Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Bloodstains were scattered on the ice wall; they were the blood of the Manonians. The back of his head and the back of his body were scraped raw and bloody from the blow—the solid ice within the domain was clearly no ordinary thing; the ice shards were like blades capable of slicing through the Manonians' well-defended skin. At the same time, the air was filled with radioactive material that had not yet fully decayed, and countless high-energy particles invaded the wounds, roaring and cutting through the cells and tissues all over his body.

The nuclear bomb "sent" by the South American branch was torture for Aiba Yu, but it was also a weapon. Not all aliens can ignore the energy of nuclear radiation; at least until it decays further, the Meta Realm will become a battlefield and an execution ground.

"Purpose, numbers!" Aiba Yu roared, almost touching his face. "I don't believe you guys were able to seize the opportunity to cause trouble in Hizoma so quickly. Who else is helping you?!"

“We’re all betting on who will bump into Tiga and who will run into you,” Manon Alien replied, seemingly ignoring the question. “Looks like I’ve won the lottery.”

“...You’re stalling for time!” Aiba Yu raised his paw again.

Manon nodded calmly, his hand resting on his arm armor, a long, rod-like weapon extending from his palm.

Aiba Yu erected a barrier to block, but the light barrier was like fragile ice encountering molten steel when it met the weapon. The light rod penetrated the defense without any hindrance in Aiba Yu's astonished eyes, and the moment it touched the scales, a numbing sensation swept over his entire body.

The Manonian broke free of his restraints and took the opportunity to create some distance. He spoke in a voice that was a mixture of youth and old age, "We knew we would encounter you, so how could we not be prepared to deal with it?"

After speaking, the Manon alien's body swelled to tens of meters tall. He assumed a fighting stance, his face, as white as a stone statue, devoid of any emotion, as if he were not the one imprisoned in the enemy's domain.

“Thirty million years ago, there were giants who were willing to raise monsters that followed them… ‘Soruka and Samuel,’ our troublesome enemies back then,” said the Manon alien. “Later, Soruka left, and Samuel alone was no threat. When ‘The Last Glory of the Eternal Night’ came to an end, Samuel fell into the sea and disappeared. We only obtained some tissue samples.”

He watched as Aiba Yu transformed into the form of a giant beast.

“You have an amazing ability to adapt. Even failed clones can survive in the ‘graveyard,’ like this place right now. Is this your space? I admit I’m very uncomfortable here.”

"A clone?" the behemoth uttered in a deep, rumbling voice.

“The failed clones, abbreviated as Sa, from type I to the final type VI, were all failures, while the same technology succeeded on other Earth monsters,” the Manonian rubbed his wrist. “But correspondingly, we have also analyzed your energy spectrum. Although it has changed a lot over the years, the core remains the same. Spending a little time, it is not difficult to reverse engineer it again.”

"In other words, your beam attacks are ineffective against me."

So what if the giant beast shook its wings and its beam attack was ineffective? It's not like he can't fight in close combat. The Manonian's words were not a threat, but rather a reminder.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Samuel asked. The other party could have easily avoided mentioning the clones.

“Because I want to stall for time,” the Manonian said with surprising frankness, “because I’d rather have a fair fight. If you win, I’ll tell you about an important stronghold of the Kirieloids.”

"Kirieloids?"

"You wanted to know who was helping us? To be precise, we reached a brief agreement with the Kirieloids, except that 'we' did not include me—the Kirieloids, with their silver tongues, always hid themselves behind the scenes."

……

After being rescued, Ralf and the others immediately contacted Sosuke, a superhuman with six spider legs on his face, worried that he might be in danger.

“Aliens? No,” Sosuke’s voice echoed through the Life Science Research Center.

In the corridor: "There was this guy pretending to be Ling's colleague. I asked him where Ling was or where their dormitory was, and he didn't know anything. He thought he could fool me? I knocked him over with a shovel."

"A shovel?" Ralph asked, bewildered.

“The multi-functional entrenching tool, the great thing you highly recommended to us before. It can be used to snipe heads, scoop up food from large pots, and even serve as a shield and can open cans,” Sosuke said. “I think the reason I almost fell into the Crow People’s trap despite having ‘monster’ protection is because I lacked a low-key, handy, simple and durable weapon.”

"I took that guy down. A disgusting lump of flesh crawled out of his body and it was moving. I chopped it in half and it stopped moving," Sosuke chuckled on the other end of the phone. "I'll be at Aya's lab soon. I'll let you know I'm safe and sound later. Don't worry."

