Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Beelzebub felt as if he were being repeatedly rammed by a derailed train with broken brakes that could only accelerate, or as if an entire swarm of aircraft was launching a suicide attack on him.

Lightning can heal its wounds, but it cannot reduce the kinetic energy of the impact. Armor can protect against the slashing of weapons, but it cannot stop the relentless barrage of heavy hammer blows.

Beelzebub retreated step by step, the molten rock enveloping its claws, which slowed its speed to some extent. The dissipating shockwaves covered the ground, like an invisible press, patiently grinding this extremely dense solid-liquid mixture.

Jun Sakuma held his breath. This time, he didn't interfere with the attack. The distracting voices disappeared as Beelzebub's disadvantage worsened. He focused on watching the enemy's reactions, sweat dripping down his chin and staining his clothes with a dark ring.

The "demon" tilted its head to the side, slightly opening its tightly clenched fangs, within which a ghostly blue light flickered.

The claw, which had just been fractured, was forcibly twisted back together. A flash of lightning, and Beelzebub gripped his joint, which had regained its flexibility. In the next second, without hesitation, he slashed at the leg that was heading straight for his right head!

At the same time, its central head turned back, spraying heat into the already heated air. If someone were here, they would probably suspect that the battlefield was not in the dark realm, but deep in the mantle, in a lava lava nest.

Samuel's attack abruptly stopped when its claws grabbed his leg.

Muchini's eyes lit up instantly, and he revealed a triumphant smile, his fists clenching involuntarily: Soon, very soon, that Earthling will be defeated! He only needs to wait for Lord Samuel to be forced back into his human form before he can go up and capture that Earthling.

Lord Samuel's light will surely not reject him; he can separate that Earthling from Lord Samuel, and in this way, the heroes of Vitamori will fight side by side once again!

"boom--!"

A thousand thunderclaps resounded simultaneously, and ten thousand feet of brilliant light burned away in an instant, dazzling and unrestrained.

The darkness seemed to be briefly reversed, and a vast light illuminated everything!

After the death of the last Vitamori, Muchini's heart had burned out, utterly withered. The arrival of "the Lord" made his heart beat again. They had experienced countless parallel universes together, but even after finding the soul material that resonated with Vitamori, he had never felt such exhilaration.

He believes he has rediscovered the passion he felt when he first defeated the "monster".

The man in black robes subconsciously stepped forward, facing the vast light and the hope he had long awaited.

The intense light stretched his shadow extremely long. Muchini kept murmuring "My Vitamori." The hot wind billowed the knots pressed against his chest, blowing open the fabric to reveal a small stone pendant woven from knotted rope and half a skeleton inside.

Yes, just as Samuel thought, it was a long-decayed body, with only the skeleton remaining.

The "Lord" wanted to reshape his body, and he lay beside the unfinished tomb, with rows of tombstones stretching into the distance above him. The furthest ones were carefully carved with inscriptions, but the closer they got, the more perfunctory they became, until finally only a stone with characters barely visible remained.

Because fewer and fewer people are carving inscriptions, and the living are becoming increasingly weak.

He refused the "Lord's" gift, his sapphire blue eyes somewhat unfocused, but burning with an unyielding fire: "When Vitamori returns, 'I' will return."

Now, everything is coming back!

Muchini raised his arms high as if embracing the stars, his clothes slipped down, revealing one hand intact, and the other, like his arm, reduced to bone.

The strands of hair, almost blending into the light, were connected.

The "divine child" of the Ocean Star.

Half of his body was bathed in light, while the other half was closely followed by shadow.

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Day a God Falls

“Come on, Lord Samuel! I…”

Muchini's words were suddenly cut off, his steps came to an abrupt halt, and the wind howled in his ears, but it did nothing to stir his emotions.

His smile froze on his face, the radiance dimmed, as if sensing the cooling of hope, a devil with long, thin nails reached out to his neck.

Samuel knew his attacks wouldn't break through Beelzebub's defenses, so he landed a series of heavy kicks on the side of Beelzebub's head and grappling hook, just to force Beelzebub to use the fireball again.

Its mouth wouldn't be lined with hard, bony armor.

Just as the high-temperature fireball was about to be released after being rapidly compressed, Samuel threw out four explosive light blades that pierced into it.

His remaining energy was depleted in an instant. He only had time to cross his arms to shield himself, like a bird caught in a hurricane, as the violent shockwave propelled him hundreds of meters, rolling and crashing through several low hills, leaving a trail of broken ravines along the way.

He was panting heavily and couldn't get up for a long time. The semi-molten rock under him served as a cushion, but it was so hot that his back was sizzling and smoking.

Muchini stared expressionlessly at Beelzebub, his eyes reddening at the stark contrast between his expectations and reality. He didn't say a word, but simply turned his head slightly and raised one hand.

"Crack!"

The vortex of gathering dark clouds expanded rapidly, and bolts of lightning cleaved through the blazing wind. Samuel's ears were filled with a rumbling sound, and his heart tightened. He struggled a few times before finally managing to stand up from his knees on the soft lava.

Beelzebub had three-quarters of his head blown off by his own energy and Samuel's light blade. His massive body stood there like a sculpture, his claws still extended in mid-air, still in a grabbing posture. The vines extending from his other hand had drooped down, most of them swept away by the explosion and turned to ash. Occasionally, tiny sparks of lightning would appear from the broken ends, slowly repairing itself.

