Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The monster behind him had a sturdy body and wings that looked thin but were indestructible. He watched as the thin thing sliced ​​through the steel frame without breaking a sweat. The mixer was sheared off its base and crashed into the safety railing next to it.

The noise attracted other workers, and several flashlight beams rushed towards him.

Yuanchuan felt incredibly lucky to have run this far, and when he noticed his coworkers rushing in this direction, his mind became even clearer:

"Don't come any closer!" he shouted. "The fuel is being added too quickly, the material is going to explode!"

Shouting "Barnib is coming!" will only confuse people; it's better to shout what everyone is most afraid of.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the flashlights all turned around. Some ran towards the fire hydrant, while others frantically searched for their walkie-talkies, calling the duty room to check the pressure data and decide whether to call the fire department or bring their own fire extinguishers.

The gate was just a stone's throw away. Yuanchuan only needed to press the switch to run out, and then whether he lived or died would depend entirely on luck.

The fleeing man, panting heavily, reached out and pressed the switch.

"Whoosh—bang!" The bearings rolled, and the safety door, which was actually used for explosion protection, descended. Yuanchuan turned around and saw the Banib monster running around aimlessly like a headless fly.

“Maybe you can break out, but I think… it’s better to keep the door closed.” Yuanchuan said this as if he were the person who had locked himself inside, a completely different person.

He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he had a feeling that someone had saved him in the same way, without regard for their own safety.

The Blue Giant?

He shook his head to dismiss the strange image and stared intently at the fly monster.

The fly monster broke the condenser pipe, and white mist instantly enveloped its form.

It seemed startled by the white mist that posed no threat to it, flapping its wings and retreating suddenly. However, it used too much force and smashed a hole in the ceiling with a "thud," sending rubble flying all over the floor, and the entire factory shook.

"Not quite able to... control its own monster?" Yuanchuan's panic lessened somewhat, and he saw hope in the fly monster's performance.

The casual remark he made earlier inspired him.

“Materials, materials…” He ran toward the material tank.

If we're talking about which valve is the most critical, and which workers are most afraid of having problems with, then without a doubt it's the material tank.

It's not uncommon for people to fall in, but what's even more terrifying is when someone is careless and doesn't clean up properly, especially during hot work involving flammable and explosive materials. Leaving something small inside, combined with high temperature and pressure—it's best to pray that no one is around, otherwise even a small part like the top of the tank bursting out could cut a person in half.

In order to complete the order as soon as possible, the factory has been operating day and night since the repair was completed. Every foreman is so anxious about the workers' operations that they are like obsessive-compulsive disorder. Now... Yuanchuan is going to do something that will trigger the obsessive-compulsive disorder.

First, turn the tightened valve slightly to a small angle to ensure that the tank or valve can be opened.

Secondly, the material injection volume is directly pushed to the maximum value.

The reaction rate inside the tank increased dramatically. The fly monster had just broken the condenser tube, and the heat could not be dissipated quickly. The temperature inside the tank soared, making the people in the duty room jump in alarm.

The pressure quickly reached the threshold, and the alarm did its job well, the red light staining the surviving sheet metal as if it were covered in blood.

The fly monster was attracted, and the next second, it smashed the alarm light.

The only thing that could make "noise" next was the material tank that started to tremble.

Yuanchuan covered his head and scurried into a corner. He had never experienced how terrifying it was when the material tank exploded, but he knew that if he got too close, he would definitely be torn in two by the flying metal.

He didn't want to be broken in two at all, in the black and white photograph.

Safety education booklet.

Yuanchuan twisted and turned, crawling and climbing, until he finally squeezed himself behind the corner computer case.

The walls are sturdy, and there are supports if they collapse; there are ventilation openings overhead, so if there's an explosion, the smoke will rise and give me a chance to hold on a little longer; there are chassis in front of me, hopefully they'll stop the flying debris from cutting me in half.

The fly monster liked to attack noisy equipment. It could be said that the sturdiest structure in the entire factory was dented by it, and the valves creaked under the strain.

Then, it finally realized that it had sharp wings.

It spun its body toward something that was more than a person tall.

“Chi—boom!”

Yuanchuan practically pressed himself to the ground. He smelled the charred flesh and the familiar odor of reacting materials. The hot air made his back burn, and even with his fingers stuffed in, he felt a stinging pain as if his eardrums were about to be ruptured.

When the night raid team arrived, they found a factory that looked as if it had been pre-washed by bunker buster bombs.

The head of some unknown monster was flattened, half of its body was hanging from the beam, and what looked like its legs were draped in a pile of collapsed jars. Its internal organs and other parts were a mess, some mushy and some broken, mixed with the raw materials scattered all over the ground.

They turned on the thermal infrared and discovered another survivor in the corner.

The group quickly gathered around and found a worker huddled there, staring blankly at something not far from the ground.

Those were the severed limbs of an alien beast, with something glittering at the tip.

