Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The flying Maru-sho Naiza got up amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound. The controller in its chest cavity was very determined. Knowing that the performance of this unfinished mechanical dinosaur was insufficient, it still commanded it to approach step by step.

The man seemed to be speaking, but unfortunately, no one could understand him. When the "God of the Universe" spoke with other races, he always generously used their languages, so Samuel was unable to fully comprehend the Naga language. And since there were no Naga nearby, Samuel guessed that the man was speaking to himself, mostly for self-encouragement or to praise something like "dying for God."

“Stay put,” Samuel said.

Sosuke really stopped moving, as obedient as a little white poplar that has been rooted here for many years.

Maru-po Naiza came running with a series of large craters, seemingly forgetting that the ice beneath its feet was floating ice that needed to be handled carefully. So, without Samuel's intervention, it smashed the ice with its own foot and crashed into the sea.

White water droplets splashed at my feet

The ice had already solidified into beads. Samuel never gave his enemies a chance—he shot up like an arrow, then quickly changed direction, drawing a breathtaking arc, the white mist outlining his trajectory, before finally plunging straight into the water.

The sonic boom cloud in the sky only took shape the moment the water droplets rose up again.

Sosuke's ears were filled with the rumbling sound of rushing water, as if a train was roaring past under the ice. He wanted to rush to the edge of the ice floe and look down, wanted to shout, "Beat up this broken toy machine! Captain is the best!" He also wanted to say, "Captain, this dinosaur has a neutron bomb. If it blows up, we're all doomed!"

His limbs moved before his head.

The waves surged and rippled, making the ice floes sway like boats, but this did nothing for Sosuke. He used his sharp claws to firmly grip the ice and finally reached the edge of the ice floes.

When he opened his mouth, countless words he wanted to say rose in his throat, but only the most important one remained: "Watch out for neutron bombs!"

Samuel heard it and dragged Maru-sanez into the deep sea, where electricity and oil leaked everywhere. The person operating it inside seemed to be in great discomfort; he was gasping for breath and coughing incessantly, but not yet dead. Samuel instinctively wanted to kill him with a sword, but the shouts from above saved his life.

"Neutron bomb?" Samuel received the message, but couldn't recognize the voice.

That's no longer the voice of Fujisawa Sousuke. Just like the body that "Tatsumi" had previously mutated, his skin, limbs, bones, and even vocal cords were not spared—his voice is now low and hoarse, or in layman's terms, a "broken voice," belonging to number sixteen.

Sosuke himself was stunned. The blurry outline reflected in the water looked like an unknown reptile, or a legendary demon, but it didn't look like a human at all.

The shadow was quickly shattered by an even more magnificent, towering wave. Samuel, carrying the remaining half of Maru-sakatsu, burst out of the water. Sosuke kept his mouth tightly shut, his eyes flashing with the fully opened wings—twice the length of their master, stretching out against the light, their enormous shadows covering the heavens and the earth.

A shadow was reflected in Sōsuke's eyes.

Samuel clearly heeded his warning. Maru Sako's chest was sliced ​​diagonally, cleanly and smoothly, the cut as smooth as a mirror. The part containing the neutron bomb sank to the bottom of the water, while the silver-gray alien was brought up. Samuel slammed him heavily to the ground, the thud resounding like thunder.

"The captain's angry," Sosuke thought. Of course he'd be angry; it was a neutron bomb, something capable of blowing up continental shelves, far more terrifying than an asteroid falling from the sky. If the Naga were truly "gods of the universe," they must be wicked gods who wouldn't listen to advice and would do as they pleased.

The silver-gray alien wasn't dead, and Samuel withdrew his strength. He seemed a bit off, his hands groping and pressing around, trying to restart Maru-Po-Nezha.

But what use is a machine that's only half a body moving? Maru-sako's legs were smashed to pieces, and Samuel made several more cuts underwater. Its lower and upper legs had long since separated, and it was a biological and mechanical miracle that it could stand up.

"Naga!" Sosuke knew what was important. He rushed to the other side and joined Samuel in surrounding them: "How to neutralize the neutron bomb!"

The alien struggled for a while longer before finally giving up. He crawled out with difficulty, and only then did Sosuke notice that five or six twisted steel bones had pierced through his back. Such movement undoubtedly widened the wound. When the alien stood up, a small pool of bright red blood had already gathered, pouring onto the mechanical shell that was quickly covered with frost.

Every Naga is incredibly determined, and this alien behaved exactly as the outside world perceived them. Realizing he couldn't defeat Samuel, he turned his attention to his fellow enemy, Sosuke.

And he didn't say a word.

Or perhaps he did want to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he only spat out some blood clots and fragments of internal organs.

"What a waste of time!" Who knows when the neutron bomb will explode? Sosuke has no interest in watching how the enemy is barely clinging to life, especially since these are Naga people who deserve to be torn to pieces!

Samuel understood his thoughts. As Sosuke lunged at the enemy, Samuel turned and dived into the water, retrieving the neutron bomb into his arms. The instant it was secured, he immediately deactivated the Meta Field and unleashed his full speed, heading into outer space.

