Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Let's begin with Dark Rays: Gathering!

Samuel loathed this move that had interrupted his attacks several times, so he didn't give him enough time to build up his power. He immediately used his light shield for a brief defense and charged forward.

Both are instantaneous light beam techniques, so which one is better than the other?

Silver flames burned as his fist was aimed directly at Mephisto's eyes!

Mephisto dodged, and the weakened condensation beam, weakened by insufficient preparation, shattered the barrier, only causing a few insignificant sparks on Samuel.

"Left!" Jun Sakuma warned. Samuel took a step back, dodging the cold blade tip of the demon's claw, and spun around to return a whip kick.

The human host is now aware of the need to remind himself to fight?

Samuel rarely experienced having someone help him think about the battle situation.

It feels... not bad.

Jun Sakuma found that his words were having an effect, and his confidence swelled: "You just focus on attacking, I'll keep an eye on the direction of his attack!"

I am the truly excellent and reliable human being!

Could that crazy Mu even do that?!

The Explosive Blade detonated prematurely, and Samuel used the brief burst of intense light to confuse his vision before launching a direct punch.

Jun Sakuma shared his senses, so he could naturally hear the sound of the dark grenade compressing the air...

"above!"

With a light touch of his toes, he instantly changed the direction of his attack. The dark grenade grazed his body and missed, blasting the concrete ground upside down. The sand and gravel that formed the foundation were exposed, and the surface was already showing signs of melting.

Mephisto's figure, who had just leaped into the air, was right in front of him. He noticed that Samuel's reaction was suddenly faster than in previous battles.

That shouldn't be the case. Not long after his last battle with Galberos, he saw Galberos bite his opponent solidly. The saliva of the three-headed dog has a unique toxin, one of the functions of which is to delay the healing of wounds.

That madman never said Samuel's recovery was that fast!

Mephisto thought that he only needed to deal with two wounded patients when he brought the alien beasts out to hunt, but the wounded patients reacted even faster than before?!

Before he set off, he planned that if Nexus was about to collapse, he would absorb his light and take control of the power before that madman could.

Now he finds himself having to consider whether he can achieve his intended hunting objective after the retreat...

"Top left!"

The silver giant tilted its shoulder, and its attack, aimed at the spot where Galberos had bitten, missed. The light bullet flew into the dense forest outside and exploded into eerie green flames with a "boom".

"Right center!"

"Boom—" The exploding light blade collided and annihilated with the dark grenade. The wind pressure cut into his body, but it only made Samuel's fighting spirit even higher.

All the attacks that tried to get close were blocked one by one. This time, he did not take the attacks head-on and had already closed in on his opponent!

The demon's claw slashed towards his left arm. Samuel anticipated that he would target the spot where Garuberos had bitten through. He instantly used his light shield to block the attack, then charged directly into a range less than an arm's length from his opponent. He pushed off the ground, having already secretly channeled his energy, and delivered a knee strike that landed squarely on his opponent's stomach!

"Ouch!" As if afraid the knee strike wasn't powerful enough, it thoughtfully added a burst of light and flame, the sound of metal striking metal suddenly exploding in their ears.

Mephistopheles retreated repeatedly.

"middle!"

Mephisto didn't have time to study the tricky angle; the light bullet he casually fired was just a feint, trying to buy himself time to regroup.

Samuel charged straight at it, sparks flying as they hit his chest armor.

"Hahahaha—!" Jun Sakuma laughed excitedly, feeling as if he had returned to the police station.

At the time, he had a few clueless young men under his command. They lacked experience but were incredibly fit. The veteran could direct them exactly where he pointed, and at his command, the group of young men chased after the suspect with the speed of wild dogs running free.

Ah... Samuel shouldn't use such a metaphor; a good human being should be careful with their words.

Don't give him a chance to fight back! Smack him in the chin!

The area where the human jaw connects to the neck is relatively soft. If the suspect is still with his mouth open... this hook punch would be enough to leave a deep impression on him, causing his brain to throb and his skull to become paralyzed. It might even make him bite his tongue.

Although the Dark Giant's physical structure is incomparable, Jun Sakuma just wanted to shout it out!

"boom!"

Samuel completely ignored the rest of his sentence; why would he want to punch someone's metal jaw...?

Wouldn't it be more fun to deliver another heavy punch to the spot that was just kneed?

The black and red giant was sent flying, its massive body flying over the factory buildings and crashing into the factory wall, scattering bricks and cement debris all over the ground.

The maintenance worker was dragging his coworker away to escape, while a team member in a blue-black uniform stayed behind to protect them.

Judging from her figure, she should be a woman. Her voice was clear and her movements were swift. When Mephisto landed, she shouted "Get down!" and pulled the person who was not able to react to the ground.

Flying gravel bounced down beside his legs, and a sudden gust of wind blew past behind him. The maintenance worker, lying on the ground, turned his head and, looking past the cold light reflected from Shiori Hiraki's helmet, saw the black and red giant roll on the ground. The silver giant had somehow grabbed a sword, and the tip of the sword pierced through the cement ground of the factory area. The tooth-grinding scraping sound gave him goosebumps.

Then a burst of light appeared, and the solid cement was shaved into gravel by the tiny barbs flowing on the sword. The silver flames "whooshed" and chased after the black and red giant, which was half the height of the giant. If it got closer, he had no doubt that the thing could melt the metal support of the factory roof.

