Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

When Uranus left, the long-lasting torrential rain did not stop.

He took Gaia and Agul with him. The Alchemy Star analyzed the evaporation rate of the wormhole and concluded that it would disappear before the preparations were completed, and what would remain inside at that time was unknown.

The Falcon Team proposed a risky plan to enter the wormhole, which was rejected by XIG. Someone in the GUARD proposed to disarm and do everything possible to protect the citizens, but this was rejected on the grounds that "disarming will only lead to a faster demise."

The demonic insects were wiped out by Gaia and Agul, and the four Caesar Debisis were defeated one after another. The massive army finally subsided, and people no longer had to worry about being torn apart by the Cyclops. But with the departure of the three Ultra Warriors, the dark clouds fell in love with this land once again.

Heavenly Realm, Flaming Mountain, Deep Green.

The "future humans'" modified machines appeared one after another in the Pacific Ocean, Greenland, and the Sahara. The former, running at full power, created four tropical cyclones within ten minutes, and their momentum continued to grow. One of them swept towards the Ariel base. Fortunately, the Ariel base was located in the stratosphere near the exosphere, and the churning, raging cloud tops could not interfere with it. The anti-gravity equipment supporting it was still effective.

The two remaining XIG fighter squadrons were ordered to deal with Sky Realm and Deep Green, while Flame Mountain would be handled by the remaining forces of GUARD's North American and European divisions.

"Benefiting" from the influence of the heavens, a storm swept in again, forcing the Falcon Team and the Cool Dragon Team to fight in the rain. The wind howled over the wings like the wailing of siren.

Citizens, do not panic! The GUARD is fighting to protect us. Even without the support of the Titans, humanity can...

Never lost the will to fight...

Reiko Yoshii returns to her role after a brief hiatus, only to find the situation rapidly deteriorating. However, she cannot afford to become despondent, as people in shelters, air-raid shelters, and even those trapped in their homes or cars in the wilderness are all concerned about her.

"So what if I haven't lost my fighting spirit? It's just a matter of whether I die gracefully or ugly." The man trapped in the dilapidated building touched the "off" button, rubbed his thumb around it a few times, and then put it down. He relaxed and slumped onto the sofa covered in white plaster and ash, watching the only television he could receive.

The picture was unreliable, and he couldn't go out to buy a beer even though he wanted one. So, when the TV screen was malfunctioning again, he could only look out the window and bet with himself whether the building would collapse first or the monster would arrive first.

When facing death, people tend to become philosophers. He recalls everything from the mud he played in as a child to the izakayas where office workers live, and finally returns to the longing to see his parents one last time.

"I should leave with some dignity," he thought, brushing the dust off his clothes and walking to the window that was cracked in two. The darker the outside environment, the clearer the reflection in the glass. He stretched his neck and carefully smoothed his unkempt, messy hair.

The power supply was still working, and the buildings were sparsely lit, looking precariously damaged by the wind and rain.

He compassionately recounted each room, realizing that in this catastrophe, they would likely be among the same group of ghosts heading to the underworld. He just wondered, since all those who knew the myth were dead, did the mythical underworld still exist?

In the distance, another light came on, and he silently added one to the unlucky man's number. He looked closely and realized that it was clearly a fireball with a long, thin tail of flame.

"A meteorite hitting Earth, it's really going to destroy us." He muttered to himself with a hint of pleasure; dying like that was better than being eaten by a monster.

As the fireball scraped across the atmosphere, it emitted a sharp buzzing sound. Its smooth arc swept across the clouds, getting closer and brighter until it finally obscured the lights of the building opposite. Yet, its size was rather small—a fireball about fifty meters tall, yet as big as the sun.

The fireball hovered over the city, its brilliant light and constantly billowing flames obscuring its interior, making it appear as a large, burning ball of light. Rainwater that came within three meters of it evaporated, turning into white mist.

It lingered for a while, and as people wondered "why didn't this shooting star fall," it suddenly rose from the ground, soaring into the sky against the rain clouds, and disappeared without a trace.

……

"Not the enemy?" At the Geo base, the members of the astronomical research team breathed a sigh of relief. Nakai Ryo also wiped his forehead: "I thought it was a monster sent by the enemy. Looking at the spectral data..."

XIG's operator, Georgie, was so excited she almost jumped for joy: "It's the silver giant! He's coming this way! He's pushing something, but it's blocked by the light screen so we can't see it clearly. Could it be that he's brought my dream back?"

“The size is definitely wrong,” Atsuko Sasaki said, “and at this speed… we’re going to crash into each other!!!”

Ariel Base, the platform in front of the command tower.

After the blinding light dimmed, the logistics personnel rushed out, their mouths agape, staring blankly at the "alien spaceship" that had appeared out of nowhere.

Pastor walked to the porthole and happened to see Ishimuro Akio, who was also staring at them, looking like the human from the "Earth Age" as described in the book.

A complex mix of familiarity and strangeness lingered in his heart, and he murmured, "This is... another Earth..."

