Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

His response at the time resembled that of a martyr who knew he was going to die: "I have nothing to gain, nothing to lose, I just want to destroy it safely, that is the final meaning of my life."

It took the assistant a long time to accept the fact that the prize he had almost won had slipped away, while Masaki Keigo simply said, "I understand. Continue to protect his safety in secret and wait a while longer."

The assistant didn't quite understand the idea of ​​wasting manpower and resources on stubborn elements, but whether it was Tsune Aya, Masaki Keigo, or even Tango Yuuji, who had just secretly joined at the time, they all agreed to continue to observe.

"Is it hard to understand?" The assistant regarded Tsuneyuki Satsuki as a confidante. The legendary dancer always seemed to offer help and guidance casually when others needed it most, leaving a lasting impression like a dragonfly skimming the water.

The assistant was at a loss when Tsuneya Sumire appeared: "Have you heard of 'Albert Wimotts'?"

The assistant shook his head. Albert Wimotts was famous in the field of bombs, but the assistant was in bioengineering and rarely delved into other fields.

Tiaoyue Xuansha spoke softly: "Albert Wimotts, the designer of the 'Mother of All Bombs,' also known as the GBU-43 Massive Ordnance Air Bomb, weighed 9.5 tons. The high-temperature fireball generated by the secondary detonation could reach 2500 degrees Celsius, and the overpressure shock wave propagated at a speed of thousands of meters per second. Its most famous example is the 'Amelia Massacre.'"

The assistant was still bewildered. He had already opened his phone to search online, but Tiao Yuexuansha gently pressed the standby button and continued, "That tragedy melted over 1000 civilians. They were vaporized, leaving only black, human-shaped traces on the walls—they died at least instantly. Many more died from the high-temperature gases because the automatic fire extinguishing devices in the air-raid shelters activated, instantly heating the sprayed water into high-temperature steam. At the same time, the explosion consumed a large amount of oxygen, and many people suffocated to death in the inferno..."

“Albert Wimotts saw the photos taken at the scene, and he often looked at them in the three months before his death. People say he died of guilt,” Tsui Ayasha said. “It’s normal that you don’t know, it happened many years ago.”

“Feeling guilty, Miss Ayaka, are you saying that Dr. Nezu also feels guilty?” the assistant said. “But I remember that apart from some equipment being blown up in the laboratory, there didn’t seem to be any casualties.”

“Yes,” Tsune Ayase stood up gracefully. “The only death record is that of Dr. Nezu’s daughter. Zilda Gas took her life and also the rest of Dr. Nezu’s life. In his predicament, he devoted himself to destroying the invention that he had once pinned his hopes on. Now he is like Albert Wimotts, who is caught in guilt. Masaki and Tango can understand his mentality. It’s probably a resonance among researchers.”

“This is troublesome. What if it involves your own daughter…” The assistant was unmarried and had no children, but he could understand the feeling of losing a loved one. Dr. Nezu’s stubbornness was indeed understandable.

He sympathized with the other party but was even more worried about the organization's development: "It seems that it will be very difficult to win him over."

Time will heal all wounds.

"Tsukiko Kasumi looks young and beautiful, but she speaks like an old woman. Her assistant was stunned for a moment, unsure whether it was because he was affected by her slightly sad smile or because he was hurt by the light shining in from outside."

The train of her skirt swirled gently, and embroidered cherry blossoms and butterflies seemed ready to take flight in the sunlight. The dancer's smile was faint: "Time cannot heal all wounds, but it can at least make them appear intact. We can only persuade Dr. Nezu when that time comes. You need to be more patient, little assistant."

……

"Be a little more patient," the assistant told himself.

Under the guise of testing, they arrived at the waters designated by Yuji Tango, southwest of Cape Nemo, in a secluded ocean.

