Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

“Hahahaha…” Samuel laughed: “I never thought we’d reach an agreement one day.”

"I never expected this either! This time I won't interfere with you, I'll even help you avoid danger. I only have one wish now—to turn this thing that has messed up my planet, my home, and my life into cosmic junk! It's even better if Lu something is here. Don't listen to his babbling, we'll chop him down on sight!"

“As you said, this is ‘home,’ my home turf,” the slime said solemnly. “Most of my brothers are in this universe. They reside on their home planets or roam the battlefields… If you release containment, what does having a wishing orb matter matter? You have the entire universe behind you!”

Samuel lowered his hand, which was using the Peleriti Light Stream to clean the ship. The slime's feelings at this moment were exactly the same as when he saw Dark Lucifer: the same anger and resentment, the same willingness to tear the other's flesh apart even at the cost of his own life.

Now that things have come to this, it seems too disheartening to say something like "we're just here to gather intelligence," and... Samuel dodged the beam of light sweeping towards him, followed its trajectory upstream, and found an alien ship.

The giant's massive body was extremely close, his eyes peering through the transparent structure of the observation chamber at the "living corpses" inside. Even with imminent danger, they operated like machines devoid of fear, the commander among them reaching out to order the turrets to be aimed at the giant who had willingly delivered himself before them.

But their ship's guns had no chance to fire. Samuel punched the ship, tilting it to the side, and with his other hand, he gripped the light blade and stabbed it in. The wailing sound of metal tearing apart was blocked by the vacuum. Without looking back, Samuel flew to the next target.

Behind them, a burst of light flashed, and the brilliance, explosion, and smoke engulfed the entire ship.

Chapter 156 Symbiotic Monsters

"The cleanup isn't fast enough." The alien ships were as fragile as paper in Samuel's hands, but they had an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Swarms of metallic lifeforms crawled out of the wishing sphere, which had expanded to the size of a planet. They split into several teams, cutting off the front and rear routes. Due to the width of the battlefield, more ships were "produced" and deployed to more distant positions; they served as frontline reserves, ready to be deployed at any time.

Samuel wielded his lightsaber, slicing through the ship's particle defense hull, then casually tossed a blasting light blade into the command center. His movements grew increasingly practiced, blasting the ship into scrap metal wave after wave. He carved a path through the dense formation of ships, a path paved with steel and undead, like a peerless swordsman plunging into a flock of sheep, determined to unleash a bloodbath.

“Those metallic lifeforms!” The slime stared at the metallic monsters that remained motionless on the outside. They hovered silently outside the combat zone, unlike their counterparts on Earth who had gone to another universe, which had taken on humanoid forms. Instead, they were in an unformed, almost liquid shape, with clumps of silvery-gray liquid metal constantly twisting and changing, as if they were contemplating what form they should take in battle.

Samuel had only a superficial understanding of metallic lifeforms, but the slimes did.

His temperament immediately prompted him, "They intend to imitate you!"

Seemingly to verify His accuracy, some of the metallic lifeforms had sculpted themselves into the shape of giants, but they were very rough, with blurred faces and body patterns. They stepped forward first, each holding a sword made of metal. At the same time, smaller blades extended from the palms of their other hands, quickly taking shape and then being launched out.

Samuel ignored the guys surrounding him from behind and accelerated forward, heading straight for the aliens' crater-shaped base structure—the Wishing Ball, without someone in charge of making wishes, was ultimately just a prop. It was not wise for the metal lifeforms and ships built around it to waste time on the outside. Samuel knew that the real opportunity lay in the aliens' "base".

He parried the first vertical slash with his sword, and the metallic lifeform mimicked his usual action, raising its left hand, its short blade gleaming with a cold, gray light.

But Samuel didn't repeat his previous trick. He squeezed himself into extremely close range, his lightsaber gliding along the metal blade, light particles and sparks flying everywhere. He used the shorter, explosive light blade as a dagger, stabbing it into the opponent's tough skin with his free hand, and then kicked him hard in the stomach.

“Experience cannot be imitated,” Samuel said in a low voice.

The metallic lifeform was blasted in two by the exploding light blade that was stuck in its body, and Samuel continued to move forward.

Ships and metallic lifeforms have completely cut off his escape route, but that's alright; his only target is the wishing orb. The metallic lifeforms' imitations are becoming increasingly refined and realistic, but that's alright; their ability to seize opportunities is like that of a newborn baby.

The peerless swordsman's hands moved swiftly, unleashing a whirlwind of destruction. Any enemy who dared to meddle was defeated. Though he radiated brilliance, he was also an abyss that devoured his enemies, an abyss that stretched forward, unstoppable. Before long, he had reached the summit of the "crater."

“Besides this base, there are other bases hidden on this wishing orb,” the slime said. “But destroying this one will ease our pressure… Take this one down and move on to the next one!”

