Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The "monster" stared blankly at him, at the man of light who had descended from the sky, who was as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as reliable as the mountains.

The one of light blocked the fatal attack; what can block darkness is naturally light.

He turned around, his milky-white eyes gazing into what seemed like a solidified sea of ​​gold. There was no fear, disgust, or wariness in people's eyes; he looked at them with equality, like a deep lake.

The moment their eyes met, the "monster" lowered its head, shrank its body, and especially retracted its claws. Its black scales closed tightly, reflecting a silver light like the clear glow of moonlight.

When walking through a long night, you must persevere for a while, and even if one more step is a cliff, you must hold on tightly to the edge of the stone the moment you fall.

Until the very last moment, who knows if a hand will reach out and grab the falling person?

Perhaps it's just a simple reflection, or perhaps something sparked a fire that burns quietly. "Monster," "mountain of flesh," with inhuman bodies, gazes at the light, their eyes gleaming with human radiance.

Chapter 158 The Extended Will

When the torrent of particles is blocked by the "stubborn rock," it turns around and flows in all directions.

The main body of the flesh mountain is well protected, but the part that extends outward, like a spider web spread across the surface of the wishing ball, evaporates instantly; that is the true base of the "crater".

The raging particles surged and roared, crashing against the still-unpeeled gray rock layer like the Yellow River bursting its banks in a frenzy. The dark red jade-like surface was gradually exposed, and the "parasite," which had been hidden from the light of day for many years, was finally once again crowned with stars.

Just as Samuel had first observed from afar, the planet had many "craters," which Samuel assumed were due to frequent geological activity, but he never imagined that the so-called "craters" were actually man-made structures.

The particle torrent has revealed only the tip of the iceberg of this "wishing star".

"Are there people like this under every mountain?!" The slime was furious. They had seen hundreds, if not thousands, of volcanoes. If the thing under their feet was a wish-granting machine, then what were these mountains of flesh? The key to the wish-granting machine? A highly efficient and easy-to-use spare part?

The closest flesh mountain let out a painful wail. Its outer ring of body had been blasted off, and the wounds had charred and stopped bleeding. It looked terrifying and grotesque, but it would not die. The substances needed to make up its body, such as carbon, iron, and water, were rapidly extracted and enriched from the companion star.

This also exposed the fact that he was symbiotic with the Wishing Ball. Samuel's original thought of his legs no longer existed. Fascia and flesh, like the roots of a plant, closely connected him and the Wishing Ball.

The aliens needed specialized "parts" to operate the Wishing Ball day and night, and the Wishing Ball needed a constant supply of nutrients. This mutual understanding created these "parasites." Samuel didn't know how to separate him; could the armor's healing abilities save him?

The mountain of flesh kept struggling, trying to lift its hands, which it hadn't used for years, but its palms were also stuck to the ground. When it realized it couldn't break free, it suddenly calmed down, like a fish that had realized it was stranded and couldn't return to the sea.

He gazed earnestly at the man of light, whose face was completely disfigured, with only his speech indicating his origin: "Has Vazria returned? Ah, are you Uranus, the legendary giant of Earth? You've come all this way, it seems you haven't returned?"

In his eagerness, he forgot to use the common language of the Allied Forces. The language of Vazlia was dead; only the aggregate of "resentment" retained the memory of the dead and could understand what he was saying.

“I don’t know,” Slime told Samuel. “Wazria is the front line that the expeditionary force is fighting for.”

Samuel paused, turned to face the pursuing metallic lifeform, and said, "I am not Uranus. I am here to end all of this."

The mountain of flesh-like alien was astonished that the other's voice actually rang out directly from the depths of his consciousness. Although it was a different language, he could understand it.

“The end…” He blinked his eyes, which were almost squeezed into slits by chunks of flesh. The giant had his back to him, and the metallic lifeform was charging towards him.

“You shouldn’t have exposed your back to me,” he said. The mountain of flesh gradually regenerated, and the “parasite” of the wishing machine began to writhe again. His mouth opened and closed, but finally opened with a creaking sound of bones: “Make…a wish…”

Samuel grabbed the head of a metallic lifeform and used it as a shield against the oncoming metal spikes.

“Make a wish…” The head on the mountain of flesh kept shaking, trying to curl his tongue up or stick it out like a comical hanged man, so that he could not say the rest.