The worker climbed over and reached out as if to pick it up, but was stopped by Shiori Hiraki: "Danger!"

"That's Yan Erlang's watch!"

Something the size of an adult's wrist can now only fit on the fingertips of a monster.

Does the Banib monster collect people's belongings? Yuanchuan couldn't break free from the Night Raid Team's obstruction. He and Cangyingfu were observing the half-limb hanging from the roof beam. The area illuminated by their headlamps looked like it was covered with frost, so he turned his head to look as well.

The monster's head was lowered, and a sign was stuck around its neck.

It's just like when you're thin and you put on a ring, but later you gain weight and the ring gets stuck inside, requiring a lot of effort to remove.

That was Yan Erlang's chain badge.

……

TLT Third Base. Yuanchuan was questioned again, during which he spoke incoherently, sometimes talking about what happened tonight, sometimes about a person covered in golden threads and emitting heat, and often mentioning the blue and silver giants in a tone of reverence and gratitude.

He was much more honest this time than before, perhaps because his memory was recovering from the shock and his mind was a bit muddled. When he wasn't thinking too much, he spoke more frankly.

Eiji Wakura and Saya Shuto stood outside the isolation room.

"He closed the gate to protect his colleagues who wanted to 'put out the fire,' and used the explosion of the material tank to eliminate the small alien beasts," said Eiji Wakura. "Aside from the appearance of Ultra Warriors and compatible individuals, this is the first time the Night Raid Team has been 'unemployed.'"

After listening to Toukawa's somewhat chaotic conversation for a while, Shudo Saya asked the Night Raid Team captain beside her, "What are you trying to say?"

“I want to say that I see another possibility: if we include this, he will have his memory erased for the third time, and his brain is very likely to be damaged.”

Shuto Saya finally turned to look at him.

Kazukura Eifu whispered, "Eliminating memories is meant to stop fear, but look at him..."

Inside the isolation room, the worker recounted his experience in a very disorganized manner. He recognized that the fly monster might be Yan Erlang. He felt regret, annoyance, and even sadness—but not fear.

"Aren't you afraid?" the interviewer asked to assess his mental state.

"Ah... someone saved me, and I can run away on my own, so why should I be afraid?"

Chapter 134 The Beginning of the Legend

Baolucao's Haunted House for the Elderly.

The story of Barnib and the giant is still being serialized in the newspapers, but people's choices are no longer limited to it.

It can be said that with the rampage of small alien beasts, the "story" it depicts has become something that is semi-publicly "real," and more people are willing to go online to find some so-called "live coverage" videos, the kind that will be gone in a while if you don't quickly cache them.

Genrai Jinzang shifted his focus to competing for dominance with works praising Panibu.

Jun Himeya finally couldn't stand TLT's finished product and decided to go find small alien beasts himself to take better photos.

Jun Sakuma was worried about his decision, but Rei Senju was very enthusiastic about it. So the former host and the current host agreed on a location and set off as a group.

The three of them, including Horokusa, received another job and were currently setting up a scene in the attic. Karin went to watch the fun, while Sakuma Jun and Negoro Jinzo were left in the hall, struggling with the information stream scrolling across the screen.

“There have been a total of 16 small-scale alien beast attacks in this city so far,” Jun Sakuma marked all the locations on the map, then shook the map and moved it away: “These locations are so… orderly.”

It is clear that the location of the attack has three concentric circles, which may symbolize the extent to which the alien beasts are constantly advancing into the inner city.

Both the outermost and middle concentric circles can be formed by connecting five locations in a circle. The six points closest to the city center are the three on the left and three on the right, arranged into two symmetrical triangles.

"Two concentric circles?" Jun Sakuma tried connecting them with a pencil.

Some people have a similar hobby: when they commit a crime, they mark it with some kind of symbol or design to make their behavior seem more authentic.

Three-way pop art.

He connected the outer circle and was about to start drawing the second one when a sudden sound interrupted his work.

"It's a pentagram."

“Samuel?” Jun Sakuma noticed that Hikaru was sitting cross-legged on his shoulder, pointing to the five marks in the middle circle.

“These five points are the intersections between the lines of the inverted pentagram. You connect the five points on the outside in pairs.”

As Jun Sakuma instructed, he drew the picture and indeed saw an inverted pentagram surrounded by a circle, with six dots in the center...

“Goat horns,” Jun Sakuma himself stated their symbolism: “How boring, is he demonstrating?”

"No, he just likes to do it."

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……

"How boring. He hides himself away from everyone and then goes and causes all sorts of weird and supernatural things. He's so idle."

The speaker undoubtedly had human features, but his cheeks were covered with scales that opened and closed as he spoke.

"Hmm, a bit of a lisp." "Gen" covered his mouth, feeling hard lumps growing inside his mouth, his tongue becoming somewhat pointed. He looked at his protruding tongue with distress—it looked somewhat comical, but the purple coating on his tongue made it look eerie.

"Xun," his partner, stood silently behind him.