"Hey! There's someone over there!" The sharp-eyed base logistics officer spotted a figure near the alien spaceship. He couldn't help but notice that although the person was hidden by the light from the levitation system at the bottom of the spaceship, there were still specks of light that occasionally appeared on their body and disappeared into the air.

The heat was intense just by getting close. The spaceship had already come to a stop, and the logistics team realized that the source of the heatwave was actually the "humans" nearby. This was an unprecedented situation that left them hesitant: "Should we call a doctor or... pour water to cool them down?"

Pito, who was left on the deck, rubbed against them. It was only because others couldn't see it that they could have witnessed a hamster constantly nudging people's faces, trying to wake them up.

Pito didn't know what Aiba Yu liked most. If it were Kinoshita Kei lying there, he could at least list more "wives" than he could count on two hands. But it was Aiba Yu. Pito remembered that he had thrown away salted fish, disliking the sticky seafood smell, and had no special attitude towards the swordsman and the long-legged mature woman. He had only reached out to pet the fat cat on the snow-covered roof.

"I'm sorry, I'm too weak to turn into that cat anymore." Pito whispered in Aiba Yu's ear, squeezing under his neck, trying to hear the healthy blood flowing in his arteries.

"Have you seen Xiao Jing and the others? Where did they go?" He murmured softly, perhaps mimicking the timidity of a hamster. He curled up into a fluffy ball, and you could see the rise and fall of his heartbeat: "Only you are left... But it's okay, at worst we can turn into stone stars. Or should we take the children and run away?"

He rubbed against him again with his downy fur: "Can you hear me?"

"I heard it! I heard it!" The unfamiliar voice startled Pito.

"Who...who are you?"

"Cosmic-level welder and high-class chauffeur," the slime extended a long, thin claw along the crack in its skin and waved it before immediately retracting it. "You're Earth consciousness, right? Stop babbling like you're giving your last words. Do you have any energy left? Send some over. This machine is out of oil and leaking oil. If this keeps up, it really won't be able to run!"

Pito paused for a moment: "The energy from before was given to Xiao Jing. There's only the energy I've accumulated in the last ten years. And some of that energy has been given away one after another. There's not much left now."

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"Xiao Jing?" The slime didn't recognize who he was talking about for a moment.

“Uranus, when he first arrived he wouldn’t wake up, so I gave him all my support,” Pyto said, uttering words that sent chills down the other person’s spine: “Then he ‘betrayed’ us, just after injuring Gaia and Agul and going into the wormhole, sob, my poor child…”

The hamster, with tears streaming down its face, huddled up and cried as it gave away all the stock it had accumulated over the years. The slime felt a little less pressure to weld, but was still annoyed by its crying: "How can such a planetary consciousness produce two giants of light? We've been researching for hundreds of years and have nothing. It's true what they say, comparisons are odious."

Pito was a mediocre talent, but fortunately, the Ariel base and Pastor and others were reliable enough to communicate with the translator on board the spaceship and reach a consensus immediately—to restore the remaining human host to some condition first.

“There is data on the ‘Migration’ fleet and monster weapons on board,” Pastor said, holding a card in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, but then solemnly handed it to Akio Ishimuro. “I can’t bring myself to fly a ship and attack my own people, but the data… is what Samuel is going to give you. He saved us, and we have no reason to hold onto the data.”

The thin card contained the access rights that Pastor and others had seized when they broke away from the expeditionary force; of course, only their devices could read the data of the "future people."

The members of Alchemy Star received the news and are risking their lives to reach the Ariel base. XIG does not have enough manpower to protect their aircraft, so the local army provides the defense.

“‘Angel’ Zog’s data is top secret; we don’t have it,” Pastor added.

This was his first meeting with the XIG commander, but the man's capable military bearing reminded him of his comrades in the Expeditionary Force, so he spoke with a touch of closeness and regret: "If we can survive this calamity... let's not repeat our mistakes."

Meanwhile, the base's doctor was summoned, and he was stunned when he saw the drifting light particles: "I studied human medicine." Not alien medicine.

"Isn't this a human?" The burly logistics man in the orange shirt pointed at the East Asian man's profile.

With a ring of bright, shiny eyes, the doctor decided to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

He put on rubber gloves and crouched down, immediately reaching for his neck to check his heartbeat. He couldn't find a heartbeat, but his hand was first covered in particles of light that hadn't yet risen. The golden droplets felt like boiling water as they flowed over him, instantly scalding a large patch of skin red, even through the gloves.

But instead of reflexively shaking off his hand, he restrained his instincts and quickly assessed the situation: "There are too many wounds, so we need to clean them first. We don't know if the IV drip will have the opposite effect... saline solution, and dressings!"

"Alginate?" the nurse asked.

"Alginate? Where did the sodium ions come from to react and produce gel? Does this blood look like it contains iron or calcium? Give me bandages and gauze!"

The nurse obediently dragged over a trolley, and the "future man" who disembarked with Pastor whispered to each other, his translator simultaneously interpreting: "According to our plan to support Uranus in the 'Earth Age,' what he needs is light energy."

The doctor looked up at him, his eyes filled with confusion.

