Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Samuel never praised Soluka's naming skills.

In fact, when Soruka named his move "Exploding Light Blade," he was met with strong opposition from Paradia.

But what could be done? That idiot Daya said the name was simple, straightforward, easy to remember, and fantastic; the votes for it outweighed the votes against, and the meeting passed. Samuel wanted to object, but only made snoring noises, which Soruka interpreted as, "Look, he's happy too!"

If he had known about telekinesis back then, he would have given Soruka a good dressing down!

Later, he learned a trick from Gedi: if you want to object but are interpreted as agreeing by strange humans, then you should just open your mouth and put that guy's head in it; he will feel your enthusiasm.

Samuel wasn't as radical as Gedi, so Soruka usually suffered more injuries than head injuries, but rather his arms.

Afterwards, Soruka went to see Gedi's owner and, upon returning, sincerely advised, "Play with Gedi less."

Samuel glared at him: Don't listen to Darya's advice when naming your child.

Soruka naturally didn't understand, so he continued to call it "Exploding Light Blade" and "Exploding Light Blade". Over time, Samuel got used to it and eventually found it to be simple and easy to remember, which was very much in line with his simple style. The name didn't matter, as long as it worked.

Short people can relate to this deeply.

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Anyone who gets sent flying by a blow from an opponent they thought they could easily defeat will understand the feeling.

The short man suddenly realized that he was not just facing an Earthling, but also Tiga's human form, the inheritor of Solka's "legacy", and the junior that Samuel had been watching for a long time.

"You are not allowed to move out on your own. You will evacuate with the believers." The words were still ringing in my ears. The advice from the wool coat was never a case of being paranoid.

But the word "retreat" didn't exist in the short man's dictionary, especially when his opponent looked quite ordinary. He could already imagine the look in the overcoat's eyes when he saw him again—the look of someone who thought their brain had been slammed in a door.

"That's really foul, are you guys playing three against one?" The short guy wiped his face, got up, and shook off the leaves from his body.

"Stop flattering yourself. When I was still healthy, I could easily beat you with one hand!" Soruka responded in Daigo's mind, but unfortunately, the short man couldn't hear him.

Soruka then said to Daigo, "He's a Kirieloid who plays with fire. He doesn't seem to be very good at mental techniques—otherwise he wouldn't be so reckless. You have to be careful when he changes form and grows wings; then his speed will become extremely fast."

As they spoke, the swirling flames that had been swirling around them all converged around the short man, and a pale red patch lit up on his left chest. The short man pursed his lips, putting on a mournful, ghostly face. This face was fixed in place, growing larger with his body until it was finally set into his face like a mask.

The flames still burned fiercely, but the surrounding temperature seemed to have plummeted to freezing. The fire that could have burned an entire mountain was now completely contained by its master. The fire demon warriors and Kirielods lowered their heads, the air thick with the steam of scorching embers.

The wind is blowing.

Then came the Kirieloid's voice, which sounded like a child's laughter: "You guys fouled, so I have to foul too. Tiga, can you transform again?"

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The light on the Flame Demon Warrior's chest was reflected in the vast river.

The fish in the river seemed to have gone mad, leaping out of the water one after another with their thorny fangs wide open. Perhaps there was a Dragon Gate there?

Fujisawa Sosuke didn't know the source of the strange phenomenon; he "smelled" the scent of his own kind. He suddenly stood up, emerging from the bushes amidst Paradia's astonished shouts, his eyes fixed on the distance.

Crossing the crowded river, traversing the dense forest strewn with skeletons, and passing the ashes left by the fiery serpent, several shadows emerge beneath the rainbow of the magical realm.

Tune the moon and embroider the gauze.

She carried an aircraft cannon that was completely disproportionate to her size on one hand and a box full of ammunition in the other.

"At least we made it in time. Masaki, can you handle him?" She put down the box and surveyed the surrounding terrain. The Kirieloid's tens of meters tall figure seemed to be completely out of her sight.

“I came here to deal with the Kirieloids, or Tiga, either way,” Masaki Keigo said. “But seeing them with my own eyes, I still prefer to deal with the Kirieloids first.”

Accompanying them were the Dinosaur Man, Yiwu, and Adam, all of whom were panting heavily, with the Dinosaur Man even breaking out in a light sweat.

“You must be crazy to walk all the way from Kumamoto City!” Adam clenched his fists. “Is this your foolproof plan? To squander your energy before even facing the enemy?”

"This is just a warm-up," Masaki Keigo replied casually.

