Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The flying short blades charged towards the monster, unleashing a blinding flash of light upon contact with the enemy, sacrificing themselves without hesitation. Roars and explosions followed seamlessly, and in an instant, intense heat evaporated the rain, which mingled with black smoke and merged into the clouds.

Kinoshita Kei's mouth gaped open, unsure whether he was shocked by the scene or by the sound of the explosion. At least he had never felt Uranus's presence so intimately before—his eardrums were protesting against him, and Kinoshita Kei suspected that he might go deaf before awakening his powers.

He turned his gaze back to the nearest monster, whose back was to them, its silver flames burning fiercely and enveloping the lightsaber in his hand.

The enormous object blocking the road was cut in two.

Chapter 53 The Two Who Diverged

"That's it, Gaia, no, my dream."

Above the clouds, the blue giant blocked Gaia from rushing into the eye of the typhoon.

The Lightning team's raid failed. The excessively high oxygen content in the eye of the storm caused problems with Fighter's engine. At the same time, the missile's exhaust flame caused a deflagration that damaged the wing. In a desperate situation, Takayama Gamu raised the Sapphire Cone and transformed into Gaia to save the crashing fighter.

When his planned operation failed, he was about to deal with the eye of the typhoon himself when the blue giant blocked his way.

Unlike the ground, this is above cumulonimbus clouds. The midday sun is intense and bright, making the clouds formed at the top of the storm shine. They look like white clay soaked in moisture, soft and smooth to the touch, with a bright and lively feel.

But neither of the two giants had time to appreciate the vast sea of ​​clouds beneath their feet.

“It’s destroying the city, with a Category 5 typhoon and torrential rain,” Gaia tried to get closer: “Get out of the way! We can’t let it continue!”

The answer he received came from Agul's heavy punch. Agul repelled the unsuspecting Gaia and fired a crescent-shaped ball of light from his palm, which grazed the side of the opponent's face.

“I told you, humanity is the cancer of the earth,” Agul gathered photon energy in his right hand, from which light blades could be created at any time: “Did you hear that? The voice of ancient beings, that is the anger of the natives, anger at the polluted air, water, and... the earth and the ocean!”

"Get out of the way! Fujimiya! Can you really just watch disaster strike and do nothing about it?!"

“This is not a disaster, it is cleansing the atmosphere,” Agul whispered as the light blade stood in front of Gaia. “Crisis told me this is salvation.”

Below the clouds.

Thick clouds are "growing" downwards, constantly compressing space. The main body of the storm was initially high in the sky, but is now moving towards the ground, as evidenced by the continuously breaking surface wind speed records.

The meteorological monitoring department staff had become numb. They discovered the abnormal airflow over Tokyo Bay at 5:30 a.m., and they started checking the situation every 30 minutes. Now they update the information every 10 minutes. Since 9:10 a.m., the surface wind speed record has been broken countless times.

The streets became dangerous. Even the heavy-duty trucks that usually roamed freely and deterred people from approaching were being blown around. All the cranes at the commercial street reconstruction site collapsed, with massive steel frames lying across the road or dangling over nearby buildings. The frames were embedded in the concrete walls, and residents whose windows were smashed were still in shock.

Almost everyone in the apartment building where Hitomi Onodera lived ran to the nearest underground parking garage for refuge, but she didn't go out. Instead, she squatted in her room adjusting the machine and trying to send a message, but unfortunately, it didn't work out.

Samuel had already eliminated the ancient creatures that had appeared earlier and were heading towards the city, his light blade slicing through their almost ethereal bodies, cutting out a jet-black mist.

The torrential rain blocked most people's view in the city; they could only vaguely hear strange sounds.

The sounds of the beasts, and the fact that they could not be directly witnessed, meant that these ancient creatures were not fully "resurrected," and Samuel's attack easily dealt with them.

"Is it resentment?" Samuel touched the black mist swirling around some ancient creatures. The one he had just severed seemed to be an arthropod from hundreds of millions of years ago, from the Cambrian explosion of life. In just a moment of contact, countless images flashed before Samuel's eyes—all from this, or rather, this kind of ancient creature.

He saw many strangely shaped and simply structured creatures that lived in the primordial oceans, from flourishing to mass extinction. Human history categorized them into the Ediacaran fauna, and a very small portion of them became fossils. These fossils were excavated, recorded, and buried in historical archives, allowing people to understand these life forms that lived on this planet hundreds of millions of years ago.

The lingering resentment has solidified into a tangible form, and today, it has been awakened by this storm.

Samuel now understood why he couldn't see the "true form" of the ancient creatures on the seabed. The black mist he saw was their true form; their real bodies had been worn away over hundreds of millions of years, leaving only the concept of "resentment."

Resentment... the direction of this black mist!

The moment he broke free from the scene, a sense of crisis suddenly overwhelmed him! Samuel realized a crucial problem, and he immediately transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the eye of the typhoon along the direction where the black mist was gathering!