The flames formed a "wall" in their path, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day.

Shiori Hiraki woke up the stunned workers and told them to run away quickly.

Mephistopheles took to the air before the flames reached his legs, but Samuel was already waiting for him from a higher position.

"Smash him on the head!" Jun Sakuma clenched his fist and waved his hand.

Samuel focused his energy on his feet and opted for a flying kick.

At that height, are you supposed to just rush down and punch someone instead of kicking them?

Samuel didn't quite understand Sakuma Jun's sudden excited shouts of attack.

Although it was nighttime, the factory workers thought they were in daytime—or rather, under the blazing sun.

The silver eagle flapped its wings, dispelling the chill of the night. Those who were hastily fleeing felt the air above them seemed to warm up a few degrees, and their vision was no longer dim. If they looked down, they could see their own shadows as they ran.

The violently compressed air pushed the silver flames to both sides. The factory was empty, and Samuel did not stop.

"Boom—Buzz!"

The workers suspected that their factory had been bombarded by large-caliber rockets. The silver eagle crashed into the ground, and the light, so dazzling that it could leave a visual shadow with just one glance, burst forth. The energy reflected upwards expanded rapidly in a spherical shape, and the air, instantly heated, was visibly distorting the scenery passing through it.

The violent tremors nearly sent the fleeing people crashing to the ground again. Samuel looked down to find the Dark Giant who had deactivated his gigantic form, but all he saw was a pitch-black vortex, starkly out of place in a world filled with light.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Things That Have Not Yet Burned Out

Abandoned shrine.

In the solidified "otherworld," a man in black robes slams a figure who looks as if he has just been pulled out of the water onto the ground.

Goroki Makoto remained silent. He straightened his torn shirt, slowly sat up, and his exposed wrists were like shattered porcelain, with black particles escaping from the cracks.

"Considering that Alacunai's harvest was quite good, I won't impeach your recklessness to the 'Lord'," Muchini said coldly, looking at him. This Mephistopheles's chosen one always seemed indifferent to the "oracle," which fueled Muchini's anger. "But don't covet what you don't deserve!"

Gorokijin finally spared some attention to listen to what kind of "divine message" this obviously mentally unstable "ally" was going to convey.

Muchini, his eyes shrouded in red light, warned him again: "The light of Nexus is yours to do with, but Lord Samuel... that is my duty. Put your hand back, or I won't hesitate to cut it off right now!"

Even a childish threat left Koroki Makoto unmoved.

Muchini's words had a far greater impact on him than when Saijo Nagi called him a "monster".

Then he saw the mentally ill person in front of him laughing hysterically.

"Hahahaha—!" The man in black robes raised his arms and turned around, like a bird spreading its wings in the wind. The hem of his cloak billowed in a wave-like arc. He said in a hymn-like tone, "As expected of Lord Samuel! How could you be defeated by such a small difficulty!"

Goroki raised an eyebrow, realizing that his previous internal criticism was quite accurate—he had found an ally whose brain was terminally ill.

The somewhat thin blue light band solidified considerably after being infused with new material. Muchini excitedly looked up at the vortex that was constantly devouring it. He was so happy that even Goro Mujin suspected he would run out of breath.

"It seems you have been deeply misled... Please be patient a little longer! I will surely eliminate that villain and bring you back from the wrong path!"

"When you regain your senses, you will surely feel just as heartbroken as I do about what happened to Vitamori!"

"Lord, thank you for your mercy!"

……

The long night is not yet over.

The root of the problem lies hidden deep within, and it is precisely because of various tangled and unresolved issues that I am so worried that I cannot fall asleep.

After discovering that Bao Lücao had truly forgotten about the matter, he returned to the newspaper office with a heavy heart, pondering who had submitted the article.

The fact that Bao Lücao and the other two suddenly forgot about this matter could not be a coincidence. Could it be that a mysterious organization was behind it?

The anonymous contributor was probably someone like me who wanted to publish the truth, and, to protect the newspaper, specifically requested that the submission be placed in the "Fantasy Story" section. If a mysterious organization came knocking, I could simply pretend to be clueless and say, "This is just a story," thus clearing myself of any wrongdoing.

Genrai Jinzang could probably guess the anonymous contributor's plan: since someone was publishing all sorts of bizarre and outlandish news reports to offset the conflict, he would package the truth into a more exciting story and turn that garbage news down to the bottom.

When it comes to eye-catching reporting methods, he has never been afraid of anyone.

As for the other important issue, he inadvertently spotted a man in black at the entrance of the newspaper office.

He had seen the "agent" in the black suit in the hot spring town before; she was the younger girl following behind the stern-faced middle-aged woman.

If it were just a chance encounter, that would be fine. After finishing his accumulated work, he quietly went to the place where the "spy" had been before and found that she was still there!

"Being targeted?" Genra Jinzang hurriedly tidied up his desk and returned to the hot spring town. He kept checking his rearview mirror along the way, changing taxis three times. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when Baolu Cao's face reappeared in front of him the next morning.

"Didn't you say you were going to organize the accumulated submissions... why are you back again?" Baolu Cao was very puzzled by Genra Jinzang's brief absence and return.

“My newspaper office is no longer safe,” Genlai Shenzang said. “I’m not sure if I’m being too nervous, but there must be someone monitoring us.”