Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

It spun into the sky, drawing a crescent-shaped arc of light as it flew back, its target being Grantra's back. As it pried open the hard shell, it also sacrificed itself. The immense kinetic energy from the explosion forced Grantra to take two more steps forward.

Two steps.

Life and death are often separated by the slightest difference, let alone the two strides of a behemoth.

The seemingly invincible situation took a turn for the worse. Samuel clasped his hands together, and when he separated them, he was holding a lightsaber. Its blade slid into the gaps in the bone armor and pierced through the opening in his chest. At this moment, Grantra took two steps forward, as if he were sending the tip of the sword into his body on its own.

Its head is buried there.

This scorpion-like alien beast hides its head in the gaps of its shell. What people might mistake for its head is actually the tip of its tail coiled on top of its head.

The blade plunged deep inside, drawing out black blood. Samuel kicked his opponent in the stomach, using the momentum to pull out the blade, then flung it off the battlefield—in front of Mizoroki Shinya.

If he were truly hit, it wouldn't be a scene of a blade piercing his body; half the width of the blade would be enough to cleave him in two in his current human form. Mizoroki Makoto had no choice but to dodge to a more distant place, mobilizing the power he was not yet proficient in using.

"Crack."

Deep purple lightning appeared out of nowhere, with no intersection of positive and negative charges. It clung to the body of Gurantra like a dodder vine that grows vigorously without roots.

The monster's bleeding head began to turn, and Samuel could see its throbbing interior. Yes, even with its head split open, it was not dead.

"It seems I'll have to use light flow to pulverize his entire body," Samuel thought.

Meanwhile, Goroki Makoto was already impatient. He drew out the Dark Evolver, with Dark Mephisto's body on the left and right of Grantra, trapping the target within his attack range.

The situation was clearly unfavorable. There was insufficient energy, old wounds were tearing at the nerves, there was no warning from Jun Sakuma, and no cheering from the little girl named Karin.

so what?

Perhaps he met many people he could entrust his life to, and fought alongside them for a long time, but that doesn’t mean he forgot how to fight once he lost support.

For example, if someone wants to attack you from both sides, you can use your fists and feet to get close and disrupt the other's aim; if you can't fight with brute force, you can adopt more flexible combat methods!

He targeted Mephistopheles, and a hurricane suddenly swept through the solidified domain. Samuel strode forward, his fists compressing the air to form a semi-circular barrier. Mephistopheles, who was directly in the path, felt a tremendous force, and the dust kicked up by his footsteps was blown away.

I'll catch you and beat you up. You want to bet on whether that alien beast behind me, whose brain is like an insect and who's been cleaved in two, can accurately predict my movements and avoid getting caught in the crossfire when I use that damn fireball?

Chi Yu didn't want to be caught in the crossfire. While defending against the attacks, he moved his feet, trying to create distance or at least position the two of them on opposite sides so that Grantra's small eyes wouldn't be blinded.

But his opponent always stuck to him like glue. He tried to rely on his energy advantage to fight him head-on, but Samuel never took his punches and kicks head-on. Instead, he would go around to the outside and let Mephisto's body block him. Grantra's almost completed aim was instantly ruined.

The mutated scorpion-like monster rubbed its pincers and decided to charge forward. It wasn't its style to hold back fireballs and shoot at thin air. With its thick armor, a close-quarters battle was the only way to make the most of its excellent material, which made it sound like a resounding bell.

The muscle structure of arthropods is completely different from that of humans. Simply put, they are an aggregate of exoskeleton and striated muscle. For example, fleas can jump hundreds of times their own height.

Although scorpions aren't as agile as fleas, and neither are mutated scorpions, they do possess considerable brute strength. Just as Samuel dodged the demonic claws held by Mephistopheles, Grantra's body slammed into him, creating a series of small earthquakes.

Not dodging at a time like this would be a sign of being out of one's mind.

Let's run away together.

It wasn't that strange sound from before.

