Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"If you had the chance to become as powerful as them, what would you want to do?" she asked.

You'll become just as powerful sooner or later, but by then, Fujisawa Sosuke will probably be gone, leaving only a monster called Number Sixteen, Paradia thought to herself.

"Of course, it's about fighting the Naga and rescuing my colleague, even if he's just a corpse," Sosuke said. "The Naga are tough, but they're also afraid of death. It's just a pity that we didn't manage to get a confession last time because the GUTS team messed things up."

Sosuke paused, then sighed, "Maybe he's already a corpse? I'd rather the old captain come back; they can't even find his body."

“What if… I mean, what if,” Paradia asked, “they are still alive?”

Amui turned around and stared at her, as if she were seeing her for the first time.

Sosuke scratched at his head with his claws, making a scraping sound like he was scratching a wall: "That doesn't mean I can say I'm Sosuke! Nobody would believe me anyway, and if they did, I'd probably be sliced ​​up and put in a jar of chemicals at the Life Science Research Center!"

“I’ll say I’m… Sosuke’s monster friend, the friendly Earth Monster No. 2. Sosuke gloriously sacrificed himself, and then I’ll make them weep and give me a medal. I’ve cried so many times in front of their tombstones, I’ll make them cry back to me—I’m going to be there to watch.”

“Then what if,” Paradia’s voice trembled almost imperceptibly, “it’s not Na…”

“We’re going to lose,” Amui interrupted her.

Paradia's next word was drowned out by the roar of the massive object crashing to the ground.

They are from Manong Star.

Few can defeat Tiga when he's enraged, let alone when he's giving his all out of concern for his teammates' safety.

Tiga didn't even use his beam attacks; he restrained himself and fought with his fists and feet because he wasn't sure if he could protect his teammates who were too close when beams collided and annihilated each other, releasing energy.

This Manonian is a complete novice, far inferior to her butler. She even seems capable of holding her own against Pigmon.

Daigo saw in her his early self when he was fighting with Tiga's body: often he didn't have time to use the techniques he was taught during training, and he relied entirely on intuition to exert force and angles, fighting purely by relying on his physical abilities.

Daigo was thoroughly criticized by Aiba Yu in her summary notes and specially selected combat videos, with official, concise, and direct language. However, the butler of the Manon alien would certainly not scold her; he would be too busy praising her.

She was now lying on her back on the flattened ground, her gaze looking over Tiga's head towards the sky.

There is a moon there.

Even in the Demon Realm, there is a moon. Earthlings love it, so Silvergon placed it in the sky of the Demon Realm.

“Earthlings, when they see the moon, like to talk about their home planet,” said the wandering Manonian. “It’s so good to have your own home planet.”

As Tiga disappeared, Daigo stepped forward, his combat boots resting on the hem of his clothes: "This is not a reason for you to help the Kirieloids capture Earthlings."

“I know, but there are times when you’d rather go along with your family’s opinions,” she said. “Thank you, I’m going to see them now.”

"...

"You could actually hide your identity." Daigo remembered the disguise of this Manonian when he first met her in the Demon Realm.

She wasn't good at fighting, but her disguise was so perfect that no one could find any flaws. If it weren't in the Demon Realm but on the streets of Kyoto, Daigo believed that many people would be willing to admire the beautiful woman in the kimono, strolling along the alleys where cherry blossoms were falling.

Manonian was too weak to laugh. She said, "You were so careful protecting them just now, and so was I. We've been wandering all this time, with only the housekeeper by my side."

“Grandma really likes it here. She says she wants to learn how to make rice cakes herself,” Manong Alien said. “You have to be careful not to let the monsters from the Demon Realm go outside.”

"Monsters?" Daigo immediately thought of the suspected animal bones they had found, and the strange creatures they had encountered during their escape: "How did they get here..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sense of crisis suddenly shot up from his toes to his spine.

He instinctively took a half step back, and a bright line of fire just grazed the tip of his nose.

