Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Suddenly, a gleaming giant appeared in the gloomy world. He seemed to have shattered some barrier with a single kick. The figures that seemed to be chanting scriptures were still crowding in, but they could no longer advance an inch.

The radiance formed an invisible barrier, from which emerged a variety of equally blurry figures.

"I've heard you complaining for ages! Lord Samuel hasn't said anything, but I've decided to beat you up first!" The black-haired, blue-eyed young man leaped out like a deer and punched the white-haired, bony man to the ground: "'God Child' my foot! The 'Lord' you believe in is the true form of an 'Evil God,' you big idiot!"

The "Zhen" goddess also appeared. When she saw the lightning-shaped fleshy ball, she revealed an expression completely at odds with her face, as if she had been struck by lightning: "Ah... Is this really me, so ugly?" Her follower reached into his pocket, pulled out a delicate little mirror, and held it out in front of her: "This is you, and that... I'll take it apart."

"Gen" burst out of the radiance like a whirlwind, grabbed the guy opposite him who looked exactly like him, and slammed him to the ground. After the dull thud of his head hitting the ground, he sat on the guy and started slapping him from both sides: "You have some nerve to mess with my son! Do you know who his father is? Come here, let your father tell you what it means to 'ring the chimes, cymbals, and gongs all at once'!"

The one pinned to the ground, "Gen," cursed, "I'm your father!" The one sitting on top of him, "Gen," suddenly became emboldened and retorted, "You little bastard, dare to talk back!"

Red, gauze-like shards of light emerged from the void. The phantom of the four-winged bird silently pecked at its scales, then bared its teeth threateningly at its other self.

The shadow of a white coat appeared overhead. He looked around in confusion, and after confirming who was sitting on him, he shifted his body and leaned closer to the other person's eyes. Brown eyes met golden eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

He pounded the monster's head repeatedly with practiced ease: "I didn't pull you out so you'd crawl back in... Hey!"

The enormous head suddenly turned in a different direction, causing Estend above him to gasp in surprise. Then he found himself enveloped in a soft, shimmering light.

Outside the barrier, chaos erupts as people who look alike or identical beat up another version of themselves.

Inside the barrier, the giant cradled the "monster," gently soothing its rapidly opening and closing scales: "Alright, alright, alright. If you can still move, let's go out and beat someone up! But don't hit me anymore, hitting me is like hitting yourself—you son of a bitch!"

The monster's head changed angle again, and Eistand emerged from the blinding light to find a familiar, shimmering silver arm lying below, being held in the monster's mouth.

The giant, utterly lacking in decorum, slapped his hand down on the lizard-like cheek: "You're like a dog, biting yourself so enthusiastically! Ouch, stop, stop, my old arms and legs..."

Chapter 175 The Glorious Descent of All Beings

Eiji Kazukura thought he would be taking off alone in his fighter jet, but just as he boarded the Chromite Chester that had finally been rescued, the team's signal reappeared on the Berreger.

Hiraki Shiori, Saijo Nagi.

Like Jun Sakuma and Kazuki Komon, their

The mode of transportation was a taxi. The driver glanced suspiciously at the Night Raid team's uniforms, wondering which military unit they belonged to, or if they were cosplaying or staging a play. They did have a certain air of heroism, but couldn't the taller one's eyes be a little less fierce...?

When the captain of Night Raid Team A heard the familiar voice on the comms, he looked out through the half-usable hangar door at the woods beyond the reservoir. The signal was coming from there. He could imagine his team members throwing secrecy rules to the wind, getting out of the taxi together, and heading towards the Third Base, which wasn't marked on the regular map, their combat boots crunching under the piles of leaves.

"Ah... have all the men disappeared, except for me?" Kazukura Eifu suddenly felt an even heavier pressure.

Mitsuhiko Ishibori betrayed them; it turns out the most terrifying enemy had always been right beside them, silently watching everything!

Komon Kazuki has disappeared. The last piece of information was that he jumped into the River of Oblivion with a gun in his hand! My God, is that a place where people can live?

Eifu Kazukura had prepared himself for the news of his death, especially when Nagi Saijo and Shiori Hiraki also went missing. Fortunately, the two of them finally returned, and he rallied his spirits and rekindled his fighting will!

When Nexus and "Samuel" found the phase where Dark Lucifer was located and opened the barrier to the End of the World, alarms for Alien Beasts sounded in TLT branches around the world.

This is the master of the End Land. Even a slight leak of his aura is enough to make the dormant alien beasts start to move. But everything is different from what Dark Lucifer had envisioned.

Under the long-term interference of public opinion, people were already mentally prepared for the existence of alien beasts. When the situation could no longer be concealed and completely broke out, some optimists even had the brain to think, "When will our Superman, Batman, big-breasted sweetheart, poor and destitute neighbor Spider-Man come out?"

Seeing fighter jets from special forces in various places doesn't make one suspect they're UFOs. The bolder ones even take a selfie with their phones, their little V-signs posing with the Chromium Chester that only appeared in the rumors behind them. Their faces are all smiles, as if they've just shaken hands with the European Emperor and are about to take advantage of their good luck to escape non-European status and enter Europe.

