Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

No words can describe the brilliance of the moment it ignites, nor can any words encompass its relentless and fierce spirit!

Like a comet hurtling toward the sun, it rushes forward at breakneck speed, its tail formed by evaporating water ice. It moves at an incredible speed through the sea, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect!

……

"Don't expect a few nuclear bombs to take down a monster weighing tens of thousands of tons. The high temperature in the core of the explosion can vaporize steel, but a 'monster' of that magnitude could crawl out even if it fell into the sun."

A soft female voice came through the communication; it was Tsuneyuki Ayaka, who was in the Northern Hemisphere communicating with the flagship of the South American branch of the ocean patrol team.

"I know, I just want them to see the result of failure, so that they can give up their obsession with nuclear weapons as soon as possible, and go back to studying antimatter, or to studying the roles of photons, electromagnetic waves, and light pressure." Masaki Keigo replied without any politeness.

As Tsukishiro smoothed out her nail polish, she praised the phone, which was on speakerphone, "You're so reliable. Has 'Operation Crossroads' already begun?"

"I think you should have heard the waves crashing on our deck." Even at a distance of nearly 3,000 meters from the sea, the shockwave from the explosion created considerable waves, causing the 10,000-ton ship to rock and roll among the undulating "hills," with white seawater rushing over the railings and splashing onto the deck.

"Hahahaha," Tsukishiro Ayaka carefully admired her nails, whether she was happy that the operation had started or happy that the nail polish she bought was of good quality, the fine gold shimmer was very pleasing to her, she said, "I have some good news for you."

"Just say what you have to say." Masaki Keigo likes to keep people in suspense, but he doesn't like others keeping him in suspense, especially the "unambitious" cyborg dancer from the last century who uses a affected young woman's voice to play guessing games with him.

Around the second launch, waves surged one after another, some even splashing directly onto the cabin windows, blurring the view in front of Masaki Keigo.

The dancer's voice, accompanied by the crashing of waves, said: "To ensure that at least biological samples can be collected, I contacted the Natanians and asked them to release the most stable experimental subject, 'Reilos'."

Tsukigami Ayaka's words made Masaki Keigo frown. On one hand, he didn't trust the Natan aliens, who were currently the most cooperative, and on the other hand, she had bypassed his role as the operation commander and released the monster test subjects.

“Reilos was born from a mutation caused by nuclear radiation, so it would be appropriate to release it in waters that had been bombed by nuclear bombs,” Masaki Keigo said. “But I don’t recall that ‘Operation Crossroads’ included this part.”

"It won't affect the operation, will it? Besides, it's a good opportunity to test Reilos's abilities with another research group. Maintaining unity and cooperation within the organization is also very difficult for me."

The ship swayed from side to side, making Masaki Keigo restless: "Aren't you afraid that Reilos will be torn apart by the 'monster'? That team wants to test whether its biological tissue undergoes radioactive decay or rotting rate when soaked in water?"

"The fact that it was torn up means that this type of mutation is not strong enough, but this is its home ground after all, and our little darling Reilos may be able to come back."

"Do as you please," Masaki Keigo sneered. "I'm arranging for the patrol to retreat. Let your little darling face the 'monster's' wrath! Search and sampling will be handled by deep-sea robots, and ship operations will begin in twenty-four hours—you've got your mind to contact the Natanians, so you'd better instruct your liaisons to tell them to contact the South Pacific..."

"I don't want to run into the 'winners' team when I'm carrying out my work, so I'll keep the data reported by the overseas monitoring stations in suspense for a while."

“You can rest assured that I can handle things,” Tiaoyue Xuansha said, unfazed by the sarcasm in his words. “I just borrowed the Tantian’s spaceship to transport Little Cutie to Mach Island in Antarctica. There are no TPC monitoring stations there. Just tell my Little Cutie that Nemo Point has radioactive seawater that it likes as a swimming pool, and it will swim there at full speed.”

Tsukishiro Ayaka said softly, "You are a researcher cooperating with the South American branch, and it is perfectly legitimate for you to come here with the ocean patrol team testing weapons. Even if the Victory Team came, we would still like to sit down with you for a cup of tea and ask you if you have seen any monsters."

Masaki Keigo's casual reply was enough to make sense.

Two minutes after the call ended, the patrol leader came to him on the swaying deck to report that the sonar had spotted a second monster, and wondered if it was a relative of the first monster they had bombed that had come to rescue it.

Masaki Keigo kept a straight face and didn't want to answer a word, mentally labeling the person in charge as a "fool." In his imagination, he held a sticky note and "slapped" it onto the person in charge's forehead, layers of sticky notes hanging down, covering his eyes and nose.

Then the person in charge said something else, which finally made Masaki Keigo stand up, his expression changing slightly.

"Our two submarines each launched six 'Zunami' torpedoes, but we only detected two explosion peaks, and the tracking signals for the other four torpedoes have disappeared!" The person in charge was sweating profusely, and the communicator in his hand kept beeping.