……

Northwest Pacific Ocean.

Three thousand meters from the "celestial realm," the Falcon Team deployed for observation from a safe area. Communication was briefly restored when Gaia and Agul first dispersed the clouds, but became unusable again as the rain clouds unfolded once more.

All the teams that were deployed were fighting alone, relying entirely on their captains' adaptability. Fortunately, they had made contingency plans for the "Celestial Realm," and the one that landed now was similar to the previous one. However, without the support of the "Resentment" aggregate, its destructive power and structural strength were even lower, which gave the three members of the Falcon Team confidence.

Team Cool Dragon was not as lucky as them. Three fighter jets flew to the Sahara. "Deep Green" buried itself in a jungle. When Tadano Kei saw the oasis at her feet, she even had the idea of ​​"letting them green the desert for a while longer" until she saw a section of forest suddenly collapse about 200 meters in diameter, as if someone had dug a big hole there.

The team members didn't react immediately, but Miho Inari deduced the cause of the collapse—"Dark Green" only cares about propagating forests, so where does the water it relies on for growth come from? Besides the coastal pump pressure filtration, the most convenient source is naturally groundwater, and one of the consequences of excessive groundwater extraction is ground subsidence.

"Future humans" do not need to consider the destructive effects of modifying machines, nor can they take care of the biodiversity of the native Earth. They only need to modify the surface of the earth according to their own wishes to make it "rich" and have economic and resource value.

Small-scale subsidence is not a problem in uninhabited areas, but the effects of "deep green" are spreading rapidly and, if left unchecked, will soon infiltrate villages along seasonal rivers.

The ground forces of GUARD's North Africa division were almost entirely wiped out in the attacks of the Destroyer Worms and Paskiku. The troops of member states took over the task, with a small number of bomber squadrons carrying napalm in hopes of stopping the spread of "Dark Green".

Among them were insulation experts from Burkina Faso, Nasiri, who was working at the Geo base. They deployed their only two bombers.

The machines are old, but they have been carefully maintained. Originally used as key weapons in coups and civil wars, after the establishment of GUARD, the peace-loving nation finally gave them their original mission—to protect their own people.

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Television stations are happy to see people resolving problems with high spirits, and announcers of all skin colors deliver every piece of inspiring news on screen. Faced with life-or-death choices, there are always people willing to fight and spread hope.

This is contrary to Lucifer's and the migrating fleet's predictions.

A ship slowly emerged from the wormhole; it was the vanguard's command ship, flanked by several cruiser-class frigates lined up in a row.

The transmitter embedded in the bow of the ship flashed rhythmically, and the television broadcast was cut off. After a few seconds of static, an unfamiliar face appeared.

That was the appearance of "future humans" after adapting to the cosmic environment, which seemed bizarre to the aesthetics of modern Earthlings, reminiscent of the uncanny valley effect. Behind him was a metal wall reflecting a shimmering blue light, with a string of printed characters lying across it—perhaps their identifier.

"I am April Miratti, the joint commander of the fifth and sixth defense lines of the Solar System's main base, from the 'Earth era'," he said expressionlessly, his lifeless eyes blinking occasionally as if they were filled with glass marbles. "I hereby inform you that this planet has been requisitioned by us."

"As fellow human beings originating from Earth, you need not feel sad or angry, for this is still the continuation of human civilization..."

Chapter 185 Prelude to the Counterattack

"Continue my foot!"

Before the logistics guy at Ariel's base, whose veins were bulging from watching, could utter a sound, Pastor had already started cursing. The AI ​​kindly translated in a mechanical voice: "Continue my ass."

The logistics guy, who was about to unleash a torrent of words and was seething with anger, suddenly choked up. He turned to look at the "future man," who was even more furious than himself. He looked a bit like the guy on TV.

"Grandpa, have you finally developed Alzheimer's? The special medicine couldn't stabilize your increasingly erratic brain cells?" Pastor, sporting the same light blond hair and gray eyes, roared from afar, "You told me 'You should go back to Earth, Earth has our ancestors,' and now you're speaking like a human being?!"

Instead, it was Ishimuro Akio who calmed him down: "Don't get agitated, are you sure he is..."

"Old man! My father! He lived for over two hundred years and had about thirty children. He was known as the 'Master of Gu Breeding'. When I was born, he was old enough to be my grandfather. When he gets a little older, I'll promote him to the ancestor!"

Pastor clearly had complicated feelings for his father. Although he was disrespectful with his words, he lowered his voice as he spoke: "Well, he did raise us with care, but how did it turn out like this?"

The expeditionary force member who escaped with him put his arm around his shoulder: "People change. We've been in Andromeda for quite some time now. Besides, someone of his level must know about the 'Red Jade,' and may have even come into contact with it before. You know what those people look like."

Pastor understood that he was referring to the mountain of flesh covering the "Red Jade," and the appearance of those people, especially their dull eyes, was somewhat similar to the old man now.

No matter what, he was still his closest relative. How could he not have noticed the changes in the other person? Pastor scolded him for being senile, but he actually wished that the other person really did have senile dementia.