In the days when small alien beasts roamed freely, the elite squad approach of the Night Raid Team was no longer suitable for the reality of the rampant alien beast infestation. Each branch was discussing countermeasures, and the internal organization underwent a turbulent and undercurrent-filled reorganization.

TLT's branches in various countries and the high-ranking officials of their respective governments have basically signed the new provisional regulations. As a result, in this sudden wave of alien beast activities, the alien beasts failed to gain enough spoils to feed the masters of the End Land. Instead, they encountered human armies that had been stationed near the city for a long time shortly after they began their operation.

With massive amounts of data to support them, no one would be foolish enough to expect small arms to deal with them, so all combat plans are based on large caliber weapons. Outside the city, direct location coordinates are used to call for fire coverage, and the amount of firepower depends on local financial resources and the obsession with caliber; inside the city, infantry are deployed with mortars, and local TLT special forces are ordered to evacuate personnel first, followed by fire coverage.

No one asks why the giants in the story didn't come. Did they stop fighting the alien beasts? As we all know, when it comes to the question of "survival," whether it's the visitors or the giants, ultimately, it is humanity itself that has to rely on.

The heroes carrying the "happy cone" on their shoulders wholeheartedly agreed, saying that they would never call for help if they could blow it up themselves, and if they couldn't beat it on their own, they would switch to a larger caliber one.

When information about the alien beasts could no longer be kept secret, TLT opened the door to a new world: if an underground organization can't solve a problem, then by bringing together all the powerful figures you can rely on, there's always a solution.

Is it any more satisfying to openly and honestly confront the finance department and bang on their table than to list funds under various pretexts? Is it any more satisfying to secretly start production of equipment like the Chromium Chester and DeWitt, wasting a lot of manpower and resources on secrecy, than to boldly declare, "Brothers, we're building stuff to fight aliens," "All alien technology," "Let's brag about it for a year," and "The finance department is giving us extra subsidies"?

On the main battlefield, in terms of individual weaponry, conventional troops are naturally no match for elite squads like the Night Raid Team. However, in terms of sheer numbers and sheer force, conventional troops can unleash a barrage of artillery fire for tens of minutes without batting an eye. The heavily armored alien beasts are dealt with by the Night Raid Team, while the thin-skinned ordinary alien beasts... are a perfect way to deplete ammunition reserves, a win-win situation for everyone.

The demon lowered its head to look down at humanity, and humanity erected missile launchers.

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Alien beasts awaken from the unknown. They step into the human world, trying to absorb the fear and resentment from living beings, but even more so, they roar with unyielding spirit!

There were no ancient horns or drawn-out tones, but the triumphant sound etched into the national identity resonated in everyone's hearts. That sound traveled from Greenland to Tierra del Fuego, from the Siberian permafrost to the westernmost Sahara Desert, inspiring everyone, whether facing storms on the front lines or coordinating resources in the rear.

Students, workers, white-collar workers, freelancers... They may have different jobs, different circumstances, different ideas, and different futures, but in the face of the alien beasts, they all have only one identity now—that is, "human"!

When TLT blocked information, it amplified the power of fear countless times, forgetting that the power of courage can also be amplified countless times. Faced with a common enemy, even the slightest noise is utterly insignificant in the ocean's waves.

As the cannon fire, like a meteor streaking backward, ascended into the sky with its trail of flame, the end came.

The prison constructed of black flames in this land has finally come to an end.

Dark Lucifer looked around in surprise, and golden sunlight shone through every corner of the iron-gray world.

But he didn't remember there was another Giant of Light, and besides Noah, who else could accurately find the phase of the End of the Land and break through at this time, the Night Raid team whose fighting strength was less than half?

The air crackled with the thunderous roar of engines; the Night Raid Team had indeed arrived! Only two Chromium Chesters were available. Hideaki Kuraki piloted the Delta, capable of traversing phase independently, and infiltrated under the CIC's operational guidance. Nagi Saijo and Shiori Hiraki piloted the Beta to deal with the external alien attacks.

But it wasn't just the night raid team that arrived. Fighter jets sped across the sky, sunlight followed closely by azure tail flames that tore the heavens and earth apart, and faint shouts could be heard as the light from the outside world shone in and flowed wildly!

That was the sun shining behind the dark clouds, passionate and vibrant; that was the throne of the gods on the summit of Mount Olympus, unapproachable and radiant; that was... the shadow of thousands of "ants" that Dark Lucifer regarded, their roar like a tidal wave, their raised hands like an unyielding forest!

The "ants" are not worth a laugh, not worth a second glance; they don't even have a unified language, yet they use their own writing systems to shout the same message—

Victory, victory, victory!

Like a resounding bell, from the distant beginning of time to the present day when all things are covered in frost, the cries of every life seeking a way out converge here!

"There are...so many people here?" Jun Sakuma thought that once he left the illusion created by that book, he would be back to the iron-gray sky and sea, but he saw countless shadows in his eyes! Countless times more than in that illusion!