Once the call connected, an urgent report from the informant burst through the receiver: "Sir! The signal from the second monster has also disappeared! The first monster can no longer detect feedback signals, and it too..."

The person in charge subconsciously looked at Masaki Keigo. The researcher was best at analyzing these kinds of ghostly accidents, and Masaki Keigo was as calm as he expected. After thinking for a while, he replied: "First, confirm the results of the first two explosions. If only two warheads were successfully detonated, the radiation dose is far below the expected level. Ship operations will not have to wait for another 24 hours."

He told the person in charge, "Sail the ship directly to the vicinity of the safety line to assist the deep-sea robot in sampling and recovery. Nuclear warheads may not solve the problem, but at least they can remove some fragments."

Chapter 88 Radiation and Monsters

How powerful is a 2000-megaton nuclear explosion?

Taking Tokyo as an example, the temperature at the epicenter of the nuclear explosion would be in the hundreds of millions of degrees. The fireball generated by the explosion would cover 54.4 square kilometers, instantly engulfing the four wards of Shibuya, Shinjuku, Suginami, and Nakano. Based on the average population density of Tokyo's 23 wards, approximately 800,000 people would be vaporized. The entire city, stretching from Hachioji City in the east to Chiba Prefecture in the west, bordering Saitama Prefecture in the north and Yokohama City in the south, would suffer severe destruction.

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The radius of the heat radiation can reach 640 square kilometers, roughly equivalent to 89600 World Cup final football fields, or the size of Chongqing in 2018. People within this area will suffer third-degree burns, reaching deep into muscles and even bones and internal organs. The burns will be painless because the heat radiation will destroy pain receptors, resulting in severe scarring, disability, and deformities.

But this is not the end; the radiation dust spreading with the monsoon and ocean currents has not yet arrived.

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A radiation dust plume of 1000 rads per hour could spread across half of Honshu, covering an area of ​​2 square kilometers. People within this range would be riddled with holes at the cellular level by countless tiny, bullet-like particles, causing immediate incapacitation and a prolonged period of illness until death within a week or less, with no one spared.

The model estimates that the death toll could reach 536 million and the number of injured 742 million.

Now the idiots at TPC South America have thrown six of these things out of the launch bay.

They believed that in Nemo Point, which was neither above nor below the earth, and where the closest people were floating in the Delta Space Station, they could rest easy no matter how many large toys they detonated—the shockwaves were contained by Mother Ocean, the active ocean currents were too lazy to wade into this area, the radiation spread at an outrageous speed, and the radioactivity decayed 48 hours after the explosion, so there seemed to be no need to worry about pollution at all.

But Lulu is down there!

The two warheads that detonated first had already tossed a 10,000-ton patrol ship, which was 200 nautical miles away, around like a small boat. Six more warheads were about to hit...

Heaven knows if the big guys sleeping down there have a bad temper when they wake up.

Samuel didn't want to test Gatanjee's temper, nor did he want to know whether it would first stick its upside-down head out when it got up, or stretch out its tendrils like a thousand-armed Guanyin to yawn.

He didn't even have time to scan how many surface ships were overhead before he discovered these two ships, triggering his phobia of insufficient payload.

When the steel black fish launched a nuclear missile, he could only pour the warhead and the seawater that had just been contaminated by radiation into the Meta domain.

He never imagined that the skills he had painstakingly acquired would become a nuclear test site and a radioactive dust landfill.

The four blast peaks that the ocean patrol failed to detect went to another spatial phase, vaporizing almost all the sea ice. Samuel watched helplessly as the entire iceberg rose into the air in a fireball, disintegrated, and dissipated into smoke before reaching its highest point.

He felt that looking at the epicenter of an explosion at hundreds of millions of degrees must be a sign of his madness, so he quickly lowered his head and buried it in his wings. When the shockwave hit, his feet lost their footing, and he knew that the ice beneath his feet had also disappeared.

The entire area, a body of water large enough for a whale to frolic in, was instantly transformed into a dry sauna. It was no less intense than transporting the frozen city of Yakutsk, which was in winter at -60 degrees Celsius, from Eastern Siberia to the tranquil Aziziya in summer at 50 degrees Celsius in a single second.

He heard the scales rattling and being blown about by the fire and wind, the intense heat surging in from the outside threatening to melt him. The Meta Realm was connected to the user's body, and the high-energy particle stream generated by the nuclear explosion was trapped inside with nowhere to go, so it could only play a casual game with the innocent light particles, like a machine gun blasting a pond.

The sun's surface was hot, but that was all. In the instant of the explosion, Samuel felt as if he had entered an oven. He scratched his red-hot scales, where countless high-energy particles were surging beneath his skin, like a meteorite swarm caught in Brownian motion.

Samuel was thankful that his outer shell was sturdy enough not to be vaporized by such high temperatures, and that the structure of the light particle life form was robust enough that the scales rattled, a sound he knew was largely due to his trembling.