If testing powerful underwater bombs is to be done, a place with virtually no biodiversity and no ship traffic would be ideal. This is also beneficial for the organization. TPC has limited control over its South American and African branches, and its South Pacific branch, due to some political issues, is located on an island rather than on land, making it weak. Their operations are not as restricted as they are in the Northern Hemisphere.

If there's any factor that makes them restrain themselves in the South Pacific, it's probably the monster codenamed "Samuel," a die-hard TPC loyalist.

Out of caution, this operation was disguised as a "weapon test for the TPC South American branch." It is believed that after hearing that it was "accidental injury by one of their own," that monster would only swallow its anger.

Of course, breaking with TPC would also be great. Those idealistic good kids should face the harsh realities of the universe sooner rather than later. Instead of seizing every opportunity to improve everything, what's the point of playing with the "Regulations" and conventions for peaceful coexistence with aliens? Only when you're strong enough will aliens listen to you!

Besides, what's the use of protecting Earth so well? Masaki Keigo and the others all know that R'lyeh is the ruler of Earth. When it awakens, Earth will be plunged into eternal night. To this day, they have not found a way to confront it head-on. Their final conclusion is: it would be better to use the spaceships of the aliens they can cooperate with to send the Earthlings out as soon as possible.

The rulers treat Earth as a cradle, so they simply send it to us. Humanity will inevitably venture into the universe sooner or later, so we might as well take its awakening as an opportunity to accelerate the guidance of the "new humanity" and allow human civilization to truly embrace the starry sky.

The genetically modified "new humans" would be a species capable of surviving in the harsh environment of the universe and possessing what we now consider to be almost superpowers. Earth is their origin, but it is by no means an indispensable nest.

Keigo Masaki, and most of the people in the organization, agreed on the approach of rising from the ashes in a crisis.

Their strength and the grand ambitions of the "new humans" are still too weak in the face of modern civilization that has been developed over thousands of years. Great changes and disasters will be the opportunity for the development of the "new humans" plan. Only by undergoing a "painful baptism" can they open up a new future.

Chapter 86 "Operation Crossroads"

[C907 has detected the target at bearing 5, ascending at 30 knots. Sonar has locked on.]

The battle plan unfolded in sequence, with two submarines from the TPC South American branch silently encircling the enemy like sharks smelling blood.

These submarines are inherited from the previous generation of the defense force and are far behind the HMS Dolphin, but they have the advantage of maintaining wartime-era payload capacity. If the HMS Dolphin is a fighter jet, then these two submarines are the standard for large transport aircraft.

The Dolphin-class submarine prioritizes maneuverability and has more scientific research value than combat value. The cockpit seats two people and is cramped, not to mention the limited ammunition it can carry. The C907, with its teardrop-shaped basic hull, signifies its design as an attack submarine. After the establishment of TPC, it was renamed the "Clam-class," derived from "clam," reflecting the TPC South American branch's high hopes for its continued service across generations.

Two massive black fish, each with a displacement of 52000 tons, lie dormant at a minimal speed when still, making almost imperceptible noise; when they move, they propel over 20,000 tons of seawater forward, creating a true underwater storm.

Unlike the South American branch's expectation that the submarines would achieve success, Masaki Keigo did not actually expect the two submarines to cooperate with the patrol fleet to successfully complete the plan.

To guide the "new generation," it is essential to understand current mainstream ideologies.

Whether online or within the TPC, most people still hold considerable confidence in the nuclear weapons of the previous generation. One argument is that, if not for the fear of environmental pollution, any monster would be obliterated by a nuclear bomb. Some have even praised the nuclear bomb as "inspired by stars, a burning force in the universe."

Even within the organization, some researchers harbor outdated fantasies. This is entirely understandable, given that the organization has many old fogies, many of whom are just black-and-white photographs from textbooks. Before seeing them in person, Masaki Keigo thought they had all died long ago.

Their thinking may remain as flexible as it was during their prime, and they may have some understanding of the cutting-edge technologies of this century, such as the research on the annihilation of matter and antimatter. Even if they acknowledge and devote themselves to studying the technologies of the new era, the influences they received in their youth are not so easily changed.

