Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Samuel was aware of Muchini's problems; he simply thought that by guiding him slowly, he could eventually get him out of his nest.

But plans never keep up with changes.

The "evil god" has returned, and Vitamori, which had only enjoyed a period of peace, is once again plunged into bloodshed.

"Did I do something wrong?" Muchini finally moved his body and took a step forward. Of course, he was no longer the simple young man from Ocean Star. He had his own independent ideas and his own perspective on everything: "My people needed resources, so I wiped out the deep-sea races that fled the planet with me. There was no other way. Everyone wanted to live."

“You used the ‘Lightbringer’s Medal’.” Samuel’s voice was very calm, like the silent ocean before a storm.

Muchini still looked at him with reverence: "I did this to protect Vitamori."

"They saved us."

Muchini blinked and touched his right ear fin: "Ah...they blasphemed our gods, unwilling to abandon their pagan faith even while wandering together, that is of course wrong!"

“And what about the people here?” Samuel asked. “The people on this earth.”

This time, Muchini was no longer reserved. He laughed heartily, as if he had regained his youthful energy, and said with absolute certainty, "You said we should always look forward. I am working hard to resurrect Vitamori! I have traveled to many worlds with 'the Lord,' and I have specifically confirmed that the people here have a very high degree of soul affinity with Vitamori. I will definitely succeed..."

"boom--!"

An invisible wave of energy spread outwards in a cocoon-like pattern. As the two people faced each other, Muchini looked at the person of light whose body was already tense, and a sense of dread suddenly spread and grew wildly from the bottom of his heart.

Is he angry?

Why is he angry?

Is it because he wants to take the lives of Earthlings?

How did he react when Samuel suddenly became serious with him in the past? Muchini easily recalled the precious memories he had repeatedly pondered.

The man in black robes opened his arms to the light, his youthful spirit reappearing in his eyes, as if he were still on the beach in his hometown, standing by the tide, full of vigor and high spirits.

He smiled broadly: "I will be a hero in Vitamore!"

Sakuma Jun stared at this "hero" who had lost what he was protecting. Muchini lowered his hands, and then his smile cooled, leaving behind an ice-sculpted face: "Before that, I must first pull you back from the wrong path, Lord Samuel."

"Snapped."

He snapped his fingers, a sound that was extremely abrupt in the silent, dark space.

Beelzebub, who had been waiting for orders, regained the command to attack. His lava-like eyes instantly focused on the person of light. He exhaled a scorching stream of air, and with a flick of his wrist, his claws suddenly transformed into extendable vines—a power from Leviathan, which he used with perfect ease.

"Bottom left!" Jun Sakuma reminded him.

Samuel withdrew his gaze from Muchini and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The vines continued to meander and grow wildly in the air, while the silver shadow rushed over close to the bluish-gray vines. Flames filled the sky, wind and thunder surged, and the darkness that had solidified like stagnant water was torn apart by him!

The buds on the vines grew rapidly, branching out. The new shoots chased after the rapidly approaching figure, resembling a coiled, closing cage from afar. And in that cage, the opening had not yet been sealed...

The Man of Light gripped his sword with both hands and pressed it against the "demon's" neck, where the lack of a plate-like bony shell provided relatively weak protection. When it used its fireballs earlier, Samuel hadn't seen a tongue with sharp teeth like Gruglem's; in this respect, he must have inherited Galberos's power.

In other words, be careful—Beelzebub’s other two heads turn around. They are not as agile as Galuberos’s, but they are just as capable!

One head spews out flammable poisonous mist, while the other head delivers scorching fire.

A fierce wind swept through, and he was immediately enveloped in a fiery inferno, but he was still able to endure it. Samuel did not retreat. He channeled energy into his hand, and his lightsaber cleaved through the fierce wind, the tip of which pierced into its tough skin.

The fire was getting hotter and hotter, and Beelzebub's body was not visible at all because of the wall of flames, but Samuel knew that it must be suffering as well as Beelzebub, so it was just a matter of who could endure it longer!

