Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Under such circumstances, its physical strength can be greatly enhanced. If it were on Earth, it could create a hurricane with a wave of its hand. However, the defense of its skin surface is still comparable to that of the original individual. The material is used for expansion rather than reinforcement!

Samuel could slash through the metal lifeform's arm with a single sword strike, and now he could stab it into its head!

Using the momentum of his forward charge, he pried the light blade into the opponent's forehead. The metal lifeform naturally did not have the concept of "it will die if its brain is cut through". The head was just a mimicry to it. Samuel left the light blade on it and did not linger. He dodged the steel cable that was chasing him and nimbly jumped onto the opponent's palm that was about to strike down on his head.

He didn't try to summon the armor again, even though its telekinetic amplification was very useful, it greatly reduced his flexibility. Dealing with such a behemoth required leveraging his agility; he wasn't crazy enough to stand still and exchange beams with something that could burn an entire planet for fuel.

He took a deep breath and once again concentrated.

Two light blades charged towards the shoulder of the metallic life form, braving the whistling steel cable!

He needed to embed as many light blades as possible into his opponent's body before the light blade on his forehead was destroyed, and then detonate them all at once. Using light beams would be most effective at this point.

"Logistics is in your hands now," Samuel said suddenly.

"Huh, huh?" The slime was stunned.

"What follows is a war of attrition. I'll take care of cutting this ball down, and you help me sew up my body, and... energy."

The slime has gradually come to accept the fact that it built its own cage and locked itself up, considering it a necessary sacrifice for achieving its great revenge.

Regarding the energy issue, He shuddered and said, "I am a 'resentment' aggregate. If you cut me open, it should be all light, right? Are you planning to use firewood to cool it? If I'm really demented, I'm fucking out of here. I'll get a smarter one! Gaia would be perfect!"

“No, in a sense, we are the ‘same kind.’” Samuel replied, kicking the blade into the metal lifeform’s left shoulder. The steel cable wrapped around his leg, but he forcibly broke free. The rough metal surface scraped against his skin like an iron comb, leaving deep marks.

"Before igniting the light, I was a 'monster' who devoured the power of my own kind, solely for the purpose of revenge. I am luckier than this alien because 'assimilation' preserved my sanity... Even using the body of a 'monster,' I am still myself!"

From the primordial nest to this unknown universe, from the icy ocean of nightmares to the desolate and empty alien planet, Samuel finally agreed to face himself—the "monster" he considered incredibly ugly, who was fed by sucking the blood and flesh of others, even his own companions.

“Of course I can use your energy, but it will just be to go back to the way it was before. However, I’m not sure what will happen when the power of light mixes with your energy, so you’ll need to keep an eye on the ‘cage’,” he even joked. “If it really does turn back, just don’t be scared.”

The slime says that the dead won't be scared.

He stretched out his mimicry hand and scratched himself: "Anyway, I don't know much about you giants. Use it if you think it's useful. I have many brothers in this universe. If it's not enough, I can order takeout. Anyway... if it's about to crack, I'll glue it back together! If it's not enough energy, I'll fill it up! Crush that tin man! Then crush this broken wishing ball into the underworld and make him wish to be mixed with Gob's feed and fed to Bats!"

“Gob and Bats don’t get along well, and it doesn’t eat this kind of thing.” Samuel gripped the gleaming white blade, moving like a nimble wind through the steel cable barrier, aiming at the heart of the metallic lifeform.

A familiar, intensely negative force slowly seeped into his body. He didn't know what would happen, but at worst, it would just be a matter of "revealing his true form."

When he first faced Dark Lucifer, he felt not only resentment but also fear—you finally became human again, but you revealed your true form in front of your human form. Even if Jun Sakuma and the others didn't say anything, they could probably smell the rotten flesh and blood on his body...like a demon that crawled up from hell.

He once told Muchini, "As long as your heart is turned toward the light, darkness cannot catch you." This was actually something someone else had told him, and he was just repeating it verbatim, but he was actually more afraid of falling back into darkness than anyone else.

Now he felt no fear. No matter what kind of body it was, he knew it was still himself. No matter what power he used, he just needed to do the right thing.

There is no need for any more beings of light to descend from the sky, and even those with the bodies of monsters need not feel ashamed in the face of radiance.

He is a mountain, an iron wall; before he falls completely, he is a sharp claw that will use every means to tear the enemy apart. Someone needs him; someone has made a wish to "end it all," so he is here…

That's it.

Chapter 160 Transformation into a Blade

The war between the allied forces of aliens and the expeditionary force of Earthlings has lasted for hundreds of years, burning from the edge of the Andromeda Galaxy to the dense core of stars.

Each army, possessing its own wishing orb, pushed its war potential to the limit, ultimately resulting in a stalemate. The living cannot be resurrected after death, and in the protracted battle, no matter how careful one was, people would inevitably die. Thus, "zombies" gradually replaced the living.

Even now, no one can say for sure whether the two armies are Earthlings and aliens, or "zombies" and "zombies".