It looked much quieter than before, with its gums exposed and its lower fangs no longer able to bite down.

In the boundless darkness, the battlefield began to cool. Beelzebub, with only half a broken eye remaining on his head, stared bloodily at Samuel.

One eyeball rolled, and the "sculpture" suddenly moved.

Its head is drooping on both sides, with bones exposed. Only a quarter of the head remains in the middle, but the "demon's" body is still moving!

Beelzebub stepped into the still-warm ground, and as he lifted his lizard-like claws, wisps of golden-red molten lava flowed out—the still-hot lava beneath the stone shell.

A quarter of its head is recovering, and as it walks, its right eye is fully restored.

Samuel took a step and then fell to his knees again. Jun Sakuma tried to support his body to stand up, but found that he could not move at all.

"Jun, come see me..." Sakura Sakuma's voice was as thin as a spider's web in the wind, as if it was about to break.

Jun Sakuma found it all absurd; his wife, even in death, was not freed, her soul devoured by this "demon." Now, he didn't know whether it was she or the "demon" that had defeated him. What should he do about the nearest city?

Will we be overwhelmed by alien beasts like when Alacun ravaged the land?

Huali, his Huali, what should she do?

"Chun, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Samuel?" Jun Sakuma looked up abruptly, and the space around him, which was usually bathed in soft white light, was brighter than ever before!

“While I destroy this alien beast, I will shatter the dark space. Muchini’s body is connected to it, so you have a chance to escape.” Samuel spoke as if it were something unrelated to him. Outside, the giant kneeling on the ground was engulfed in silver flames, which, unlike usual, were mixed with specks of golden light.

His somewhat blurry vision suddenly became clear, even more so than ever before! Jun Sakuma found his body much lighter, and the fatigue that had been like being filled with lead was swept away.

Sakuma Jun was bewildered by his sudden improvement, but Muchini ran two steps forward and stopped at the edge of the cliff, his hands trembling as he dug into his hair.

Just like the explosion earlier, the light was immense, illuminating the world once again.

Unlike the explosion just now, the light gradually grew stronger, remaining steadfast.

"You can't do this! You can't do this!" Muchini's voice echoed in the incessantly raging wind: "Are you going to abandon me again?!"

Golden shards of light surged into the flames, and the brilliance suddenly shone even brighter, like a child in a story who was about to freeze to death in the cold wind striking all the matches.

Muchini knew that after the brief warmth, the wind would blow and nothing would be left.

……

It was a day of victory for the Vitamori, but also a day of defeat.

Unwilling to be banished, the "evil god" summoned higher powers to shatter the star's core.

As Vitamori was about to face the apocalypse of destruction, Muchini stood helplessly in the white expanse.

One second he was overjoyed at defeating the "evil god," the next he was plunged into an icy abyss. Then, he heard the voice of the one he revered, the one of light.

"You haven't forgotten what I said before, have you?"

"No," the young man replied blankly.

“Good, make sure you use your power where it is truly needed,” the Man of Light said calmly, as if sitting on the windowsill of a seaside cottage, basking in the sun while giving instructions to the boy who was training and sweating profusely, just as always: “Keep your heart toward the light, darkness…”

"The darkness can't catch you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light enveloped him. When his vision returned, he could only see silver flames burning across half the sky and golden light flakes dancing in the air.

Dahti rushed over and asked him why he was here all alone, since Samuel was still upstairs.

He looked in the direction Daheti pointed, and there was a man of light suspended in mid-air, his silver flames sweeping over the "evil god's" claws with unstoppable force.

Those high-level monsters summoned by the "evil god" were something they would have had some trouble dealing with individually, but now, they were being burned to ashes as soon as they touched the silver flames.

Daheti was unaware of what was happening, only feeling that the battle was going well and that the "Evil God" would be defeated by Samuel once again. Her greater concern was whether they could escape from Vitamori, whose core had been destroyed.

She tried to pull the still-dazed Muchini to the spaceship, but she couldn't budge him no matter what she did.

When Daheti angrily looked up at him, she found Muchini silently weeping while gazing at the sky.

"W-What's wrong?" Daheti asked.

She should have kept quiet. Once she spoke, Muchini could no longer contain himself. He broke free from Daheti's hand and, completely lacking the demeanor expected of a "divine child," ran forward as if in a frenzy.

He ignored everything people said or did, as if he didn't see, hear, or think about anything.

All he knew was that he was running and shouting hoarsely, desperately trying to get back to that sky and to the side of the silver giant.

Dahti hugged him, while Aunt Molly stood in front of him.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanoes were everywhere. He gripped the Medal of the Light Chaser tightly, struggling to lift his head amidst the pull of two arms. He blinked to wipe away the tears, but his vision cleared only briefly before becoming blurry again.

Their clothes clung to their bodies, soaked and sticky with sweat. The sudden, powerful earthquake made it difficult for the three to stand, and they tumbled and rolled in mud and sand.

Daheti hugged him and started crying too.

Muchini stopped struggling, realizing he was powerless to do anything about it.

All one can do is mechanically imprint the image of the person of light into one's pupils, stuff it into one's brain, etch it into one's soul, and then replay it in countless nightmares to come.

Not a single second can be missed, not a single moment can be forgotten.

He stared blankly at the scorching sky, while Daheti held him as if he were a clay or wooden sculpture.

The clay and wooden sculptures reach out to Samuel.

Like a fish in the sea trying to touch a bird in the clouds.