Samuel paused abruptly, but quickly recovered and broke through the blockade with undiminished momentum, the silver-gray anthropomorphic creatures colliding together.

"Melting..." The alien made a hoarse sound in his throat, and he looked up at the giant again, his expression shifting between clarity and madness.

Metallic lifeforms surrounded the giant, like a school of sea fish searching for food.

The aliens urged him to leave in their hearts, but this anxiety could never be conveyed. Every time he opened his mouth, an invisible force compelled his alienated body to make a new wish.

"Please hurry up and leave," he thought.

Being able to see the starry sky again is the most joyful thing.

If it were possible to end everything, ending this hopeless war would be the best outcome, but he didn't think there was any way to deal with a wishing orb that had a companion star as a "mine".

Moreover, he now coexists with the wishing orb, just like the other monsters under the "crater." Does "ending everything" mean that on the day they are to reunite with the stars, they will embrace death?

If that's really the case, then...it couldn't be better.

“Make a wish…” His heart, which had been nurtured to an extraordinary longevity and vitality, seemed to be immersed in ice water.

"Go, go, go! Don't stay here, at least wait until that companion star turns into slag before you come back!" he cried out in his heart.

But just like years ago when the strange changes began and he found that his words no longer followed his own will, no matter how much he restrained himself, no matter how hard he shouted in his heart, the "will" of the wishing ball was still conveyed through the mouth of the "key":

"Fusion."

The indistinct pronunciation, once uttered, made all the metallic lifeforms seem to receive a supreme command.

They transformed back into droplets, like iron-gray rain, the raindrops gathering together as if to return to the embrace of the clouds.

The space in front of Samuel was taken over by ships piloted by the "zombies." The outer ships were waiting for their main guns to cool down, slowly accumulating particles in preparation for the next reload.

The metallic lifeform flew over Samuel's head and toward his back. Samuel assumed they were going to use the same trick again and launch another pincer attack with the fleet. But when he turned around, the space behind him was empty.

Apart from fragments flying from its companion star, there was nothing else in the pitch-black starry sky.

After a brief silence, Samuel suddenly looked down.

The liquid sphere of the metallic life form rushes toward the person who made the wish for "fusion" as promised. The mountain of flesh is encased in metal, and a human figure cast in steel is slowly outlined—with the "parasite" as the core, the will of the wishing sphere is extended once again.

The silvery-gray molten metal covered the head of the mountain of flesh, bringing a strong sense of suffocation. In the last moment when his vision was blocked by the molten metal, the alien looked longingly at the long-lost starry sky.

The light was warm, and he felt as if he had returned to the sunshine of his hometown.

That's so strange, how can there be sunshine at night?

The molten metal slowly seeped up, gradually narrowing the field of vision until only a thin line remained.

A ray of light seeped in, and he could no longer make an expression, but he felt as if he were smiling. He could no longer make a sound, but he said in his heart, "Please end all of this."

Around the completely encased mountain of flesh, droplets of metallic life forms continuously flowed in, swirling into a vortex from which a gigantic shadow slowly emerged.

Its hand broke free from the dark red wishing ball, some flesh and blood dripping down, which was immediately covered by the molten metal.

This time, the struggle was not about escaping.

The newborn life form roared with its head raised. One of its hands, when raised, was as tall as a giant, and like a mountain of flesh, it had no legs. It was attached to the wishing orb from the waist down, its flesh and blood mixed with molten metal deeply rooted. With each wave of its hands, it stirred up a vortex of molten metal droplets around it.

In order to achieve the best construction, some ships were even rammed into the structure as materials, without hesitation or delay.

“He’s dead,” Slime said.

As a collection of "resentment" from the dead aliens, He could naturally sense the faint will that rose after the mountain of flesh was submerged by the molten metal.

The will of the living cannot be captured by Him.

“...His wish,” Samuel said softly.

“Destroy it,” the slime said, unusually quiet. “Also, if you have the chance, go to the valley of Vazria’s hometown and send her a bouquet of flowers.”

Chapter 159 A Heart of Iron

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

The moment you utter your first wish to the wishing ball, your destiny takes a different turn—perhaps a turnaround, or perhaps no return.

The faint will was like a candle flame in the wind, but it eventually drifted in, merging into the aggregate of "resentment," like a drop of water falling into the ocean.