They never imagined that anyone could single-handedly contend with the Wishing Ball that possessed a "mine"—even for a short period of time.

Thanks to the faint gravitational pull, Samuel's speed easily broke the sound barrier, and the metal lifeform directed the extended steel cables to act as countless arms, following closely behind.

There were no spectators in this battle. The fleshy mountain beneath the crater, which had been opened up, lay prostrate with its head bowed, mechanically chanting incantations. The damage suffered by the metallic lifeforms was constantly repaired by these buzzing sounds.

For Samuel, this was a life-or-death struggle of will. Absorbing external energy could not be done without a price. Just as the metallic lifeform became a puppet of the wishing orb, Samuel, by using the energy of the "resentment" aggregate, had to bear the consequences that came with it.

He circled around the steel cable, close to the ground, and bursts of light blades flew out from the side like a string of pearls, detonating the first wave to break through the surface defense, and then piercing the opponent's body with the second wave. This process was repeated until a large hole was blasted open, through which starlight could be seen.

He should have pressed his advantage, but he hesitated for a moment, and the steel cable caught up with him, the metal life form's arm raised high.

"I am..." He stood frozen in place, as if he had returned to the encirclement of the Forgotten River Serpent. Fragmented memories surged and roared with the power of the aggregated "resentment."

One moment he's someone who's obsessed with space travel and has run away from home, the next he's an engineer diligently repairing the Earth's crust on another planet.

"Dementia container!" The slime's roar snapped him back to reality.

He turned his body slightly, and the steel cable that was originally aimed at the timer passed through his sides. At this moment, the metal life form's palm slammed down on his head, and a heavy shadow fell over him. He grabbed the steel cable and let himself be carried backward by its inertia, and his palm slammed into empty air.

The metallic lifeform reacted quickly. Its attack missed, and more steel cables extended in pursuit, soon entangled its already captured opponent.

A moment's lapse in concentration can have disastrous consequences. The slime cried out, "This thing is multiplying! I can't sew up the opening that's already plugged!" Even without its reminder, Samuel could feel the foreign object extending along the steel cable, like a claw slowly opening to wrap around his body and internal organs.

“Don’t worry about it,” Samuel said. “Just tie up the outer shell.”

"Huh? If I leave you alone, I'm afraid you'll turn into a metal lump number two. And what if you 'assimilate' and scare the dead back to life at a crucial moment by spacing out?" The slime cursed, but its hands didn't stop working.

"Assimilation takes time, but it also presents an opportunity."

"A chance to get killed?! I'm tired of flying spaceships, I don't like flying metal lumps anymore!"

Samuel chuckled: "Even if I turn into a metal lump, as long as I'm alive... I can try 'assimilation'."

The slime decided to seriously reflect on its decision to get on the black cab once things calmed down: "Do you want to assimilate the metal lump or... that ball?!"

Samuel sighed, then suddenly exerted his strength, not trying to break free of the steel cables, but instead taking the initiative to grip them and wrap them even tighter: "It's too risky. Even if we're lucky enough to survive, we don't know how many years we'll have to wait. So the opportunity I'm talking about is—about the weakness of this metallic life form."

The steel cable comes from the part of the metal life form buried underground and connected to the wishing ball. If you think of it as a tree, then these things are the roots. Since the other party has already given the roots, how can you not uproot them and live up to their enthusiasm?

The creaking sound of steel being twisted and pulled suddenly rang out. Because it came so suddenly and violently, it overshadowed the deep roar of the metal life form when it exploded in my ears.

Samuel pulled outwards with the steel cable, the tough metal rope stretched taut. The enemy wanted to turn him into the next mountain of flesh multiplied by metal, but they had only made their own trap.

"I must be crazy to play tug-of-war with you against a giant creature that grows in the ground and is beyond its size..." The slime didn't know how many times it had cursed while working. Now there was no other way. All it could do was try its best to stabilize the shell of the "container" and prevent the "container" from being torn apart before the steel cable was snapped.

Samuel summoned his armor. Tug-of-war doesn't require agility, only courage and brute force, and the armor's enhancement was just in time.

He gripped the steel cable tightly, seizing the crucial initiative. The proliferating parts within him transformed into a sturdy lock; once the outer layer was sealed, the metallic lifeform would be unable to resist this struggle. The ever-proliferating metal spikes rampaged wildly; the giant's skin remained intact, but the ocean of light particles within was thrown into chaos.

The metallic lifeform found its body being forcibly pulled from the wishing ball by a tremendous force. Its simple mind reflexively commanded more steel cables to wrap around it, almost turning the enemy into a dumpling, trying to win by exerting even greater force.

"The creatures that come out of wishes are all empty-headed 'corpses'," Samuel lamented.

He suddenly exerted his strength, letting out a deafening roar. The steel cable was stretched to its limit in an instant, and a loud explosion rang out. Another earthquake struck, spreading outward from the area where the metal life form was rooted.