A slender needle pierced the deepest recesses of consciousness; it contained only four words, yet stirred up a storm in the mind. It was as if one second you were on a bloody battlefield, fighting with knives, and the next you were standing at the dormitory door, your best friend clutching a bag of digestive biscuits, telling you that the cafeteria cooks were up to no good again and you should run.

In a moment of distraction, Grantra proved the thickness of its outer shell. The silver giant was greeted with the same enthusiasm as if it were the bow of a million-ton warship. Its defensive light shield didn't even have time to deploy before it was knocked away.

Long grooves were carved into the hard rocky ground, from which wisps of blue smoke rose. At the end of the smoke was a giant who hadn't recovered for a while, still wondering if he had just hallucinated.

Mephisto didn't waste the opportunity this time. As Samuel propped himself up, he grabbed the man's neck with one hand. Grantra's fireballs dodged the dark giant and hit the enemy's leg.

"boom!"

Spiderweb-like cracks spread rampantly. Samuel recalled the feeling of the cup being suddenly snatched away and hitting the back of his head when he was leaning against Jun Sakuma's porcelain cup.

The ground wasn't as welcoming as the table warmed by the porcelain cup; the cracked stones stubbornly resisted, the reaction force slamming back against his forehead along his skull, the buzzing sound mingling with Mephistopheles' laughter.

A chilling energy seeped into my body, like a snake at dusk, its hissing tongue stirring up the cold air.

Samuel felt a little cold.

“He’s right, I will indeed be surprised.” Mephistopheles had previously thought that Nexus’s energy would be more useful, but now he found that Samuel’s energy seemed to be a good fit as well.

After taking Nexus's energy, he had to perform a reverse transformation. Samuel, on the other hand, skipped this process; he didn't have to expend any effort, and the energy obediently and willingly integrated into the new family.

It's like an ice cream maker handing over an extra piece of paper after stuffing the cone into the customer's hand, so that the customer doesn't end up eating one end while the other melts and spills into their hand, and one piece of paper does the work of two.

Comfortable.

Why would the "master" Muchini speaks of understand his behavior and instruct him to wait here?

Why was he able to enter the Dark Realm without any hindrance before? He was clearly helpless against the Meta Realm, which didn't seem like he knew the technique and was more relying on instinct.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be... a dark giant, would you?" Mephisto moved closer, his silver light reflecting in Mo Yu's eyes.

"He betrayed 'him' and joined the opposing side, and now he's come knocking on his door?"

Chapter 90 is fine, right?

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Samuel replied, accompanied by a glow that gathered deep within the timer, a color more intense than ever before, a blend of deep-sea hues and crimson light.

Mephistopheles suddenly understood why Samuel's light had turned red after only a few rounds.

You probably don't know what it feels like to take a huge hit with your face. Your opponent is injured and can't move, and you're choking them. With just a little force, you can hear the cracking sound of bones and fascia twisting. It's like successfully ambushing the enemy's DPS. The tank and DPS are all swarming around and pinning the opponent to the ground. It looks like the next step is to rub their head against the floor, to see who can grind the other through first, the rock or the iron head.

In a 2v1 match, how can you lose when you're at full health and your opponent is at low health?

Little did he know that his opponent had been preparing a perfectly timed and brilliant move, sacrificing countless openings to achieve it, even using the back of his head to test the hardness of the rocks within the Dark Realm. The moment he was shoving his opponent while scrubbing the floor, his head was flying high into the air.

Grantra was a good ally; it caught Mephistopheles like a tanker truck with broken brakes, but it was also thrown off balance by the impact.

Mephistopheles gladly accepted its offer, pulled him around to a different angle, and Grantra became the one directly attacked.

Ignoring the alarming sound, Samuel continued to increase the energy injection. If it weren't for the opponent's good defense, and if what was being forcibly pushed out in front of him was just an ordinary rocky hill, this long-awaited timer beam could have pierced through from one end to the other, plowing the ground behind it into a completely new terrain.