—At the eye of the storm, the very thing that awakened them, is absorbing the resentment of these ancient creatures!

My actions of eliminating them just now actually gave the storm more energy, allowing it to grow exponentially!

The rolling thunder swept from one end of the city to the other like a high-speed train. Suddenly, a funnel-shaped cloud descended from the bottom of the clouds. Even though the distance wasn't close, the buildings directly opposite the bottom of the funnel had their entire top structures swept away, as if an invisible, enormous tornado was forming there.

The streaks of light remained still below the "funnel," while at the same time, a violent wind that caused the meteorological monitoring department's instruments to exceed their limits swept across the entire city!

"Crack, boom—!"

The light shield shattered and vanished the moment it was erected, and the storm, which had slowed slightly, suddenly sank into the viscous "glue," emitting a deafening explosion. The city center was spared, but the outer areas beyond the reach of telekinesis were subjected to a merciless "cutting."

It's hard to tell whether it was the wind or an invisible steel blade that carved deep, crisscrossing trenches into the solid concrete ground, even cutting into the underlying bedrock. Upon closer inspection, the soil around the trenches had been compacted by the violent wind pressure.

Was it wind or a mountain of knives and a forest of swords? Samuel gritted his teeth. The storm, powerful enough to turn the entire city center into ruins, had its impact weakened by the light shield and was now trapped in a vortex of psychic energy. He dared not let even a wisp of air seep behind him. The situation on the city's outskirts was right in front of him; this airflow cutting into the densely built-up city center was like a knife slicing through the frosting on a cake. Therefore, even with the amplification of his armor, it still gave him a splitting headache.

Through the funnel-shaped clouds, he saw a mechanical creation shrouded in thick black mist at the center of the swirling, madly spinning eye of the typhoon.

The same jet-black outer shell, shrouded in black mist like pulsating, filthy flesh, seemed to possess a life of its own. Spiderweb-like "vessels" adorned the shell. Within were unfamiliar red characters; if Hitomi Onodera were present, she would surely recognize their meaning: "Heaven," the machine's name.

Why can this machine absorb the resentment of ancient creatures?

Like Samuel, Hitomi Onodera stared incredulously through the wide-open window at the funnel-shaped clouds.

"That's 'Heaven' indeed. The phenomena it produced when it was activated are consistent with the data, but when did it start blowing such a wind? If it's just for cleaning, it shouldn't be this aggressive!" Onodera Hitomi stopped hitting the machine hidden under her bed and started kicking it instead: "You grandsons of the council! What have you put in 'Heaven'?!"

The metal casing didn't react in her hands, and the base of her feet remained silent. The indicator light that should have lit up when it was running normally was dim, as if the power had been cut off. But Hitomi Onodera knew that it was currently fully powered, but she didn't know why it couldn't start.

"Hey..." Her voice began to tremble: "'Celestial Realm' has been fitted with this kind of component, you lecherous old councilor, you haven't really been wiped out, have you..."

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Ignition of the City

Hitomi Onodera suspects that the old lecherous chairman may have died outside, while Kei Kinoshita suspects that he himself is about to die outside.

While the surge in oxygen levels in the air wasn't enough to cause oxygen poisoning and hospitalization, it was sufficient to make the otherwise stable combustion process produce a more "enthusiastic" jet.

He saw the ancient creature blocking his way being killed by the villagers, and prepared to go back to his car and wait for the stalled vehicle to take him to the safe Geo base.

The driver was getting a little bored while waiting, so he habitually reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette pack that hadn't been soaked yet, and wiped the lighter on his pants.

"bass--"

Kinoshita Kei was still thinking about this unlucky weather and the torrential rain when suddenly a ball of fire rose up in front of him!

The tiny flame from striking the lighter almost burned the driver's nose. He reflexively leaned back and moved the lighter away, creating a horizontal bridge of flame in the air. A burning pain shot through his palm, and then his vision was filled with an orange-red ball of fire.

No one expected that an explosion could occur in such heavy rain and low humidity.

burning accident.

The lighter's casing shattered, splattering the fuel inside all over the driver. Sparks, like flies drawn to the scent, chased after the fuel, while the much higher oxygen content in the air provided excellent fuel for combustion.

Fortunately, they were all soaked to the bone when the canopy collapsed. The oil burned a hole in his clothes, and that was the end of it. However, his right hand, which was holding the lighter, was probably no longer able to hold the steering wheel. The driver was still in shock, unsure whether to complain about his bad luck or be thankful that he hadn't been burned to death.

A little black smoke from the burning fuel still lingered inside the carriage. Kinoshita Keigo was startled by the sudden fireball and said to the driver, "Don't start it! Don't start it!"

"I'm not smoking anymore." The driver thought he was referring to the lighter.

"I said don't start the engine!" Kinoshita Kei thought the traffic jam wasn't so bad, and the waiting time with the engine off was just right. "If you don't want your engine to explode, stay here! At least until this storm stops. Damn it, folks, Gaia, big shots! If you don't hurry up, you'll be collecting corpses!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several collisions and explosions echoed from the waiting traffic. The smell of burning was difficult to mask even under the rain.