The scorching air rushed into Daigo's nostrils, and he couldn't help but cough. A child's clear voice rang in his ears: "You talk too much, you stray dog ​​from Manon Star. Why don't you just die already?"

Before Daigo could even see who was coming, the flames intensified and burned fiercely as if they had been doused with gasoline. He had no choice but to continue retreating until he reached his teammates.

There was something in the demonic realm. At first, Lina pulled him along, but then she slowed down more and more until she fell and never got up again.

The Manonians said that the Victory Team was "protected" so that they could enter the demonic realm where ordinary people could not survive. But protection is always limited, just like you can't expect a protective suit to support you swimming in a pool filled with nuclear reactor cores.

So Daigo can't retreat any further. His teammates are all here, unconscious and in a coma. They may have been poisoned or encountered some unknown means. Daigo has to take them out and send them to the medical department for treatment.

As the flames gradually subsided, Daigo had a chance to see everything clearly. But just one glance made him feel the flames return, burning his chest and surging out with each breath.

The child was clearly no ordinary person. He held a lollipop stick in one hand and a ball of fire in the other. The flames, like flowing lava, dripped down, slowly burning bowl-shaped holes into the Manon alien's body.

The beautiful woman in the kimono was gone, leaving only a charred, curled-up corpse.

"Don't stare at me like that, I'll get scared and tell the teacher!" said the short child. "I really don't understand him, why is he backing down? Hey Tiga, can you transform again?"

"If you can't, then you'll die here anyway. I've already thought it through. You can't use sequential numbering like those Para and Amui, starting from thirty, right?"

Chapter 146 Soruka

Everything perished in the flames.

From the decaying leaves at his feet to the dense shade overhead, the flames spread along everything that could burn, as if their surfaces had been doused with the finest oil.

Daigo abandoned the strange child and turned to run towards his teammates—the fire was raging, and he didn't know if he would have enough time to clear a firebreak, but he had no other choice.

Even if he could defeat the enemy at top speed right now, would the fire subside or continue to burn? Would his teammates still be alive then? He couldn't afford to gamble.

The hot air and dust would damage his trachea. The only saving grace was that his teammates were all lying unconscious on the ground, naturally in a position to avoid the smoke. Daigo thought to himself, then suddenly realized—he was breathing rapidly.

But no overheated air passed through the lungs, and not a single speck of dust got in.

He froze, looking around, and then realized that the flowing clouds and raging fire were swirling around him. They were approaching little by little, but very cautiously, like little demons tentatively stepping into a dangerous area, afraid of making a rash move and causing trouble.

Munakata, Shinjo, and the others gathered under a tree; Daigo had dragged them there. The flames dared not approach them either, because they were covered in a faint halo.

"It really was you!" the short man roared. "The tomb keeper! The old fossil! You died along with all those stone sculptures!"

The halo came from the Victory Team's uniforms, which were not just for looks. In addition to the special fabric that required regular maintenance, they also had a layer that was neither too thin nor too thick.

Horii said that the thing was some kind of nanoscale metal wire, mainly designed to defend against laser weapons. TPC had made plans to deal with the conflict with aliens in its early years and put them into action, but the preparation time was too short and many arrangements were still on paper.

Even in such a simplified version, these combat suits still bring together the expertise of multiple disciplines, including design, textile engineering, polymer chemistry, and radiation biology.

The victorious team is never a lone force.

"The tomb keeper?" Daigo looked down and noticed that his clothes were also shimmering in the firelight. "Captain Aiba!"

Not only that, after de-giantifying, Daigo felt a wave of weakness, similar to the state after completing a series of "caring for newcomers" training sessions with Rena, Shinjo, and Munakata. But now he felt his leaden legs regain their vitality.

He vaguely heard a sound!

"Don't be afraid, kid. I've beaten up enough Kirieloids to fill the entire Luluye."

It's Soruka! He's still here!