Masaki Keigo needs to use this experiment to shatter their illusions, and the guidance should begin from within the organization.

He named this operation "Crosspoint," which signifies the next direction of weapons development and even the fate of the project.

After the storm, the ocean was as gentle as a pond in front of my house; only a stone thrown in could create a ripple. Three pristine white ships patrolled the surface, their radars and various detection devices, almost covering their entire surfaces, working in tandem with a deep-sea probe, revealing the underwater landscape from...

Imaging is constructed at various levels.

Another objective of "Operation Crossroads" is to gain insight into R'lyeh, the ancient underwater city.

At first, no one knew its location, but the movements of the tomb keepers provided them with guidance. As the ancient city streets gradually became clear on the screen, Masaki Keigo felt that the trip had been worthwhile.

"Rest assured, Professor Masaki, our 'Klan-class' submarines and 'Zunami-class' long-range heavy nuclear warhead torpedoes will achieve the desired results." The head of the ocean patrol team thought he was nervous because he was staring at the screen.

Masaki Keigo still looks young. Even with his many accolades, he is still considered a young lad by the person in charge. He believes his speech will stabilize morale and is just right.

Little did he know that Masaki Keigo, while outwardly polite, had already labeled him as a "fool" in his heart.

The person in charge proudly introduced to him: "'Zunami' torpedo, each vessel carries eleven missiles. It is also known as a 'nuclear-powered unmanned underwater vehicle'. It carries a 2000-megaton nuclear warhead and has a theoretical range that covers the entire globe. It uses supercavitation technology and its speed far exceeds that of the Soviet Union's rocket-propelled 'Shkval' torpedo, reaching an astonishing 350 knots."

Masaki Keigo patiently waited for him to finish speaking.

“Even if the target finds it, it’s useless,” the person in charge waved his arm. “Considering the environmental impact, we don’t fire all our warheads, but even just one can vaporize everything within 1500 meters. We once made it explode 1200 meters below a target ship, and the target ship was completely vaporized.”

“Ah, very good,” Masaki Keigo commented dryly, “Amazing data for a nuclear torpedo.”

But by today's standards, that's completely inadequate. For one thing, 350 knots is only Mach 0.5, while Melba's flight speed is Mach 6. Although one is in the air and the other in the water, he didn't believe the monster codenamed "Samuel" would be slower than Mach 0.5 in water.

We can only hope that the kill radius mentioned by the person in charge will actually cover the target.

Waiting is always agonizing.

The silent, deep blue makes one drowsy.

The target's initial ascent speed wasn't fast, but it suddenly accelerated midway, reaching a speed of 30 knots, almost impossible to capture on camera. It took the sonar a moment to relock onto it. The person in charge was stunned for a moment, then heard Masaki Keigo's furious roar:

"What are you waiting for? Order the launch! Are you going to wait for it to escape and then set off fireworks to celebrate?!"

……

Deep in the ocean.

Forty-eight stone pillars stand in the four directions of the ancient city, and the silver light flowing through the carvings shimmers like breathing, illuminating the broken bricks and tiles.

Besides maintaining the stability of R'lyeh's seal, they also have the task of absorbing the dissipated energy from the Dark Ruler.

It needs to be replaced frequently, otherwise the material cannot bear the load. Once it breaks, the slowly dissipated energy will be released suddenly, causing unexpected adverse effects.

Therefore, Samuel had an unspoken agreement with Director Sawai to "take regular leave." Every now and then, he would spend two days returning to R'lyeh, and Director Sawai would coordinate with Staff Officer Nanbara to reconcile their statements. They would then hold a "secret meeting" and recruit new recruits to "help out" at the General Staff.

The magnificent ancient capital, even today, cannot match the height of the hundred-meter-high stone pillars. When Samuel squatted on the pillars to carve, he could see all the surrounding mountains from a great height.