Silver flames pushed aside black flames, as easily as blowing a breath to extinguish a flickering candle. The volcanic island sank into the sea amidst a deafening earthquake, dust and sand swirling underwater like a hurricane. The Medal of the Light Chaser floated out from the giant's timer, hovering above the head of the now-clear-headed "monster."

Amidst cheers that resounded in every corner, the once dull gray stone shone like the bright moon. Now it revealed its true colors: an almost transparent outer shell tinged with golden light, and a perfectly clear core! It turned out that its core was not the hazy, opaline quality of an opal, but rather the clarity of a diamond!

The light from the outside world, the brilliance of the medals, the iron-gray tides being washed by this light, and the white light shining through the bottom of the dark clouds.

Jun Sakuma saw more shadows being projected from the radiance.

Among the men and women in training uniforms, the muscular man with his arms crossed at the front represents the rest of the base and their bad-tempered instructor.

"You're taller than me again!" In the bright light, "Gen" finally took in the "monster's" full appearance. He showed no disgust, only saying, "It's been so many years. What did you eat to grow up like this?"

A girl in a coarse cloth robe beckoned to him, the bells at her waist jingling melodiously. A tall figure stood beside her, holding a short flute, his gaze distant.

The aliens, dressed in strange clothes and with long ears resembling sea fish fins, are people of Vitamori.

The black-haired, blue-eyed youth raised his arm, and the eyes of the excited crowd seemed to ignite with flames; even the tides of the Silver Sand Sea could not drown out their cheers. That was the grand celebration from the first time they repelled the "evil god's" counterattack, a moment that became eternal.

People dressed in Earth-themed clothing, young people in blue rescue team uniforms, stood together.

The girl with round eyes and her slightly dark-skinned companion whispered to each other: "Hey, isn't that Yu? My intuition tells me it's him, but my eyes tell me I might be blind."

The middle-aged man with hawk-like eyes glanced at them and nodded to Xiang Yeyou.

……

There are many, many more people—Sun, Samuel, Aiba Yu—who have traversed countless worlds, and whose people are projected onto this place.

The path forward is always difficult; we gain something while losing something else, but memories are eternal.

Every laugh and tear that each person pours into the river of time is like a grain of sand polished smooth by the clear water. They truly existed, they lived vividly, they had their own loves and hates, joys and sorrows, and even if they seemed insignificant to the dark Lucifer, to them, that was the whole world.

Jun Sakuma finds himself standing in a crowd, where voices from another world are synchronized with the voices of people on this earth. They chant the rhythm of passing seconds, the pulse of life, and how every breath is linked to tomorrow.

Faced with such a vast will, as boundless as the sea of ​​stars and spanning dimensions and time, who is the god and who is the mortal?

The ancient book coughed up ashes, closed its tattered pages, and floated to Dark Lucifer's side. The latter shoved the bookmark that had been close to his hand back into the book and said, "What are you complaining about?" Then, he scanned the surrounding area with a probing gaze.

This was one of the few times, and probably the first time, he truly confronted the existence of "ants," and heard their voices. The radiance emanating from each of them was minuscule, like a grain of rice, yet when gathered together, it was immensely vast. Dark Lucifer suddenly understood:

That is perhaps the radiance of all living beings.

He turned his head. Noah, the messenger of the first light, was naturally a giant capable of illuminating the long night, a legendary figure even in the Land of Light. His body, once formed, did not stop there; the Wings of Time and Space began to take shape as the external light shone in.

Dark Lucifer glanced at the "thief" who had broken through the blockade. The "monster" crawled out of the abyss, its silver flames rising from the ground and destroying everything in its path.

His body melted and reshaped in the fierce, pure flames, just as the "monster" had transformed into a giant years ago. He was thrown off the cliff by fate, but once again he stretched out his claws and climbed back up inch by inch, dripping with blood.

The light known as "Samuel" has returned, and throughout his distant journey, pairs of eyes connected to him watch him with smiles.

Some of those gazes belonged to people who were no longer in this world, while others were separated by two realms. Samuel himself did not know when he would be able to return.

And they gathered here under the witness of the Light Chaser's Medal.

Whether they viewed Samuel as a human being, a "monster," a being of light, or a "god," their opinions of him may differ, but they all sincerely blessed his existence.

Even though we are separated by the universe, our hearts remain connected.

The black scales faded, and silver flames covered its body. Fireworks swirled and bloomed in layers on the water, like lotus lanterns that never went out in the soft moonlight.

Even across time, our memories will never fade.

Light swirls and golden radiance ignites, while countless stars are reflected on the sea's surface, like an undying Milky Way in the ever-flowing river of time.

Life may be absurd, and we may experience many ups and downs, but let us not look back, let us not waver...

The armor extends and interlocks, its radiant brilliance sweeping back into the sky, like unyielding wings etched on the path of faith!

Though we are far apart, we have never been far away!

From the primordial nest to the final resting place, the journey is long, but the brilliance of life is short. If there is any regret, it is certainly not to make people linger in one place and become immersed in it.

Samuel had many "I'm sorry"s to say and many "thank yous"s to convey, and the other person felt similar emotions. Fate had woven a web, binding them tightly together. A thousand thoughts silently intertwined in their gaze, a thousand words flowed quietly in their radiance.