Fortunately, unlike ordinary people who have experienced severe radiation exposure, their chromosomes will not be shattered into pieces, their cells will not be able to regenerate, their immune system will collapse, and their entire body's tissues will peel off starting from the skin, which has the fastest metabolism, and then proceed to the digestive tract, respiratory tract, muscle dissolution, and gradual decay from the outside in. Finally, before they are brain dead, they will watch themselves become a living corpse wrapped in medical bandages, with only their heart muscle still beating.

After a while, the sauna-like area gradually condensed back into a pool of water. He decided to crawl out and check on Luluye, especially the condition of the stone pillars he had been working overtime to carve.

outside world.

The "mysterious disappearance" of the four warheads made the ocean patrol team suspect they had encountered a ghost. This was not Nemo Point but the Bermuda Triangle of the rumor universe. The person in charge stumbled and staggered on the swaying deck to find Masaki Keigo.

Halfway there, a subordinate reported that the sonar had detected a second monster, which was rapidly approaching the test site!

The person in charge calmly replied "I understand," but stared blankly after hanging up the phone.

Should we detonate two more to deal with the second one? But when they submitted the test plan, they confidently said they would "minimize the environmental impact." Now they've already dropped two, and four are missing. Who knows if they malfunctioned and sank into the sea, becoming dangerous radioactive debris? Detonating another one would be impossible to explain to headquarters, no matter how they try.

Perhaps without explanation, environmentalists could surround the South American branch's compound. TPC's South Pacific branch, which is currently hoarding coral reefs on the island like their own children, might just fly across the Pacific and take them down with them!

The most recent example is the research station in Antarctica. Are we supposed to wait until spring arrives in the Southern Hemisphere tomorrow, and have scientists bring penguins with two heads to their door and use an icebreaker to split them in half?

He dared not order the launch to continue, so he quickened his pace to find Masaki Keigo and ask him whether to stay or leave.

At the same time, R'lyeh was met by a huge black shadow.

It wasn't Samuel, who had just emerged from the steam cauldron of the Meta Realm, but Reilos, who had traveled a long way to have some fun. Heeding the words of its "keeper," it huffed and puffed its way for a day and a night, swimming all the way from Mach Island in Antarctica to Point Nemo, just for its beloved radioactive pool.

But this monster, mutated by radiation, couldn't find its favorite playground. Instead, it found a boring sea area devoid of even a single fish. The only thing that piqued its curiosity was the occasional light that shone from the seabed.

Reilos was, after all, a sea fish. Although its expanded brain due to mutation granted it considerable intelligence, it could not erase its phototactic instincts as a marine fish. The silver light on the forty-eight stone pillars was as attractive to it as the nuclear waste food silos stored on the seabed of the North Atlantic.

It rubbed its webbed claws against what used to be its cheeks and swam toward the center of the light.

Suddenly, a roar came from behind, echoing across the deep sea a thousand meters away. Reilos turned around and saw a shuttle-like shadow rapidly descending towards it!

The shadow was red, and wherever it passed, the seawater boiled and surged. It lashed the seawater with its long, thin tail, leaving towering waves behind it. The scorching shadow pierced straight into the seabed, like an ancient warrior holding a spear and exhaling, the whistling wind and battle cry accompanying the thrust striking fear into the enemy.

Reilos was indeed stunned, so much so that he did not react even when the ancient city beneath his feet disappeared and the surrounding area turned into a steaming sauna.

Samuel caught it, and it naturally saw Samuel as well.

Suddenly, Reilos, this simple monster, let out a thunderous laugh.

Chapter 89 Reilos (4k)

"Although underground nuclear tests were banned 10 years ago, nuclear tests in remote areas such as oceans and deserts have not been restricted to this day."

TPC headquarters base

Yezui observed the unusual activity originating from the South Pacific via satellite.

“Although the South American branch has records, that’s true,” he sighed, “the yield is getting higher and higher…”

Shinjo leaned closer to the screen and saw that Nori was simulating the spread of radioactive materials. He advised, "It's so far from the coastline and in international waters. Even if the simulation is successful, no one will care. Not every branch has a team like ours. For them, nuclear weapons are the best equipment. They have no choice but to test them."

Lina hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

"I know we can't stop it, and it's not something we can control." Ye Rui practically buried himself in the screen. He knew that simulating the spread of radioactive material was a complete waste of time. Could he possibly persuade the South American branch to move an entire area of ​​seawater, which was worth hundreds of millions of tons? Even if the South American branch agreed, they would still have to be able to do it!

He pushed Xincheng aside, not wanting to hear his nagging anymore: "I'm just too bored and want to find something to do, that's all!"

……

Samuel figured he must be incredibly bored to be squatting in the Meta steamer watching a monster fish frolicking around.

Especially since that fish kept laughing, it never stopped!

“After you’re done laughing, I’ll put you back in the sea. Remember to stay far from the shoreline and don’t come ashore,” Samuel said. “The water here isn’t suitable for animals.”