Muchini saw that the fire completely obscured the figures of those fighting. Beelzebub did not stop releasing the poisonous mist, and the fireball expanded rapidly, to the point that he could feel the hot wind hitting his face.

He raised his hand, and a vortex of black mist appeared behind Beelzebub. Deep purple lightning coiled around its body, and with each flash, Beelzebub's scorched body recovered a little.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from within the fireball, sounding like a large steel rolling mill being hammered onto a red-hot billet.

The temperature of the outer flame became uncontrollable, eventually turning a ghostly blue.

"Boom!"

The blue flames scattered for a moment, then burst into flames again, and Beelzebub's roar could be faintly heard.

"Keep going! I'll keep an eye on things!"

塞缪

You couldn't spare more energy to warn Beelzebub's attack, but Jun Sakuma could. He was single-minded, focusing only on keeping the sword steady with one hand and punching the hilt repeatedly, prying the blade into the enemy's hard skin.

The rapidly regenerating body continued to squeeze the penetrating blade. Beelzebub could no longer restrain himself. The head in the middle opened its mouth, and a rapidly condensing fireball was born inside.

Jun Sakuma noticed the place that had suddenly become unusually bright through the flames. He should have alerted Samuel in time, but as the "demon" opened its mouth, another soft female voice came in, like a murmur from the depths of its own consciousness. No matter where it covered its ears and ran, it could not get rid of it.

"Chun..."

Like a feather gently brushing against the skin, or a fallen flower that happens to land on the tip of your nose when you look up in spring.

Jun Sakuma felt a lump in his throat. He had guessed what was going on. Sakura Sakuma was still calling his name. He suddenly swung his arm into the air, as if trying to cut through the calls that were still ringing in his ears.

"Samuel!"

The silver giant also waved his arm, but unlike the others, he held a lightsaber in his hand that could cut through iron like mud and was extremely hot and violent.

The sound of forging iron stopped, replaced by the sharp, grating sound of metal scraping against metal. The wall of flames obscured the view of both sides, and Beelzebub was also unable to react to Samuel's sudden change of tactics. His wide-open mouth was slashed diagonally by the light blade, and the deliberately unrestrained light energy surged into the fireball in his mouth that had not yet finished charging.

The voices calling for her husband stopped.

The simple movement left Jun Sakuma panting heavily.

Samuel retreated immediately after his attack, the explosion only affecting his calf. The "Demon" was thrown backward by the shock of the energy annihilation, and the molten ground, still warm, was met by something almost like magma on its falling back.

Samuel saw the lightning coiled around it, while Jun Sakuma...

He heard his wife say to him, "Chun is in a lot of pain."

He lowered his head, covered his face with his palms, and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Samuel asked him.

“Sakura is already dead. We cannot let the dead delay the living.” His voice was calm, as if he were stating the most ordinary truth, but his hands were clearly trembling.

Beelzebub had already rolled over and gotten to his feet. Thick lava dripped down the spikes on his back, and his claws easily sliced ​​through the molten ground, with white smoke swirling around him, making him look like the mist in a dream.

The "demon" strode forward, splitting mountains and crashing down with a thunderous roar. Its skin, still warm from the intense heat, hissed and produced new white smoke as it ran into the relatively cool air. With each step, it left a deep footprint on the softened ground.

Those were lizard-like footprints. Jun Sakuma lowered his hand and stared blankly at the molten monster that seemed to have forgotten everything and was rushing towards him.

White smoke drifted freely, and he remembered the hair of Sakuma Sakura in his dream that would fall apart at the slightest touch when she bent down to embrace him.

Chapter Sixty-One: Radiance, Shadow Follows

"What is this..."

After being attacked, his body visibly and rapidly recovered. The wounds Samuel had sustained while enduring the flames had healed, leaving only a faint white mark.

As the "demon" got closer, the "dream" around Jun Sakuma intensified.