Chapter 101 Fangs

This Manon alien seemed to be very rule-abiding. He said that in a "fair fight," he really didn't use any beam attacks to clear a path, and he was highly confident in his fighting skills.

Samuel had no "chivalry" and would not respect his enemy or show any sympathy for him, especially when delaying would threaten someone's life.

So after getting the information he wanted, he took immediate action and made a swift decision.

“The temperature has dropped, you’re using the temperature to slow my movements,” Manon Star’s right claw of Samuel said. “Since you’ve called for reinforcements, it’s not against me to use a weapon, is it?”

Samuel turned and whipped his tail, the sharp thorns growing from his back to the tip of his tail like a cluster of blades, the cold light drawing a crescent moon arc, narrowly grazing his opponent's chest.

The Manonian once again pulled out his long-handled weapon, which resembled a light stick, and swung it like the wind, turning the area it marked into a "no-go zone".

Samuel knew that this thing targeting him could paralyze his body for a while. He dodged while retaliating with his claws. Occasionally, when he couldn't avoid it, he would use his tail to hook the ground and forcibly pull himself away.

Manon pressed closer, saying, "Your monster body possesses powerful explosive force, but it has lost its agility. Actually, I would prefer to have a fair fight with your human form... You can't use joint locks right now, and your only advantage is your extra tail, but I have a weapon with a similarly large range."

Samuel seemed enraged by his words. He roared, soared into the sky, and then accelerated his dive, his wings tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Was it an impact? No, the Manonian saw his slightly extended claws and figured that this move must be similar to a falcon swooping down on its prey; what was truly deadly was his powerful claws.

"Are you sure you want to come down like this?" The Manonian raised his long, blue-tinged weapon.

After suffering a setback, Samuel was terrified of it; it truly lived up to its reputation as a product specifically designed for aliens. Whether Samuel charged at it or pounced with his legs and claws, he would collide with it instantly; his physical defenses were as fragile as paper in the face of this weapon.

The Manonian guessed that he was eager for a quick victory and wanted to take a gamble, so he said, "A rash gamble will only cost you your life. It seems you haven't experienced a bloody battle in too long, Tomb Keeper."

The wind howled incessantly as the behemoth continued its descent, seemingly making a desperate gamble. It quickly accelerated to its limit, and the Manonians were certain that its true intention was to crash—to be hit at such speed would be no less than encountering a meteorite from outer space.

But as the Manonian said, compared to Samuel, his advantage lies in his humanoid body, which allows him to use a variety of flexible combat tactics, such as deflecting straight-line attacks. If the timing is right, Samuel's dive attack will only knock him unconscious.

He planted his weapon in the ice, tilted his head back, and declared, "The battle is over!" He calmed himself and prepared to deflect the impact and then hold the weapon horizontally over the monster's head. At that point, they would no longer have to worry about why the clones had never been successful, because they would have obtained the real thing.

The Manonian felt the scorching airflow from above, and the molten gold eyes drew closer. Inside, he saw his own reflection, looking up and waiting.

Just as the shadow gradually became clearer and was about to fill the entire frame, the behemoth suddenly lowered its head and did a forward roll—it had changed its tactics! Its tail whip, accompanied by a sonic boom, came crashing down on its head!

“Even if there are some changes, it’s just a variation of the same move!” Manon reached out and accurately grabbed the tail tip. He wedged his five fingers between the thorns to gain leverage, then took a step forward, turned around and swung his arm down hard, intending to slam Samuel face-to-face onto the ice in the direction of his force.

"boom--"

Wind! Heavy wind!

The shadows spread out, enveloping the earth as if night had fallen. The shadows of the Manonians were blended into such a deep gloom, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

He forgot that Samuel also had a pair of powerful wings, which, when fully extended, were sufficient to provide instantaneous cushioning and deceleration.

Then everything became strange, as if time had stopped at that moment.

The monster didn't smash itself into the ice as he expected, but he held onto its tail tightly, as if locking himself in place—and it was indeed a lock, the slender tail wrapping around his arm several times to bind it tightly.

The way the Manon alien tilted its head back perfectly exposed its weaknesses.

—Who taught you to expose your throat in front of a wild beast?

When the sharp sensation came from under the skin of his neck, the Manonian suddenly realized that it wasn't just the wings; he had also overlooked Samuel's fangs, which, though not frequently used, were not to be underestimated.

“The base,” Samuel said telekinetically, his neck gripped tightly. “You talk too much. I just want the location.”

……

Meanwhile, a similar scene was unfolding inside the Crow People's spaceship.

