Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"You can leave anytime, you just don't want to go."

The slime breathed a sigh of relief: "Not bad, it's a black-hearted vessel, but it's not completely stupid. We have a good chance of escaping!"

Samuel's vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, and his hearing was equally unreliable. He saw that the spatial passage had not collapsed and the "future people's" fleet was still trapped inside, which reassured him somewhat.

The slime cursed, "Damn it, what was that thing that suddenly exploded? When did they learn how to make self-destructing trucks?" While doing everything it could, it felt like it was trying to tie two trains going in opposite directions together with threads. The train drivers, completely ignoring its efforts, instead said "thank you" and gave it a burst of fuel that would make the wheels cheer.

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The sea of ​​stars, where light particles were slowly drifting, was instantly ignited and turned into a scorching sea of ​​fire.

Caught off guard by the "future humans'" fleet, who were still sampling and analyzing light particles, some researchers' symptoms flared up again, and they called on the front lines to collect more samples so they could continue their research on the giants of light in the "Earth Age".

The light particles drifting on the outside, already sampled and sent into the ship, all followed their master's will and poured all their remaining energy into burning fiercely. The flames burst forth, instantly shattering the sample container and the relatively fragile seams between the hull and the portholes.

The ships, immersed in the sea of ​​starlight, were swallowed up by the fiery serpents that writhed like dragons in the next moment.

Chapter 183 The Waters of Canglang (4K)

The ships twisted under the scorching flames, and the monster weapons of the "future humans" burned in the fire, their skin cracked and charred, being torn into ash as they marched forward on command, their textures exposed, only to turn into new ash and smoke in the next layer of burning.

The vast sea of ​​light transformed into a raging torrent of dragons and snakes, and the brilliant torrent crashed and raged through the desolate spatial passage. Kinoshita Kei saw the familiar giant standing in the center of the sea of ​​fire, with ships and monsters approaching while their flames roared.

Samuel struggled to raise the light blade, but his strategy of aiming straight for the vital point remained clear. If he missed once, he would try a second or third time. If all else failed, he would try to maneuver and hold out as long as possible, at least until his opponent was reduced to ashes in the scorching sea of ​​fire.

Flames occasionally obscured the shadows of the battle, and Kinoshita Kei always felt that he would be like glass struck by a heavy hammer in the next attack, perhaps turning into a wandering firefly at some point, lingering in the sea of ​​gold.

But he also felt that the silver giant would not lose. He was still shining, his milky white and warm eyes were still bright, and the blade in his hand was shimmering with light, so clear that it seemed to be able to cut through smoke and wash away dust.

Kinoshita Kei began to struggle again, feeling that he should do something, just like every time he fell into a slump.

Thinking back, when he was doubting himself, it was his fellow countryman who said, "The light emanating from you grows stronger every day." Although he still doesn't know if his fellow countryman was lying to him, it certainly made him happy for a long time. Then there was the failed attempt to awaken Uranus. He saw his fellow countryman dragging his longsword and severing Zolim's giant claws. He cleaved a path through the flowing clouds and raging fire, and the radiance from the longsword illuminated the heavens and the earth, as well as his own eyes.

"If my fellow villagers were also suppressed beneath this sea of ​​consciousness, like that aggregate of 'resentment' rebelling against the heavens, what would he do?" Kinoshita Kei stretched out his hand with all his might. This ocean seemed boundless, and the distance he reached was but a drop in the ocean, yet he still tried his best. He didn't know how to expand his senses to find his hands and feet again, but he knew—

"This is my body! You old coin who usurped my place! With your talent, wouldn't saving the entertainment industry be more promising than being the final boss? How old are you, you old bastard? Changing your shell won't make you younger! You should go to your grave! Still want to come to my house? Dream on!"

Kinoshita Kei was dog-paddling while yelling inwardly. He knew Lucifer could definitely hear him. When it came to trash talk, he dared say that Gaia, Agul, and Samuel all together wouldn't be a match for him in one round: "Do you know what a time traveler's lair is? Ever heard of time travelers from China, Japanese high school students, and American homeless people? And 'Lucifer,' angel, huh? If you lined up all those angels, they could circle the equator twice! You're an angel without even chicken wings, and you're Lucifer the Ground Chicken?"

Lucifer sighed: "Why don't you cherish yourself?"

Kinoshita Kei huffed and puffed as she dug, deliberately mimicking his tone: "Why don't you cherish yourself? Oh, your physical body has already turned to ash, how tragic~"

"If you want to die, I don't mind sending you away now. I originally planned to let you see the prelude to a new era."

"New era my foot! You're the only one jumping around like this, what kind of new era do they have? Does their so-called 'new' mean you just changed to a new dining table?"

Lucifer stopped arguing with Kinoshita Kei. He changed from leaning back in his chair to sitting at an angle, propping his head up with one arm. He frowned as he watched the monitor, while at the same time, his sea of ​​consciousness surged with turbulent waves.