From the highest tower, where Yu Lian, the commander of the Earth Guard, often conversed with the giants; to the government hall square, the largest gathering place and speech venue, Samuel remembered that there were twenty-seven marble steps, and whenever there was an important matter, officials would stand on the highest step to read it out.

Occasionally, some overly excited preachers, for example after a victory, would rush down the steps like the wind to the gathered crowd, shouting at them face to face, and then the crowd would join in the sound waves, disturbing Samuel's sleep.

At that time, only Soruka was truly pleased, because most of the crowd praised them. Samuel could only strain his sleepy eyelids to watch Soruka laugh and mutter, "I'm not that great either," "Oh dear, that's too much of a compliment," and so on.

Daya was quieter than him, but all he did was chuckle to himself. Paratia, on the other hand, was much more talkative, often praising Soruka and the others to whoever was nearby.

Most of the time, Samuel was crouching beside her. His appearance as a "great monster" was feared, and only the bold dared to approach him. The only ones who could get close to his mouthful of serrated teeth were giants and Paratia, with whom he had spent a long time.

Samuel had just completed his mission with Soruka and was so sleepy he could fall asleep at any moment when Paratia arrived. She reached out and slapped the scales on the "great monster's" chin with a loud "bang." Samuel half-opened his eyelids and watched as the ant-like little people jumped around praising them to the skies.

Paratia wasn't afraid when the monster bared its teeth at her. She knew that the seemingly fierce "great monster" was actually not as scary as it looked. She would just casually add, "The great monster is very good at brushing its teeth. It's cleaner than Gedi's."

When did I stoop so low as to compare cleanliness with a dog?! Samuel's telekinesis was so weak at the time that it was practically nonexistent, and he didn't know how to shrink his body, otherwise he would have definitely found a pile of cotton to stuff himself in to plug his ears.

At this point, Soruka would certainly kick him while he's down, saying bluntly, "Paladia is right, our Samuel is different."

I'll support you my foot!

Samuel considered countless ways to "take revenge," and also imagined the shock they would feel when they found out he was actually human.

But the past glory has vanished like smoke, and when the "Great Monster" returned, he was left alone guarding the empty capital and the sleeping ruler.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Samuel said to Gatanjah, whose head he remembered growing upside down.

He swam slowly upwards, the underwater ruins growing smaller and smaller beneath his feet until they disappeared into the deep blue, no longer visible, with only the occasional glimmer of light from the stone pillars remaining.

Like a lonely star hanging alone in the cold night.

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Raging Fire Torrent

When the sonar locked onto Samuel, Samuel also detected it.

Two submarines from the TPC South American branch—only a relatively new branch like this could escape the public outcry against the TPC regarding the "peace agreement" from the very beginning of the headquarters' establishment, and retain the weapon systems from the defense forces.

Did they see him as a dangerous monster lurking in the ocean? Samuel wondered.

Samuel could clearly hear the water churned up by the submarine as it moved. He had intended to ignore it and leave, but could the submarine possibly turn into a spaceship and fly up into the sky to chase after him?

He looked away and continued to ascend, a sense of crisis suddenly rising within him—he heard the sound of the hatch opening and closing.

What does it mean when a submarine opens and closes its hatches underwater? Is it because it suddenly encounters a density difference, is falling off a cliff, and is about to sink, requiring an emergency surfacing? Or has it locked onto a target and launched an attack?

The waters near Point Nemo are so stable that it's hard to find even a single fish, let alone any density difference. The "life desert" in the sea is no exaggeration.

The two quiet submarines opened fire with the force of thunder and lightning, like an assassin's desperate strike when the dagger is revealed.

As the nuclear warhead torpedoes roared out, the supercavitation bubbles cut through the water, producing a series of explosions that rivaled breaking the sound barrier. They trailed flames underwater, and the heat generated by their high-speed motion evaporated the seawater. After drifting a certain distance, the seawater cooled rapidly, and the resulting large number of bubbles formed a long tail behind the warhead.