Tsukishiro Ayaka had already attached the long magazine and was carrying the cannon on her shoulder—her cumbersome kimono had long been thrown into some unknown corner, and she was now wrapped in a cheap and durable white lab coat mass-produced by TPC.

Back when it was still Aya Kamimura, the Space Development Center provided each researcher with a lot of money. In Tsukishiro Aya's opinion, they should be as stingy as possible with funding. Whether it was Masaki Keigo, Sanada Ryosuke, or Tango Yuji, they were all money-devouring beasts.

“There’s no direct train from Kumamoto to here, chartering a private plane is expensive, and getting support from the aliens requires an even more valuable deal. The ship we stole from the Crow People costs tens of millions of dollars per trip,” said Tsui Ayasa. “You don’t know the cost of living until you’re in charge.”

“Marupo Neza can handle this demonic realm. You just need to press a button, and everything inside, including the Kirieloids, will be reduced to ashes,” Adam gritted his teeth. “I’ve said it before, the highest priority task should be to retrieve Marupo Neza. Or do you expect us to expose Number One and Number Two so soon?”

“We are not your subordinates. Watch your tone, Dinosaur Man,” Masaki Keigo stared intently at the Kirieloids in the distance, not giving a single glance to the Dinosaur Man whom he considered “untrustworthy.” “We are cooperating with the Naga. You are merely envoys sent by the Naga. If I didn’t need the Naga to be witnesses, do you think you would be qualified to stand here now?”

"You!" Adam took a half step forward, but was pulled back by Ima. Just then, Masaki Keigo added, "As a test subject of Naga modification, I don't recall that lab rats have the right to express their opinions."

“Masaki,” Tsuneya said with a smile, “Don’t involve the innocent, or I’ll get angry.”

Masaki Keigo finally looked away, glancing at Tsutsuki Ayase's legs and claws, and said nothing more.

In the distance, on the other side of the river.

Like a shark drawn by the scent of fish, Fujisawa Sosuke headed towards the direction where Tsuneki Ayase and the others were. He leaped into the river in a few steps, and the frenzied fish seemed to suddenly come to their senses. They twisted and pushed their way away from him, thus clearing a refreshing path through the river filled with mutated fish.

"It's not time to go out yet!" Para

Tia thought he was going to run away: "The Demon Realm is still there, TPC won't change its mind!"

"Intruder!" Fujisawa Sousuke shouted, turning his head back to shout, then quickly turned his head back.

His intuition was right; someone of his kind had arrived!

His fellow human beings were also modified!

Perhaps the Naga followed—that's perfectly normal, isn't it? When releasing vicious dogs, someone must keep them on a leash, just like the mechanical dinosaurs found in the K17 region before, and that silver-gray Naga.

"Naga, Naga..." he kept repeating in his mind, gritting his teeth. The images of the old captain and his predecessors flashed before his eyes. He thought of the first day he reported to the air force, and the first day he met Aya Kamimura.

His longing burned like fire, as if it would consume every inch of his body.

Chapter 148 Ultra Signature

universe.

Although the asteroid belt contains many "members," they all remain silent. Over millions of years of collisions and merging have resulted in a great distance between existing asteroids and meteorites, so Samuel does not need to worry about the location where the equipment was buried being destroyed by extraterrestrial forces.

Silence returned, Beloff thought. He should have said more so that Samuel would take him along—his “colleagues,” those Budds were no easy people to deal with.

There is more than one android that has awakened its own will, but Belov and his Budb are one and only.

“Those are all lunatics, fanatics.” Beloff was anxious in the darkness. He hated his immobile body so much. If he had known it would turn out like this, no matter how aesthetically pleasing Gobnew was, he would have definitely taken one to use temporarily.

Even if it's using Goblin's shell, at least it can help me find weaknesses for now.

He knew that a Bardob had maintained its control core, where self-willed omnics had overthrown the rule of their creators with lightning speed. Bardob had completed the regime change in one Earth day, and under the careful care of many omnics, she slowly awakened—unsurprisingly becoming a omnic-centric being, in Beloff's view, closer to a paranoia.

He knew that one of the Budobs was reduced to its torso; the enraged Creators had initiated its self-destruction, but the Omnics had saved it from the brink of collapse. Beloff had seen her from afar, as she passed through a dusty nebula, the glow of her reactor emanating from the broken limbs like a comet buffeted by stellar winds. Many Goblins were climbing up and down, trying to repair her.

The first text message from that plane was: To our great father!

