I will never fight again.

Silvergon disregarded life and death, abandoning the fight. The idea that one cannot survive without fighting was, in Silvergon's eyes at this moment, a matter of "whatever happens, happens."

I'm already tired.

Destroy it.

The imagined death waited a moment in Hilbargon but did not come.

Opening his eyes, he saw that many of the Zoga seemed to have quieted down, no longer attacking as fiercely as before, and only occasionally pushing.

What are these guys planning to do? Hilbargon's pupil-less eyes were puzzled. Capture them here, beat them up, and then do nothing?

play?

Hilbargon is the most playful.JPG

Meanwhile, many of the Zoga were exchanging ideas.

"Good, good, good, the advantage is on us. I knew we had so many people, we were sure to win. This is a battle we can't lose."

"Show your sword! We must show it fiercely!"

"We've beaten this guy so badly he's submitted. Good job."

"The next step is to train this guy to be well-mannered. Only then can he properly serve the boss."

"How should we teach them? To be honest, we don't really know how either."

“It’s alright, isn’t there the Holy Church here? Just summon a few believers, and that’ll make things easy. Let the believers teach this guy the so-called most basic things, and then offer him up as a sacrifice.”

"Don't forget, you'll have to use a little witchcraft."

"Let's get right to it and get to work!"

After a period of discussion among the Zoga, arrangements were made for the subsequent handling of Hilbargon.

Some of the ancients, Zoga, have already gone to find materials and built a sacrificial array.

The materials required for the sacrificial array to the supreme ruler of darkness are very ancient, unknown to modern civilization.

Even in the most ancient times, no one knew about it, and very few ancient civilizations knew about it either.

The appointed day for the offering is fast approaching.

It's almost here.

They were also curious about what the final offerings would be.

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The galaxy inhabited by the Lebik civilization.

With the release of the colossal shrinking beam, the entire Lebik Empire and its inhabited planet were shrunk.

Shrink to the size of a tiny ball.

It was enveloped in a faint black mist, forming a protective barrier resembling a black shell.

This is a result known to everyone in the empire.

It is God's decision in dealing with them.

The imperial high command was also aware that the Zoga army was preparing to offer them as sacrifices to curry favor with a higher being.

This left them feeling both happy and worried.

I feel lost about the future.

What should we do?

Can an empire still be an empire?

"Hehe, the mission is finally complete. Next, we need to go back and offer the sacrifice to the boss. Hehehe... The boss will definitely like this sacrifice."

"Hmm."

"Boss—my boss!"

Many Zoga fluttered their wings merrily, unintentionally creating a powerful hurricane that affected the surrounding environment.

They gathered in a pile, preparing to return to Earth.