He certainly harbored resentment, but it wasn't directed at the Earthlings with whom they had fought to the death.

For a long time, no one understood the essence of the wishing ball better than him as the "parasite." His resentment was directed at the devil that lured aliens into the abyss, and even more so at himself who was blinded by hatred.

The alien's spirit died, but his body survived, merging with the metallic life form to become a new "parasite." The wishing ball, lacking any means of active retaliation, gained a high-quality henchman. The mountains of flesh beneath countless volcanoes revealed "their" demands, and the companion star's supplies continued uninterrupted.

The giant metallic lifeform was twisting its body upwards. Its upper body was still connected to the surface of the wishing ball, but it was still too restricted. It needed to construct legs quickly.

In response to his will, the nearby ships, like mosquitoes drawn to light, embedded themselves into the skin of the metallic lifeform. They slowly dissolved, along with the "living corpses" inside, simply because it was faster to use pre-refined material than to extract it from the companion star.

At the moment the giant metal lifeform took shape, they no longer needed to rely on numbers to fight the enemy.

“Hey, Dementia Container, I have a bad feeling,” the slime said. “They have a fleet at long range, and the Guards have these iron behemoths. What are you going to do? Kill the wishers? There are hundreds and thousands of them. Are we going to blow up all the volcanoes?”

“They can recreate countless such metallic lifeforms using the same method; they have enough materials.” Samuel glanced at the companion star, which had shrunk in size and whose surface was beginning to crack.

Magma was overflowing from its cracks, and molten minerals were being drawn away by the wishing ball before they could solidify, as if a vampire had torn its skin open and bit into its arteries, insatiably sucking its blood.

“Two ways,” Samuel said. “Judging from the performance of the naval gun salvo, the material of the wishing ball can be destroyed.”

In the distance, the ground, still reeling from the particle torrent, bore a radial trail of rubble across its dark red jade-like surface. This meant that the wishing orb, a copy of the original, was not "indestructible" as described in the information provided by Kinoshita Kei.

"The second method is that the vaporized parts cannot be recycled." For example, when it reconstructs the mountain of flesh, it uses new materials instead of capturing substances that have decomposed to the point of being invisible in what appears to be empty space. If the light temperature is high enough, the problem of its infinite regeneration can be solved.

“That sounds plausible,” the slime scratched its non-existent head. “But this is an entire planet! How can you evaporate the matter of an entire planet?”

"Didn't you say I 'have the whole universe on my back'?" Samuel joked.

The slime choked, stammering, "...There's a bit of an exaggeration involved. I just wanted to illustrate that the Space Alliance is composed of a complex group with diverse origins."

Samuel didn't care: "Let's deal with this one first."

The giant metallic lifeform was slowly taking shape, while Samuel was also trying to recover himself—it wasn't easy to withstand the concentrated fire of the naval guns. If the slime hadn't used its own energy as a medium to stabilize its body, perhaps that attack would have pushed it directly into the outer shell of the wishing ball, releasing its gigantic form.

As the structure of the metallic lifeform became clearer, the vibrations on the surface of the wishing sphere became more pronounced. Samuel immediately flew into the sky, and the surrounding ships quickly closed in. He ignored the ships behind him, focusing only on his feet.

The parts rooted inside the wishing ball were further utilized; they circled around and then emerged from the ground, like ancient trees that had come to life, their roots intertwined like earth dragons, suddenly bursting out of the ground and soaring into the air, hoping to catch the enemy off guard.

Around his massive body swirled flexible iron chains, also made of metal, casting a shadow hundreds of meters long on the dark red ground, reminiscent of a demon emerging from a pool of blood. Unable to move for the time being, he used these iron chains as special arms to extend his attack range.

As expected, he was a guy with no real combat experience, and the "person" who made the wish seemed to have no imagination either. Samuel thought, since he couldn't move, shouldn't he learn from those spaceships and have long-range naval guns that could hit from Earth to the Moon?

Moreover, his specialization in close combat suggests that his recent rampage has made him extremely wary, or rather... afraid.

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'What you fear most is what will happen'?" Samuel raised his hand, conjuring a sword blade that instantly appeared in front of the metallic lifeform's forehead.

The opponent's biggest mistake was trying to create a close-range advantage by constantly expanding its body—perhaps the wishing ball's connection between "becoming stronger" and size is consistent with its current expansion to the size of a planet.