Sakura Sakuma initially called his name softly, but as the battle became more intense, her voice grew sharper and sharper. In the end, like an unrelenting evil spirit, her screams mixed with the roar of a "demon." The ground, already unrecognizable, was swept away by the sound waves and shattered into even finer debris with a "crackling" sound.

The being of light weaves through the net woven from vines; the moment he cuts off one whip shadow, the next attack is already tearing through the air.

For some reason, Jun Sakuma didn't speak up to remind him again; all he could hear was Beelzebub's furious roar and the chaotic howling of the wind. Samuel forced himself to calm down, confirming that Jun Sakuma's physical condition was fine and that his energy was flowing smoothly throughout his body.

The vines were merely extensions of Beelzebub's claws; once one was cut, it would quickly regrow under the regeneration effect of the lightning. Constantly dodging and delaying would eventually lead to exhaustion, and Jun Sakuma's stamina wouldn't allow him to do so.

It's better to focus your efforts on the source of the attack. However, the Explosive Blade will have limited effect until it cuts through its skin.

Samuel suddenly changed course.

When observing the enemy, it is best to keep your distance, like an eagle stalking its prey, silently noting down every weakness and every habit that can be exploited.

Once the distance closes, the hunter begins its swoop—that's when life or death is decided!

The arc of light, which had been dodging from a distance, suddenly took a dramatic turn. Beelzebub's opponent, at the very front of the arc, had not made any move during the first half of the charge. It assumed that Samuel had finally lost patience and wanted to engage in close combat.

The vines of one hand retracted, transforming back into a combination of sharp claws. The stagnant water in the dark space boiled, and the air was so hot it was almost like standing on the vent of a hydrothermal vent on the seabed, yet the claw blades gleamed with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

The figure of light drew closer, its milky-white eyes silently fixed on it. Despite being engulfed in flames, the figure seemed like an ice cube suddenly thrown into boiling water. It turned around, and the light beneath its feet intensified.

“Samuel! It’s waiting for you to come over!” Jun Sakuma seemed to have finally struggled out of the “dream”. He was in the space of consciousness, and he was sweating profusely and panting heavily as he spoke.

The next second he was entangled by the persistent sound, the shrill voice like someone pressing a chisel against his eardrums.

The hammer head pounded hard against the end of the chisel.

"I miss you, come find me! Why don't you come find me—!" The tender words, the hoarse cry like a broken bellows, Beelzebub's two heads turned around, three pairs of eyes staring at the silver eagle swooping down and flapping its wings in the air.

Samuel heard Jun Sakuma's warning, but instead of backing down and avoiding the attack, he kicked at Beelzebub's outstretched claws.

A look of confusion finally appeared on Muchini's face. Lord Samuel should have already realized Beelzebub's regenerative abilities, so why use this head-on approach?

He seemed to have overestimated the Earthling who had bewitched him. It must be that Jun Sakuma lacked sufficient combat skills, which influenced Lord Samuel!

The silver eagle crashed into its outstretched talons, and a fierce wind swept through the thorns on Beelzebub's head and across Samuel's already mottled armor.

Jun Sakuma's vision was overwhelmed by the white light, and he heard the hard bones creaking and groaning as they tried to reduce the impact.

The kick, capable of resolving most battles and achieving considerable results, was neutralized by Beelzebub at the cost of breaking two of his claws.

Samuel spun around and kicked again, aiming for the right side of the head where the fire-breathing had been. He was prepared for this outcome and didn't expect to win with one blow. He just wanted to prevent the opponent from preparing for the next attack.

For example, right now—Beelzebub was forced back by a heavy kick, and before he could retract his other claw, Samuel seized the brief window of opportunity and aimed at the side of Beelzebub's head. No matter how hard the bone is, it is always more sensitive to pain than other parts of the body, and Beelzebub reflexively turned to the side.

Once the defensive posture is breached, it will be difficult to regroup.

The continuous muffled thuds echoed in the dark space like tireless machines, one after another. An alarm was flashing on the silver giant's chest, but he did not reduce his strength in the slightest, as if he had no regard for his energy state.