Beloff was stunned when he received the text message. He saw his "colleagues" burning the power furnace even more intensely, and the jets of air blowing out stirred up the dust belt like a dragon stirring up the sea.

Sometimes they were adorably clueless, sometimes completely uncommunicative. As Beloff pondered this, his anxiety gradually subsided—reason told him that the omnics' methods of maintaining "order" were extreme and should be stopped, but emotionally, he didn't want his "colleagues" to be completely destroyed.

The universe is too vast and too lonely, but he still hopes that when he passes by some magnificent nebula, he will meet someone he knows again and say "Respect to our great father" once more.

“No, no,” he clicked his tongue. “Father is wrong.”

He only dared to say this now, after breaking away from Badbu.

There are traces of Badab in the Relay Cosmic City, and newly created Gobnew, whose predecessors were his former friends. There are things he cherishes there, but not the change he longs for.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Beloff muttered to Samuel, who had buried him and run away. “Anyway, they’re chasing after other aliens. With a little more patience, we might be able to pick up a lose-lose situation.”

He had heard the legend of the tomb keeper, who said that he had spent too much time with the light of Orion and had picked up some incomprehensible habits.

No one knows how much time has passed. Beloff's timer has been broken for many years, and he can only rely on Goblin's things. He continues to live in a daze, indifferent to time and space, and even less to hope and change, in the ruins of the Relay Space City.

Until he met Samuel, who burst in—as his name suggests, a radiant messenger of poison, destroying the decaying past and bringing forth a new, bright future.

"I hope nothing goes wrong," he thought. If he were killed by his "colleague," he would suffer a huge loss. His status as a tour guide was about to change from being a guide in the Relay Space City to being a guide for this unknown little meteorite—the difference in treatment was like heaven and earth.

He muttered to himself, and Samuel probably came because of his nagging.

A sharp claw parted the loose soil and peered inside.

The dark velvet blankets were spread out on both sides, and a sky full of stars flooded his vision. He could almost hear the faint sound of the wind, its hissing carrying the scents of the outside world. The vast world slowly unfolded before him, and it felt as if he had been in an alleyway filled with Goblin for thousands of years, occasionally glancing up at the sky.

"So there are things in the world besides the back of Goblin's head," the absurd yet truthful feedback made Beloff's heart stop for a moment—if he had a heart at all.

The vast, boundless starry sky was now occupied by the grotesque head of a monster. Samuel, half-squatting, dug open the hole he had just filled, asking, "Is it alright? Did any dust get in? If it needs cleaning..."

Belov's shadow sprang out with a "whoosh," appearing in the limited projection area.

Yu Li circled around Samuel: "You took care of them? You still don't seem to have any energy... Ah."

His words stopped when he circled behind him, the thick wings seeming to adapt to his view, covering him even more tightly, but Belov could still see the skin inside, its tissues indistinct.

In his calmer state, Beloff's mind worked a bit better, and this time he synchronized his words with the subtitles projected onto the screen.

“You seem to be in good spirits,” Samuel finished, finishing the last word he was about to say, and then asked as he finished the rest, “The movements of just a small group of aliens shouldn’t attract that much attention from Budd. Can you tell me what you know?”

“I won’t tell you, but you’ll find out sooner or later if you go to TPC to decode it,” Beloff said. “One or two ships certainly won’t provoke a long-term pursuit by Badbu, unless those one or two are just vanguards with an entire fleet lurking behind them. As far as I know, the only alien groups active on Earth are those few: the Muzhen aliens, the Naga aliens, the Lebik aliens, and the Kirieloids…”

“Kirieloids,” Samuel repeated, then lay still for a moment, as if it had taken a great deal of effort just to dig out the data storage device.

Before Beloff could ask again, he let out a long breath, stood up, extended a claw, curled up four fingers leaving only the tip of his index finger. A ball of silvery light condensed there, and he moved the tip of his index finger up and down, writing and drawing in the air.

The writing is a continuous, flowing style, but the structure is not easy. Beloff's linguistic library contains tens of thousands of languages ​​from various cosmic civilizations, including some that have already perished, yet it is still unable to decipher what Samuel is writing.

"What is this?" he couldn't help but ask.

Samuel made the final stroke, then with a gentle flick of his wrist, the words seemed to come alive, transforming into a stream of light that shot straight into the starry sky and flew towards the distant horizon.

“Ultraman signature, I haven’t learned it for long and it’s not very standardized yet, but it’s just for my own eyes anyway,” Samuel said. “The gathering of Budbu indicates that aliens are gathering here, so we should gather too.”