Just as Kinoshita Kei had worried, the extremely high oxygen content in the air resulted in a sudden increase in combustion efficiency. The lucky cars simply gained more horsepower than usual, but couldn't brake in time in the rain and made close contact with the rear of the cars in front. The unlucky ones either had their cylinders blown or their fuel lines broken, but gasoline doesn't care whether there's water or not when it's burning.

A fireball nearly three meters tall rose into the sky, and Kinoshita Kei quickly ran towards it.

Traffic management departments were thrown into chaos by the sudden surge in accident reports, while hospitals received numerous emergency calls from burn patients. However, with cars stuck in traffic due to the torrential rain, they could only desperately squeeze ambulances into the flow of traffic and anxiously wait for other vehicles to give way.

The ambulance, sirens blaring, carefully navigated through the still torrent. Samuel had already plunged into the storm from the bottom of the funnel cloud, where there was no still torrent, only meat grinder-like wind blades.

He saw something in the eye of the typhoon that was absorbing the resentment of ancient creatures; without a doubt, it was the core of this storm.

"Don't use light!"

Some distorted sounds came through the loudspeaker to Samuel's ears. It was the Falcon team. Their fighter jet engines were having problems of varying degrees. One of them had already made an emergency landing while billowing black smoke, and the remaining two were struggling to stay afloat under the clouds.

They had witnessed the giant's actions in protecting the city. If the giant hadn't restrained the gale, they might not have even had a chance to crash-land due to engine damage; they would have been torn to pieces by the storm.

"The oxygen content is too high; using light might ignite the entire storm!" Falcon Team member Tsukamori Toru, piloting his fighter jet in a wide circle, planned to land on the outskirts where the weather conditions were less severe. He relayed the intelligence from XIG to Samuel through the loudspeaker: "The city will also suffer!"

Even through the loudspeaker, his voice sounded like a kite about to break its string, barely catching Samuel's attention, which caused him to pause his action of summoning the Exploding Light Blade.

He had not studied skills such as freezing rays. All his previous attacks were aimed at using energy through high temperatures and explosions. Now that he knew he could not easily use rays, his options were extremely limited.

The giant tore through the layers of dark clouds with his bare hands, deciding to test its hardness by kicking its core first.

Gaia and Agul were exchanging blows above the clouds, while Samuel was inside the clouds battling a bronze bell-like machine, landing punches and kicks in succession, much like striking a bell.

The dull thud echoed clearly for kilometers, and people looked up at the sky in unison, their eyes filled with doubt, fear, and anticipation as they awaited possible developments.

"Clang, clang, thud—!" Samuel kicked off the bottom of the "Celestial Realm," then spun around and kicked upwards, followed by a fist. The light shield that instantly unfolded was only used to counteract the storm. His fist slammed into the same spot, pushing the giant bronze bell upwards again and again.

His idea was simple: since using light here would harm the city, he would move the machine to a farther place, such as outside the atmosphere! Then he could use any kind of light stream!

The "celestial realm's" program naturally wouldn't let him have his way so easily. The flesh-like black mist coiling around it seemed to have truly acquired "flesh," its dark red spiderweb-like patterns glowing with a blood-red light. When Samuel kicked again, the feeling of needles raining down on his mind returned. Primitive creatures pounced on his face, their cries piercing through billions of years, stabbing straight into the depths of his consciousness!

The giant's kick missed its mark. He caught his breath, focused his mind again, found the frequency of energy circulation, and summoned the phantom of his armor. The piercing, ferocious shouts were blocked out.

Light cannot be used; a lightsaber might ignite it as well, not to mention silver flames. Pushing it out of the atmosphere by brute force would be too slow, and it would retaliate—how do we even throw this thing out?

Oh, right, throw it out!

Samuel thought of his pirated Meta Realm, which used to be only the size of a room but was now big enough for Kinoshita Kei to run in!

The enlarged area... it's a stretch, but it seems about right if you could fit the machine and yourself inside?

Having made up his mind, Samuel no longer hesitated. He had never tried to deploy Meta Field in his giant form before; he only knew that doing so would minimize the damage.

He had witnessed Nexus drawing the golden sea, but he did not imitate it entirely.

He made his plan. The situation was urgent, and there was no time for careful consideration. He went straight through the storm, tightly embracing the massive bronze bell, the timer on his chest gleaming beneath the dark, viscous outer layer of "flesh and blood."

Chapter 55 Open Embrace

"Everything will eventually die, and even the fastest bird on this planet cannot catch up with time."

“You are also a life, you should be able to understand us… Do you also want to cheer for the death of the ‘abandoned’?”

Machinery is supposed to be cold. Perhaps the reaction of fuel will bring it heat, but its core is ultimately an inorganic matter, incapable of feeling sadness for anything.