The wind howled from near to far, disappearing in an instant like a whistling arrow. The blazing summer sun returned, the ice surface was replaced by lush green grass and fallen leaves, the smell of humus and earth filled the nostrils, and Sosuke even smelled the blood emanating from the aliens.

"Naga, answer me! Where are all the people you've captured hidden?!" The other's heart pounded beneath his claws, and he could easily hear the silvery-gray blood flowing beneath the seemingly emotionless membrane.

"These are aliens," Sosuke thought. "They also have body temperature, heartbeats, and hot blood; they too will die."

So, will they be afraid?

Sosuke moved his hand, which was gripping the other man's heart, upwards to his head. Death itself wasn't frightening; what was frightening was witnessing the Grim Reaper's scythe slicing through one's own flesh. Sosuke wanted him to see clearly how this claw, transformed into a weapon by their drug, would shred their own skulls.

He pressed against the other person's helmet and gently tapped the visor area, which was a small, rectangular red lens. People inside could see out, but those outside couldn't see in.

“If you confess, I might spare your life,” Number Sixteen whispered, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Otherwise, I’ll gouge out your left eye first.”

Chapter 123 The Chasm

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Midway through, Samuel activated the Meta Field, trapping a monster inside, causing the others to lose sight of their target. After arriving at the target area, the GUTS team landed their plane and dispersed to search.

Before long, they passed over the treetops that were bent low by the wind and saw Samuel rising from the ground with half of a mechanical dinosaur in the distance. They naturally headed toward the scene of the incident—what made everyone quicken their pace was Lina's shout.

"Who goes there!" Lina held up her Hyper rifle, the muzzle trembling unsteadily with her arm. This was only after she had forced herself to calm down; before the training, she might have screamed reflexively.

Her gun was pointed at a man in black robes.

The man in the black robe slowly turned his head. His face was obscured by the shadow of the hood, and only his chin, covered by a thick armor, was visible.

"You... what kind of alien are you from?!" Lina had just asked when she heard a cold laugh from the other side.

The man in black robes straightened up. His body, which was over two meters tall, and his dripping claws gave him a considerable sense of oppression—the blood belonged to someone else, to the silver-gray person convulsing at his feet.

It was probably an alien too. The helmet that covered half of its face had been ripped open, revealing a bloody hole where its eye was, from which bright red liquid gushed out like a fountain. The alien's chest heaved violently, and a hissing sound like a bellows came from its throat.

"What is it, Victory Team?" The man in black robes sounded impatient. "Don't interfere when others are being interrogated, or you won't get any important information."

Number Sixteen didn't want to have a "family reunion" with the Victory team, which was more and more glaring to him than to the other team's smart and handsome uniforms, especially since he could only shrink into the shadows at the moment.

How heartbroken would the captain be if he knew that the good-for-nothing rookie they'd been talking about but never given up on had turned into a monster? He would definitely go to TPC's best researcher and try every possible way to help him return to normal.

He knew the captain would do everything in his power, but did TPC have the technology? And... no matter how much the captain cared for them, how could he possibly influence the researchers' thoughts?

Thinking about this, Number Sixteen's mood worsened, while the annoying Victory Team continued their incessant chatter.

"Interrogation?" Lina turned her gaze to the silver-gray alien, then quickly looked back with pity, fixing her gaze firmly on the man in black robes: "The regulations prohibit vigilante justice. We need to take him away. The interrogation will be handled by specialized personnel."

As they spoke, a series of noisy footsteps came from the woods behind Lina, growing louder as they approached. Daigo was the first to push aside the dense foliage and emerge. Seeing the two facing off, he also took two steps forward, one hand on his Hyper gun, subtly shielding Lina behind him.

"Ah, you've all come," the man in black chuckled hoarsely. "Can't I wait until I've finished questioning him? Don't you want to know where the TPC members who were captured by the Naga went?"

His words, however, did not inspire any desire for cooperation; instead, they made the GUTS team members even more wary. Why would an "alien" care about captured Earthlings? Especially considering his methods…

The silver-gray alien was probably dying; his breathing was growing weaker and weaker. Number Sixteen became increasingly agitated. No one would be happy to encounter a tough opponent during an interrogation, let alone be interrupted halfway through and have five dark gun barrels pointed at them.

Zongfang stepped forward to negotiate, but the man in black robes suddenly raised his blood-dripping claws. Xincheng immediately pulled the trigger, and a burst of brilliant light sparked from the man in black robes.

But the man in black didn't move an inch. He bent down, his claws still lashing out—gouging out the other eye of the alien at his feet. Lina felt goosebumps erupt all over her body; every hair on her skin seemed to be screaming an alarm.

"Tell me...where are the people you captured? Or are you mute?!" the black-robed man roared, oblivious to everyone else. "In that case, your tongue will be next!"

The silver-gray alien remained silent. He opened his mouth, revealing an empty oral cavity—it was completely empty except for his teeth. Where his tongue should have been, it was hardened and covered by some kind of metallic shell.

Number Sixteen then realized that what he had previously thought was "the aliens speaking incomprehensible language" was actually something no one could understand; it was just a muffled gurgling sound coming from their throats.