Aside from the guarding ships and metallic lifeforms, the aliens' architecture was so fragile it was laughable. Perhaps they never imagined that someone could break through their defenses and conjure up beams of light at hundreds of thousands of degrees Celsius with their bare hands right above their heads.

Without time to charge up, Samuel used the instantaneous Pelleriti Beam Stream, which was enough to deal with the vulnerable buildings. He used the beam to pierce through the main building before the pursuers behind him could catch up, and swept across the area extending towards the warehouse that had not yet completely collapsed—vaporizing the "recycling materials" was also an option to weaken the Wishing Orb.

Most of the buildings that formed the shape of a volcano disappeared, and the remaining part collapsed into a low hill. A scorched pit appeared on the ground, exposing the outer layer of the wishing ball, and the crystalline structure cracked with a net-like texture.

It is, after all, a replica of the original "Ruby," and its strength is far inferior to the original, which was invulnerable to blades and bullets.

The charred crater once housed an underground complex. Samuel's light evaporated the walls, exposing the underground complex, or rather, the true core of the "crater," to the world—like a monster that had long dwelled in the abyss being exposed to the light.

Even though he had seen all sorts of bizarre monsters and various "monsters" transformed from humans, Samuel was startled when he saw "him," and his hand gripping the lightsaber tightened suddenly.

"Damn it, damn it!" The slime wanted to bang its head against the wall again, but it knew that the wall was the seal of the "container," and that hitting the golden patterns would affect Samuel. It could only restrain itself and vent its pent-up anger on itself. It would extend dense spikes one moment and twist itself repeatedly the next, constantly repeating a name: "Lucifer, Lucifer—Lucifer!"

The lowest level of the base, hidden beneath layers of walls and rocks, is a person who cannot be described as "human".

It has legs, which are attached to and coexist with the dark red jade surface, probably in a cross-legged posture, and are almost inlaid inside.

He has hands, his body is hunched over, his hands loosely clasped together. He faces the wishing ball, his eyes darting around rapidly, his mouth opening and closing in his swollen cheeks, like a mental patient talking to himself.

His hands, thighs, and the flesh near his waist unfolded and grew together with the wishing ball. His body swelled to three or four times the size of a normal person, with muscle fibers and blood vessels connecting to the surface of the wishing ball and extending outward like wildly proliferating vines.

Aliens "controlled" the wishing ball, and the wishing ball "captured" a companion that continuously provided energy.

It's unclear whether he's using the tools or the tools are taking over.

He has become symbiotic with the crimson abyss. As long as the wishing orb needs to produce parasites of desire, he will not die. Moreover, the nutrients squeezed from all over the world keep him plump and strong, sitting there like a low-lying mountain of flesh.

The Earthlings probably have a similar shape, and Samuel was speechless for a moment.

He saw the exposed blood vessels and muscle fibers pulsating tirelessly, and the mountain of flesh slowly raised its head.

The mountain of flesh's eyes, darting around, found the silver giant, whose clear light was gazing upon him, and his gaze gradually focused.

The moment their eyes truly met, tiny specks of light entered their vision, and their hazy pupils seemed to be cleansed of a layer of dust, like water slowly overflowing a porcelain plate.

A glimmer of hope appeared in his bloodshot eyes, but just as Samuel was about to change his mind, that look vanished—he opened his mouth and uttered a short syllable.

"Make a wish, and you will be reborn."

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Chapter 157 Beneath the Shell

The mountain of flesh lay spread out on the jade, his face appearing bluish in the dark red light. The syllables he uttered were somewhat indistinct, but the earth-shattering changes around him were very clear.

The companion star accelerated its disintegration, and more matter was directly ejected into the universe without being absorbed. Samuel fought his way through, creating a long trail of debris. The matter separated when the companion star was torn apart fused with the debris, the spaceship skeleton was reconstructed, and the metallic life forms were replenished by the evaporated liquid bodies. They became restless and stretched out their limbs again.

But the real danger does not come from a regenerating enemy.

"The outermost spaceship! They're targeting you!"

As the "resentment" coalition, which was on its home turf and had sharp eyes and ears, said, the ships surrounding the outer perimeter were not just floating around watching the show because the battlefield was not wide enough.

Each of them activated its main cannons, compressing and overloading particles. The particle generators at the front opened, brewing a terrifying, almost slurry-like brilliance—they didn't need to consider the endurance after this salvo, or even how many friendly forces were along the way. "Regeneration" solved their worries, and they only needed to consider how to maximize efficiency.

A sense of impending doom washed over Samuel, who could hear the slime's urging in his ears:

"Run, run, run! The standard coverage of those naval guns can cover half the distance between the Earth and the Moon! When they were first developed, the design standard was to overturn the outer crust of a planet and penetrate to the mantle. Later, several ships would usually fire in salvo for 'clearing the field'. Do you know what 'clearing the field' means?"