While dog-paddling, Kinoshita Kei found himself being swept towards the seabed by a sudden whirlpool—the very spot he had just emerged from.

The once calm water was no longer kind to him; he began to feel suffocated, and the pressure of the deep sea followed closely behind, almost crushing his lungs. In his dazed state, the thought flashed through his mind: "Why didn't I grow the right gills?"

His actions were not in vain; during the time Lucifer was distracted, new changes occurred in the outside world.

A gray-painted ship flew in from afar.

The most conventional cruiser-class ships were unremarkable, yet they were encased in a shimmering canopy. It was a protective barrier left by Samuel; the flames of light particles recognized it and went around it, allowing the ships to pass.

[I am Lieutenant Colonel Pastor Mirati of the Andromeda Galaxy Expeditionary Force!]

Plain text communication expands even faster than light and flame, like an invisible long wind blowing from the forefront of the "future man" fleet all the way to the rear.

[For the sake of the soldiers buried in the expeditionary force, please give me a few minutes, and I will tell you everything that happened starting from the 'Red Jewel'!]

This isn't a migration to a "habitable planet" at all; we're invading Earth in another universe!

The ship stopped beside Samuel, who looked down and saw someone peering at him through the porthole, baring their teeth and waving their fist, as if to say, "I'll remember you knocked me out."

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The sea of ​​fire blocked the fleet of the "future people". Some ships were preparing to fire long-range artillery. Samuel turned around and gently pulled the ship carrying Pastor and the others to his side.

Along with the speech, Pastor also shared images of the wishing orb. Shortly after the few remaining humans in the expeditionary force were also mutated, they seized control and stole a cargo ship. While pretending to "load cargo," they filmed this hellish scene of mountains of flesh.

The fleet seemed to be considering something; some ships turned around and headed towards the command ship, wanting to get an explanation from their superiors.

Takayama Gamu and Fujimiya Hiroya naturally heard the plain text communication, but they did not understand the language of the "future people" and were only shocked by the images of the wishing orbs that were transmitted.

Footsteps sounded outside the command module, but the white-haired man laughed instead. He scanned the crew members inside, including the "future human's" command core: "You want an explanation too?"

The group laughed in unison: "Isn't this old news? It can only shock those who don't know about the existence of the 'Red Jade'."

“Ah, we granted them the right to travel together, but they seem not to understand…” The white-haired man bowed to Lucifer and said, “Some dregs of the old era, please excuse my ignorance.”

As soon as he said this, the subordinate immediately understood. The "angel" who had been quietly standing outside the cabin loosened her clasped hands, slowly raised her head, and her light, long skirt moved without any wind.

Two beams of light shot from her white-blinded eyes, traversing a kilometer and piercing a ship that had turned back. Amidst the explosion, she gathered an arc of electricity in her right hand, with lightning coiling around it like snakes, and in the next second, shattered the particle defense field of a planetary ship—they were still in their positions, but a fierce argument was erupting in the command center, and Zog's attack had silenced the entire ship.

Pastor's plaintext communications were effective quickly, but they also disappeared just as quickly. Just as they were getting excited about the movements of the entire fleet, the extremely powerful crackdown plunged them back to rock bottom.

In the words of the white-haired man himself: "They are all insignificant people, which is good for them to wake up."

But Pastor didn't want to give up. The "future men" had always regarded the expeditionary force as a heroic group, and he could use this mentality to try his best to win them over.

The expeditionary force was long ago annihilated by the "Red Jade," becoming its puppets! Must we continue to pay the price for our ambitions? We still have our compatriots scattered throughout our original universe, stationed on planets in the outer solar system. Should we abandon them? People of the Mirati family, I know you must be here. Are the people of the Centaurus Arm new district here? Did you abandon your 3.2 billion inhabitants and flee for your lives?

Pastor and his crew received some clandestine replies from the ships, which enraged them.

You have abandoned your defense zone, abandoned your fellow citizens. This is not a migration... it is a top-down rebellion!

Not everyone has the courage to stand up and block the wheel hub like a lion—sometimes even a lion can't stop it; all it can do is roar and try to wake up the passengers.

But those willing to step forward are not here; they have either died in battle or, like the soldiers stationed at Titan, made their choices before the "migration" even began.

Those who finally dared to take the first step fell silent in the radiance of the "angels."

The remaining forces of the entire fleet consisted of eleven planetary-class ships, thirty-two garrison-class ships, fifty-seven cruiser-class ships, and a number of logistics and personnel transport groups, totaling more than a thousand ships of various sizes, carrying a total of seventy million "lucky ones" who had obtained "migration qualifications" from the solar system's main base.

All the horses are silent.

They dared neither step forward nor disobey orders to retreat, but remained in place, numbly carrying out various instructions.

Although they are powerful, they are actually a lone force. Their numbers of seventy million are insignificant in the entire universe. The intelligent robots provide the equivalent of the labor of several people, but they cannot provide the psychological comfort that their kind can.