The alien turned its head in a different direction, its two bloody holes "looking" at the location from which the GUTS team's voice came, making the already extremely vigilant team members even more uneasy.

“I don’t know what grudge you have against him, but you’d better let him go,” Shinjo’s finger on the trigger pressed down slightly, ready to fire at any moment: “We’ll find out the missing person’s location ourselves, no need for you to worry about it!”

"Hahahaha..." Number Sixteen suddenly burst into laughter. He ignored the GUTS team and only grabbed the alien by the neck: "You're asking for help? Alien, you're asking Earthlings, you're asking TPC's GUTS team for help? So you can be afraid, you can be afraid of death..."

"Hey! This is a warning again, let him go!"

“I’m really happy. When you were hunting down Earthlings, did you ever think that you would have this day too?” Number Sixteen ignored the gun pointed at him, one hand tightly locking the silver-gray alien’s movements, the other hand gripping the other’s helmet, slowly tightening, the sound of metal and bone twisting made him feel even more satisfied.

"three two……"

"Nonsense!" Shinjo interrupted Lina's warning. Why not open fire now and wait for the black-robed guy to slaughter another alien right in front of him?

With the first shot fired, the others opened fire; the simplest way to deal with an enraged enemy is to strike first.

However, the burst of light and sparks obscured the black-robed man's body, and the Victory Team heard the opponent's furious roar.

"Victory Team! I've been annoyed with you guys for ages! Where were you when the aliens were killing people?!" Number Sixteen broke through the barrage of fire, his claws, a harbinger of death, whipping up a sharp whistling wind: "Want to protect him? Fine! Kill me and you can take him away, come on?!"

The hoarse voice became extremely grating under the influence of anger. Daigo and the others had no time to think about why an "alien" would say something like "Why didn't we see you when the aliens were killing people?" The man in black robes arrived extremely fast. His exceptional explosive power allowed him to appear beside them almost instantly, his blood-stained claws gripping Shinjo's Hyper Gun.

An impulse drove Number Sixteen to rip open the heads of everyone he disliked, but he restrained himself, pressing down the claws aimed at the heads before the Hyper gun took its place.

The moment the Hyper Gun was twisted into scrap metal in his hand, Number Sixteen suddenly felt a sense of disorientation—wasn't he here to disrupt the Naga's plans in order to secretly help the TPC?

Why did they clash with the Victory Team?

Upon discovering their teammate was in danger, the others rushed towards Number Sixteen. They seemed to forget the physical differences between them, some holding his arms, others strangling him, all putting in their strength to try and drag him away from Xincheng.

"You guys..." Number Sixteen's somewhat blank eyes moved slightly as he turned to Daigo, who was standing very close to him.

Chapter 124 The Eye That Sees Through Truth

The neutron bomb, commonly referred to by Earthlings as a "high-radiation weapon," is a low-yield, small hydrogen bomb whose primary destructive force is high-energy neutron radiation. It causes relatively little damage to buildings and facilities, does not produce prolonged radioactive contamination, and is effective only against personnel.

The Naga also explained their creation of the "dinosaur people" in the same way.

The dinosaur-men, Ewu and Adam, believe that the neutron bomb will wipe out the humans who are threatening the Earth and help the dinosaur-men reclaim their home.

The Naga people call themselves "gods of the universe," and their goal in creating this was to fight against the dark rulers. How could something they developed be something so simple?

As the Kirieloid intelligence indicated, what was loaded in Marubo Neza's chest cavity was a genuine "neutron bomb"—or rather, a small neutron star.

中子星作为密度仅次于黑洞的星体，每立方厘米的质量为8千万至20亿吨。以最低的8千万吨为例，它是1984年全球全年渔获总和、是2017年中国全年甲醇产能。

In 1961, when a certain country detonated its 6-megaton nuclear bomb "Tsar Bomba," residents as far away as Finland could feel the tremors. The mushroom cloud produced by the explosion was equivalent in height to eight Mount Everests—not to mention the true neutron bombs created by the Naga.

"To manufacture it, we specifically built a manufacturing plant near the central black hole of what you call the 'Black Eye Galaxy,' 1700 million light-years away. Only when galaxies merge or the central black hole is disturbed will there be sufficiently favorable conditions to support our work..."

Samuel, carrying such a painstakingly crafted weapon, flew into space, and its creators were certainly not going to let it go unpunished. While Delta Force and the Carlo Lunar Base observed him, the Naga ships finally revealed a glimpse of themselves from their long-standing cloaked state.

The Naga, as always, used their negotiating language: "From designing the framework to completing the experiment, every step of the work carries the aspirations of us and our fellow races who share the responsibility of maintaining cosmic order. Even the Marupo Neza that carries it cannot be valued by price..."

“Tomb Keeper, I believe we should respect each other,” the vacuum was silent, but the Naga’s voice suddenly rang out in my mind: “Respect is multifaceted. You should have consulted the owner before destroying our 'neutron bombs'.”

"So did you consult the Earthlings when installing the neutron bomb?" Samuel asked. He no longer stared blankly at the Naga's magnificent spaceship, and the Naga were quite wary of him.