Slime shuddered: "When we encounter dangerous asteroid belts along our route and can't determine if there are enemy fleets hiding there, we overload the main ship's cannons and vaporize all the celestial bodies along the way. In other words, 'even if we don't know how dangerous it is, sweeping it clean will definitely make it safe'... Hey, hey, are you even listening to me?!"

Samuel was listening, of course. In fact, the slime's voice was deafening; even if Samuel plugged his ears, he could still hear it, as if a demonic sound was piercing his brain and weaving a net within it.

He turned around and saw the glow of the outer main guns when they were overloaded. They were almost in a straight line, bright as a crescent moon. They were aimed at him, the particles compressed to the extreme, and released silently. The "friendly forces" affected along the way were either vaporized or neatly cut off, with smooth, flat surfaces like mirrors.

The dazzling, bright white light swept across, like a free-floating semi-circle finding its origin.

The origin, the silver giant, still hovers in mid-air, seemingly with no intention of escaping.

"Dementia container? Your Alzheimer's finally short-circuited?!" Tiny spikes erupted all over the slime's body, like goosebumps on a person's skin. It was terrified by Samuel's actions—it actually stood still, preparing a light shield!

What do you think you can stop?!

“He’s still ‘alive,’” Samuel said, turning back to look at the mountain of flesh that was also staring at him. The alien’s face was completely different from that of an Earthling, but Samuel caught a glimpse of that moment… the hope in his eyes.

A real "living corpse" wouldn't show that kind of expression. What is he hoping for? Is someone coming to save him, or is he just seeking liberation?

Before he could think further, the storm of high-concentration particles arrived as expected.

Everything in space is silent.

The raging particles devoured everything in their path. The dying cries of ships and "soldiers" that were hit could not be heard and could only be kept to themselves. The scene of world destruction was performed as a silent play, and the black swan died silently in the harsh winter.

Samuel was not good at defensive techniques. Even though his light shield was based on Jun Sakuma's method, it could not withstand the concentrated bombardment of the main cannons of hundreds of ships. The moment the particle storm came into contact with the light shield, it was overwhelmed and disintegrated. The particle stream cut in along the gaps like countless scorching knives. Samuel immediately summoned his armor.

Now he could hear sounds: torrents cutting through rocks, their deafening roar echoing through the heavens and earth.

Like encountering a quasar jet, the radiant giant, faced with even hotter temperatures and a more dazzling torrent, became the dimmest one. He turned his back to the white-lit surface of the wishing orb, casting a small shadow behind him—enveloping the main body of the mountain of flesh gazing up at him.

"Working with a dementia patient is the worst luck imaginable!" the slime cursed as it continued to extend itself outwards—it saw the internal cracks, and the extension wasn't for its own escape, but to fill the gaps and make a meager seal.

Samuel never imagined he would cooperate with the "resentment" aggregate, and the "resentment" aggregate never imagined that one day they would see an opportunity to escape, only to have to block the door themselves.

The giant was bombarded and forced to retreat until its armor was destroyed. Finally, the scorching blade touched the enemy it was pointing at. It unleashed molten lava that could vaporize steel and slammed the enemy into the surface of the wishing orb. The molten lava fell from the sky, determined to "wash away" everything!

Time seemed to pass in an instant, yet it also felt like an eternity.

Once the distant ships ceased their bombardment, the particle generator, emitting blue smoke, returned to its position, and the radiance emanating from the surface of the wishing sphere gradually dimmed.

Yes, in the sky, Samuel ultimately withstood the torrent with his body. The particles seeped in like high-pressure water jets, and after they entered, they were like high-energy explosives, wreaking havoc. But it stopped there, failing to repel the enemy further, nor to blast him apart or vaporize him.

The aggregate of "resentment" uses its own energy as threads to bind and sew up the cracked outer shell of the "container".

"Damn it, I'm fixing my own cage."

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Samuel just smiled. He didn't turn back, but he knew the head on the mountain of flesh was watching him.

Even after being transformed into a parasite of the wishing ball, that alien was still "alive".

That look in his eyes was all too familiar.

Many years ago, Samuel, who was also transformed into a monster, gazed at the light in the same way.

Darkness shattered the peace, fear and anxiety spread, and the monster, attempting to protect people, only caused even greater chaos due to its terrifying appearance.

Why are there monsters in the shrine?

"Where is Paradia? Was she eaten by a monster?"

The monster didn't eat people, and Samuel wasn't used to fighting with his own body at the time: when he shouted for people to run away, his voice only produced a thunderous roar, which was seen as a threat; his inability to control his tail and the point of impact when he exerted force were seen as sabotage; and when he fought against attacking enemies, it was naturally understood as a struggle for territory.

Samuel was in retreat, and just when things were getting worse and seemed beyond saving, a silver glint flashed in the monster's golden eyes.

As he looked up at the source of the glory...

The world seemed to stand still.

The man of light, surrounded by shimmering silver particles, was like an angel spreading its wings, its feathers gently falling, as light particles brushed against the monster's hideous body.