“Hahaha, of course I’m still here,” Soruka said, seemingly sensing Daigo’s thoughts. “Samuel added this when he gave you my ‘legacy’.”

"Here's a gift. Have you noticed how quickly you've recovered? You were injured fighting the monster, but you were basically fine as soon as you got back to base."

Daigo nodded repeatedly: "I thought it was Ultraman Tiga..."

“Tiga himself can’t even remember how many things he knows,” Soruka chuckled, then whispered, “When did Samuel learn healing techniques?”

It's no wonder Soruka complained; the will residing within his statue had Samuel's memory stuck 30 million years ago. Back then, the reason that "great monster" was often mentioned alongside Gedi was mostly because of their equally superb demolition skills.

The city maintainers of R'lyeh complained to Yuzare countless times about this.

Samuel initially felt the need to distance himself from people for this reason as well—his tail seemed to have its own will, and it wouldn't obey his commands!

This thing is cute when it grows on a kitten or puppy, but it's terrifying when it grows on a monster that's tens of meters tall and looks like a mountain.

"Great demon, don't you feel numb or in pain from constantly stepping on your own tail?" Paradia once asked.

Upon hearing this, Samuel pressed it down even harder. He curled up in the woodshed and gave Paradia a firm look, signaling her to talk less about it—that would only give it more ideas.

Soruka was also at a loss. No one, whether a senior or a companion, had ever told him how to tame a non-existent body structure, let alone guide Samuel. So he had to figure it out on his own.

How do you come to this understanding? By turning your heart towards the light?

“It seems he’s learned a lot; he might already have countless teachers,” Soruka suppressed the complex emotions that welled up inside him and continued to Daigo, “Tiga has also beaten up quite a few Kirieloids, like him…”

Daigo turned around, following Solka's words, to face the short man with a gloomy face.

“I’ve beaten up at least a hundred, if not ten,” Soruka shouted. Daigo could almost picture him standing behind him, hands on his hips, head held high, confidently declaring, “Go for it! I couldn’t control him while I was asleep, but now that I’m awake, I can’t let him bully my brother… his human form?”

It is known that Tiga beat up Solka many times when he was still in the Dark Giants' camp. Now, if the Kirieloids beat Tiga down, then the order would be Kirieloids > Tiga > Solka.

Following this logic, Soruka's fighting spirit is unprecedented!

Daigo's fighting spirit is also unprecedented!

He felt like he was being burned away by the suffocating heat in his chest!

It was Solka's light; he was transferring his limited energy to Ultraman Tiga's Spark Lens. And the Spark Lens was responding to him. Daigo could feel a ball of intense heat rising and falling rhythmically within his body, burning as if it were alive, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

I feel like my heart is going to burst...

“Soruka-senpai,” Daigo began with difficulty, “I’m a little…”

“You can’t say no, young man!” Soruka encouraged kindly. “Don’t let your pity be swayed by the fact that the Kirieloid is disguised as a child. You must know that the enemy will never let you go out of morality. His disguise can only mean that a child has been killed and his body is not at peace. He has been used by the Kirieloid to this extent.”

That's what they say, but Daigo really felt like his blood was about to evaporate. Solka probably didn't notice the difference in physique between modern humans and ancient humans, and the energy poured into him made Daigo feel like he was taking a bath in lava, with only Captain Aiba and Tiga's power protecting him.

However, thanks to Soruka's selfless donation.

As the short man, wreathed in flames, approached, Daigo instinctively raised his hand, and a bright, star-like point of light condensed in his palm. Fragments of light emerged from the void and rapidly spun and converged towards that star.

It bounced out on its own as soon as it took shape, hitting the short guy and exploding into sparks nearly two meters high.

The short man cried out "Ah!" and the next second, he was embedded in a tree ten meters away. The tree trunk shook and shed large leaves, finally collapsing and crushing the short man underneath.

Soruka laughed heartily: "You should call this the Bursting Light Sphere, isn't it a good name? Samuel praised it."

Chapter 147 Burned to the Ground