They can only stick together and rely on each other, either take a step forward and rush through the wormhole to live and thrive together, or become drifters in the universe, waiting for the aimless journey to slowly strangle the team in the tug-of-war between hope and despair.

The Earthlings in this universe are fighting a desperate battle, and aren't the "future people" who have descended from another universe also fighting a desperate battle?

The space passage is rapidly evaporating; they have no way out.

Of the entire fleet, aside from the idiots who were clueless and thought to be fools sent to the countryside, and the madmen whose minds were consumed by the desire for conquest, only Lucifer maintained a cheerful mood.

Kinoshita Kei knew this because the current situation was exactly what he wanted to see.

The war between the "future humans" and the aliens has reached its end, and Lucifer needs fresh material to keep his plans going. Ironically, the white-haired man and his team are unaware of Lucifer's true intentions; the "dregs of the old era" are, in effect, a metaphor for themselves.

The leading ships perished in the flames, and the rear guard was ordered to advance. Some ships and monster weapons charged forward, while others remained in place, silently shutting down all communications as if awaiting their doom.

"Aren't we a race that left our galaxy?" someone whispered from under the porthole. "Now it seems we're running away? Like he said, abandoning countless of our own kind, like locusts in the universe... devouring 'ourselves' in another universe?"

Those who also stopped working and looked blankly outside shook their heads:

I don't know. Maybe it's because the power to leave Earth actually comes from the 'Red Jewel,' and we've never really left on our own. Doesn't this war prove that? Without the 'Red Jewel,' the bubble burst.

The intelligent robot glided by with a beeping sound, and the next moment, a stream of intense light engulfed the silent ship.

The situation deteriorated far beyond expectations, and Pastor witnessed a sweep.

The "angels'" execution ability is beyond doubt. After filtering out those who do not obey orders, the source of their secret communication is completely eliminated.

Kinoshita Kei heard a knocking sound coming from outside the tightly closed metal door of the command cabin, followed by a burst of gunfire and a peculiar buzzing sound, much like the activation of a laser.

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

The metal door swung open with a hiss, and a team stepped in to report to their superiors. Behind them, an intelligent robot swept across the passage, leaving it spotless.

The surveillance footage shows a silver giant leading a spaceship toward the wormhole.

With the situation beyond saving, Samuel wouldn't leave them to die. Ignoring Pastor's protests, he accelerated toward Earth beyond the wormhole—the "future man" was making a desperate gamble. He would inevitably face the entire fleet and monster weapons, especially the "angel." He needed to transmit data about the enemy, and the Alchemy Star would surely be able to extract useful intelligence quickly. Perhaps Earth's armed forces would still have a fighting chance.

The command ship noticed his movements, and the white-haired man was about to issue an interception order when he suddenly felt Lucifer's gaze. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat and asked Lucifer for his permission.

Lucifer's answer, however, was off-topic. He stared at the giant on the monitor and slowly said, "Gaia and Agul are right here. He doesn't seem to be reacting. Does he think that spaceship is more important, or... has he already lost touch with it?"

The giant emerged from the sea of ​​fire, his body enveloped in flames. Fine cracks opened and closed, constantly releasing particles of light that instantly transformed into new streams of fire as they dissipated. Lucifer, without much deduction, obtained the answer he sought; he halted the interception order. The eerie light on the screen flickered, casting an extremely long shadow of the armchair that blended seamlessly with the metal bulkhead.

“Let him go, and then win the battle,” Lucifer said. “The most effective way to defeat a team is not to rely on superior strength and charge in recklessly. You’re used to the support of the Ruby. Do I have to teach you how to fight?”

The white-haired man and his team stood up straight. The white-haired man spoke first: "Yes, the most effective way is to strike hard when there seems to be a turning point, eliminate the most steadfast resistance, and then wait for the enemy to collapse on their own."

The wormhole rotated silently, like a black sun swallowing all light.

A giant flew towards it, escorting a ship, leaving a dazzling trail in its wake. The embers of its flames billowed into the air, like moths with burned wings struggling to flap their wings until they were annihilated into dust.

Pastor pounded the bulkhead in frustration. He hated himself for joining the expeditionary force, and he hated himself even more for wanting to salvage everything but being powerless to do so.

Samuel flew forward with them, and ships of the "future people" flashed past the windows one by one, as if waiting for inspection. Pastor knew that they were not all just blindly following orders without any independent thought. No one was a fool, and those who had obtained the "migration qualification" were even less likely to be fools.

But perhaps their mistake was that they were too clever; after weighing the pros and cons, they joined what seemed to be the "most promising" migration group, and then they could never get off.

Because those who command the ships kill, while the migrants yearn to live.

The path paved with light was magnificent and splendid, and the cold metal hulls of the ships were also stained with intense color, but they remained silent, silent... until the light cooled down.

People looked up and saw the black sun hanging high in the sky.

Chapter 184 Stars Fall and Dippers Turn