The red-eyed crow warrior was chained to the ground, while cherry blossoms and butterflies in their kimonos flowed gracefully. The dancer lowered her head, her long black hair gently stroking the crow warrior's head.

The lights inside the spaceship shone through her hair, making her beautiful face look dreamlike. It's just a pity that the crow people don't understand the aesthetics of Earthlings.

The crow-man felt that she was far too heavy.

Exceptional explosive power and physical strength mean a sufficiently tight and solid muscle group and skeleton. As Masaki Keigo commented, the "unambitious dancer" often relies on her superhuman, monstrous physical strength to bully others.

She was now sitting on the crowman, holding his arms with one hand and choking him with her free hand.

She didn't need intelligence, so she acted ruthlessly. She leaned closer, her eyes, adorned with crimson eyeshadow, meeting the equally vibrant eyes of the crow-man: "I guessed you intended to keep the statue and monster samples for yourself, so I've been 'learning' from you about the key buttons on the spaceship since just now. The fully automated technology is simply amazing, isn't it?"

The crow-man stammered, unable to speak.

Anyone whose mouth is sealed shut by dinosaur-like claws will be unable to speak.

Beneath the elaborate attire of Tiaoyue Xuansha lies a body mutated from genetic experiments; its outstretched claws can cover the head of the crow-man, crushing it like a watermelon.

Before the crowman could grow to gigantic size, she suddenly attacked, delivering a vicious kick to his chest to his astonished eyes. Her barbed claws tore off a large chunk of his flesh, from which blood was now gushing out like a stream.

Two minutes later.

After confirming that the crow man was completely dead, Tsukishiro Ayase added another claw to his heart before standing up and saying to Tango Yuuji, "Have Masaki launch the Natan aliens' spaceship, and then we can... leave this place."

Chapter 102 Separated by Two Worlds (4k)

The buildings at the Life Sciences Research Center were constructed in a very regular manner.

Odd-numbered floors house an equal number of laboratories of varying sizes, while even-numbered floors contain administrative offices, meeting rooms, and rest areas, which are concentrated on the first to third floors.

Fujisawa Sosuke usually finds this very satisfying for his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but now he feels it's very bad—the laboratory is on a high floor, and especially with the elevator out of service, he has to climb the stairs anxiously and be constantly on guard against the Bizomo falling from the ceiling.

The oxygen content in the environment was too high, and he was already feeling a little dizzy.

He dialed the number countless times again, but the call had already failed six times.

The call finally connected, and Aya Kamimura's voice came through, very low: "I'm sorry, I was too nervous and didn't notice you called me so many times... Are you okay?"

"I came to find you," Sosuke said, leaning against the armrest and panting. "I'm glad you're alright. Which lab are you in?"

"Uh, I..." Aya Kamimura said urgently, "The notice clearly told everyone to stay where they are and seal off the entrances and exits, what are you doing running out? Don't you know that the entire B area is dangerous? My colleagues and I are together, we are safe hiding in the lockers, you should go back... no, find a place to hide right now!"

“The air force is the front-line operational unit, with rescue missions,” Sosuke chuckled. “You’ve hidden yourselves well? Then you’re still missing a reliable guard. I’ll be guarding outside your lab until the security team takes over… I think it’s the eleventh floor, right?”

Aya Kamimura tried her best to dissuade him, but Sosuke ignored her. He knew that although she said it was "safe," she was far from being at ease. She was clearly so scared that she didn't even notice the phone vibrating for a long time, and this was precisely the time when she needed him.

He hung up the phone and focused on climbing the stairs, arriving at the laboratory he remembered ten minutes later.

The source of Hizomo was in the next building. Sosuke encountered it only once on the third floor, and found nothing more above that floor, presumably because the source had been brought under control. He felt a little relieved and tried knocking on the laboratory door.

"Is anyone there?" he shouted. "Air Force, you haven't run into Bizomo, have you?" Of course, it wasn't just Aya Kamimura who was obediently squatting in the wardrobe; the entire research team was probably hiding in every possible place, trembling with fear.

Sosuke felt he needed to confirm the safety of everyone else first, lest Hizomo break through from the inside. By the time he knocked on the door and went in, everything had already been settled.

He peeked through the crack in the door, shovel in hand, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening inside. But just as he pressed his body against it, the door creaked open!

As he fell, he exclaimed in shock, "You didn't even lock the door?!"

Sosuke's voice echoed through the empty laboratory, then emerged from the door and swam down the corridor. He immediately held his breath, placed the entrenching tool with the sharpened side down, and slowly moved sideways, tentatively turning on the light.

"Om-"