However, the impact on Grantra was similar, making the latter suspect that he was a piece of cast iron that had accidentally entered magma, and was being melted at every moment.

"My current energy... why don't you try absorbing more?"

……

When Senju Rei found the location warned by the Evolution Trusters, she discovered that it seemed to be the Dark Territory she had seen before.

"Who has he targeted this time?" He subconsciously thought it was the group of uniformed men from last time who were in danger, so he rushed into the domain, with a flowing light protecting his skin.

...Then they saw something they didn't know, perhaps two large creatures, being pushed aside by the scorching stream of light.

Should we go out?

He saw a vortex suddenly emerge in the space, and the vortex swallowed them all.

The same thing happened with Dark Mephisto last time. It seemed that the other party was testing him and hadn't gone all out. He fought with Mephisto for a long time, but the other party remained lazy throughout.

Then suddenly he said, "It's time," and plunged into the whirlpool, not knowing what he was going to do.

This dark realm was very similar to the previous one, but after entering, Qian Shulian discovered the difference. She felt very uncomfortable here, and even breathing felt extremely difficult.

"It's gotten even more powerful?" he thought to himself, looking toward the source of the light stream.

If he could knock Dark Mephisto away, he must be even more powerful, right?

The silver giant stood in the darkness, radiating light wherever it went. Qian Shulian felt as if she were standing next to a blazing star, which was churning up intense flames, just like the sun exploding with a flare.

The master of the Dark Realm G was driven away. The "Sun" seemed to have been suddenly drained of its fuel, turning into a dim, translucent shadow that would shatter into powder with the slightest breeze.

"Hey! Are you alright?" Qian Shulian rushed over, and the Evolution Trustee seemed to be urging him on from within.

"What a hassle... Can it be pieced back together after being shattered like this?" As he ran, he watched as the afterimage disappeared like sand being blown away by the wind. The sound of the "sand" colliding was quite pleasant, and he thought of the wind chimes swaying under the eaves.

Running closer and across the sea of ​​"gravel," he finally breathed a sigh of relief—someone was standing there.

He was facing away from me, wearing a dark blue uniform. Judging from the lettering on the back, his surname was "Aiba".

Hearing the noise, the one named Aiba turned around. His silver-lit eyes looked somewhat puzzled, clearly indicating that he hadn't expected anyone to appear here.

As he drew closer, he suddenly seemed to realize something and asked, "Nexus?"

"It's Senju Rei." Now is not the time to ask her name; you look like a ghost, I really didn't ask.

Question?!

Chishu Rei's attention was drawn to the deep red blood seeping from the uniform. He lowered his gaze and saw blood seeping from the "ghost's" chest.

“TLT will find this place and send your human form back,” the “Ghost” said.

"Human form?" A question mark appeared on Chishu Rei's forehead.

“Come with me if you want, but be careful not to get caught.” “Ghost” said, and then streaked across the sky like a shooting star. Kazuki Komon, who was riding in the Chrome Chester, only felt that he caught something in his peripheral vision. He looked out of the cabin, but saw nothing.

Qian Shulian gazed in the direction the shooting star had gone: "Where are we going? Why should I go with you?"

The Chromium Chester deactivated its optical camouflage and appeared in the air not far away.

Qian Shulian only glanced at it before quickly running into the dense forest. That thing was clearly a TLT item, and he didn't want to be discovered "escaping home" and then be taken back by the organization.

……

The silver light slipped into the half-open window and transformed into a semi-transparent human figure that landed on the ground.

Aiba Yu thought there was nothing wrong and was about to return to his Hikaru form to rest properly when he suddenly heard a child crying loudly beside him.

He experienced varying degrees of visual and sensory impairment, and only upon hearing the sound did he realize that someone was sitting about two meters away from him.

Jun Sakuma.

He was holding the Medal of the Light Chaser in his hand, its core slowly flickering with a soft light.

The door was wide open, and the petite figure in the white dress darted out with a "whoosh," like an unidentified flying ball.