The slowly rotating wishing ball paused for a moment. Its rotation was disturbed by an external force, and its slightly tilted axis of rotation even showed a tendency to shift. As a result, its outer shell could not withstand the pressure, and the metal life form became the one caught in the middle, as if it were tied to a rope at both ends and being subjected to the punishment of being torn apart by a chariot.

Samuel couldn't let go, and the metallic lifeform wasn't prepared to make a painful decision. In the ensuing struggle, the wishing sphere's outer shell, which had buried the metallic lifeform's roots, finally reached its limit.

It had just endured the baptism of naval gunfire and was in a vulnerable state.

The newly stabilized cracks trembled and opened, the metallic lifeform howling in agony as its steel cables snapped one by one. The wishing orb's pain was transmitted through the earthquake; its outer shell was slowly torn off, and chunks of dark red crystals flipped open, like a trapped beast being skinned and ripped apart.

No matter how powerful it is, it is ultimately just an "object" lacking intelligence. If those who make wishes to it harbor greed, then the wishing ball that absorbs greed and desire to grow stronger is the true glutton.

It would not abandon its "parasite", so its outer shell was forcibly torn apart, the crystal shattered and bounced into the air and fell down, causing a red rain.

With deep, grotesque wounds appearing, the next step is to expand the victory. What could be more convenient and considerate than the Exploding Light Blade?

The armor creaked and groaned under the pressure of the steel cables. Samuel suddenly had a crazy idea. He remembered that he had conjured a lightsaber hundreds of meters long when he was cutting down Zolim. What about now?

It also has the psychic amplification of the armor. Although the energy provided by the "resentment" aggregate is not quite right, it is still usable.

"Want to see fireworks? Today is how Earthlings celebrate holidays."

"It's a wonderful day, worth celebrating," he said.

The slime shuddered: "Your brain finally fried? I knew you couldn't handle the memories of so many of my brothers, you were definitely going to be turned into an idiot!"

“I am fully conscious and have plenty of mental energy,” Samuel said. He calmly controlled every wisp of cold energy, his hands immobile, and the core of the light gathered in front of him. The light particles on the blade vibrated, easily severing the surrounding steel cables.

He carefully controlled and filled the dark energy into it, and it was ignited with a "whoosh" as soon as it approached the core, shining with a bright white color like flowing water, which was the prototype of the Exploding Light Blade.

As long as your heart is turned towards the light, darkness cannot catch up with you.

Samuel suddenly realized the true meaning of what the Warrior of Light had told him: the source of your power is "assimilation," and as long as the flame in your heart is not extinguished, anything cold in the world can be ignited.

If darkness is long, then light your own way, and the ghosts lurking in the shadows will not be able to get close to you.

As if yesterday were repeating itself, Zolim reached out his claws, only to be cleaved in two by a lightsaber hundreds of meters long. The metallic lifeform swung its massive arms, causing the crystal beneath it to flip open, exposing its tangled "roots," which were then met with an equally excessive attack.

A shimmering white light reflected off the metallic lifeform's iron-gray body, adding a touch of vitality to its lifeless appearance. The sword flashed, its blade slicing through all the sturdy steel cables at mere approach.

The metallic lifeform has escaped, but it will also face a grand funeral.

"Exploding Light Blade, take this!"

Chapter 161 Looking Back Where We Came From

The burst of light particles is dazzling and brilliant, but at the moment of the explosion, it is completely silent.

It wasn't until the shockwave, carrying fragments of crystals, surged into the sky that the deafening roar of the world's destruction finally resounded. The rings swept out by the light stream even affected the nearby companion star, disrupting the channel for transporting matter. Large swaths of meteorites mixed with red crystals fell back under the pull of gravity, creating a torrential rain of fireballs and red crystals.

Samuel retreated as far away as possible as he threw the Explosive Blade. He hadn't tested its destructive power, but he knew that the grumpy slime certainly didn't want to test its defenses.

The intense, dazzling light obscured everything, and he only regained his vision after retreating outside the binary star system.

He witnessed the collapse of a planet.

It's not an oversized wishing ball, but the planet considered a "mine," the true owner of this orbit.

Nearly a quarter of the wishing sphere was vaporized by the explosion, and the gap was filled with slightly wriggling red crystals. The severe damage to its main body accelerated its plundering of the "mine". The slow trajectory of transporting matter disappeared, and in its place, a meteor shower covered half of the wishing sphere.

Like a planet torn apart after reaching the Roche limit, cracks are deeply etched into the "mine" from the outside in, reaching the metal core of the star. Lava eruptions are everywhere, from quietly seeping out to gushing into the sky. The "mine" generously scatters its material, like a ball that is not so tightly packed, yet spinning wildly.

The price, naturally, is accelerated collapse.

"Damn, this 'mine' is really rich! It has a silicon outer shell, an unbelievable amount of iron, and a metallic star core. It could easily build hundreds or even thousands of expeditionary fleets... Are we going to be chased by a huge swarm of metallic lumps?" the slime roared. "Stop looking around! There are their fleets on the outer edge too!"