Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"Sir, the magnetic field of the demonic realm is weakening, we..."

“Wait a minute,” Tetsuji Yoshioka interrupted the communicator, pointing to the screen where footage of the GUTS team entering the demon realm was playing: “Zoom in a bit more, I need to see these shadows more clearly.”

Everything inside the sea of ​​fire was blurry. The Victory Team cleared a path through it, and they could only make out the things along the path. Shinjo occasionally glanced back and noticed a dark figure following them.

The shadowy figures were very cautious, always keeping a thin wall of fire between themselves and the Victory Team. Occasionally, a scaly claw would extend out, flowing with a lava-like glow.

The crackling and popping sounds were incessant; if you closed your eyes, you might even hallucinate that you were in the middle of a downpour. Strange beasts lurked in the "rainstorm," hovering at the gates of hell. The intense heat hadn't killed them; in fact, they were beginning to adapt to the environment.

Some forged a path to survival, and naturally, their path attracted countless monsters that had survived being burned at the stake. As more and more monsters gathered, a delicate balance was achieved among them.

Xincheng glanced back once and shivered. He felt as if he were being stared at by countless eyes. He subconsciously looked away, and the carbonized flower stem crumbled into powder, rising into the air.

"What is all this?" At the forward command center, after screening and confirming the reliability of the information department members, they meticulously examined frame by frame the images transmitted back by the Victory Team, finding even the smallest fragments peeking out from behind the firewall. Tetsuji Yoshioka thought for a moment and then had someone connect him to the Life Science Research Center.

“It’s amazing, amazing,” said the person in the white coat on the other side of the screen. “The pincers of an arthropod have jellyfish-like tentacles extending from their base. If it weren’t for the information you gave me, I would have suspected that some bored person was playing a prank.”

"Can't you identify what species it is? Or rather..." Tetsuji Yoshioka stroked his short stubble, "What kind of monster have you observed before?"

"Of course they are monsters, but given their size, you could add a 'small' before them. Perhaps they are the juveniles of some kind of monster. Unfortunately, we have never observed any monsters with this kind of characteristics; our database is blank."

“Sato.” Tetsuji Yoshioka raised his voice.

"Here!" Sato Takuma, who was engrossed in observing the movements of the demon realm, suddenly woke up. Perhaps he had been in one position for too long, because when he looked up, he heard his cervical spine cracking.

"The GUTS team has been entangled with an unknown monster. You lead the team to rescue them."

Sato was stunned: "Boss, we're just ground police..."

The guards couldn't handle a monster as tall as a building.

“Monster larvae,” Tetsuji Yoshioka told him to look at the screen before answering. “They’re not very big. Your mission is to ensure the GUTS team gets out of the Demon Realm, and as for these things… I only want to see corpses.”

Sato was ordered to prepare his troops. Meanwhile, on the outer edge of the Demon Realm, the air force, which was on a patrol break, also received their reinforcements.

Several unpainted, silver-gray planes slowly landed at the makeshift airport.

"That was a really embarrassing situation," Ralph commented. "It's a miracle that the landing gear wasn't blown over after sliding down most of the runway with just the rear wheels. After two such incidents, the landing gear should be ruined."

The ground crew, their blood pressure soaring, rushed forward. The plane's canopy opened, and a guy in a blue shirt crawled out.

"The Transportation Department?!" Watanabe Yota stared for a long time before realizing which department the pilot belonged to. He jumped up from his small stool: "When did the Transportation Department get the ability to fly bombers?"

His voice was so loud that the man in blue walked toward the two of them with a sour expression.

“When I was young, I flew some of the most advanced planes back then!” The man in blue walked closer, and in the lamplight, Ralph and Yota could see the wrinkles on his face. “When I was flying fighter jets, you were still playing in the mud! Didn’t anyone teach you that when judging your seniors, you shouldn’t do it in front of them?”

Yang Tai was embarrassed and dared not speak. The people from the Department of Transportation did not pursue the matter. He said to Ralf, "The two bombers and two fighters are all inventory of the Space Development Center. We will take turns patrolling with you and provide fire support."

After a moment's hesitation, Ralph said in a trembling voice, "They're all... run by the Department of Transportation?"

The other person raised an eyebrow: "There aren't enough active-duty frontline personnel, so we have to pull in these old guys who are about to retire. My safe flight time exceeds 1000 hours—not including my record with the Department of Transportation."

This 1000 hours certainly couldn't have been from the slow, bulky aircraft of the Transportation Department, and Ralph instantly felt a sense of awe. Of course, he was more interested in the answer to another question: "Why did the command center bring up the Transportation Department but not send our captain back? After all, these aircraft are new products, and the Transportation Department also needs to adapt to them."

“How am I supposed to guess what Commander Yoshioka’s judgment is?” the transport department person said. “Perhaps your captain would be more useful if he stayed in the command center.”

"Have you seen him? We haven't seen him since the day the special investigation team was formed. Even if we're busy, we shouldn't have seen him..."

"I don't know about that. I can only give you the answer: the inspection office has no information about arresting him, so he shouldn't have been detained for causing trouble. Besides, Commander Yoshioka isn't unreasonable. If you want to see him, just go to the command center."

The transportation department staff had gone far away, and he needed to find a well-lit place to review the equipment data for these inventory aircraft.

"Shall we go find the captain after this mission is over?" Yang Tai brushed away the small flying insects attracted by the light and sat back down on the stool. "This is too much! Leaving his team members behind for so long, relying entirely on their self-discipline for training! Isn't he afraid we'll all collude to slack off?"

Ralph looked up and saw several steady, flashing lights in the distance. He knew that Herbert had returned in Alpha.

“I’ll look for him,” Ralph murmured, “but I always feel… he’s not even there.”

Unaware that his crew was grumbling about his irresponsibility in abandoning Beloff and the wreckage of Badb, Samuel flew past lunar orbit shortly afterward.

Earth transformed from a blue dot of light into a colossal behemoth looming before us.

A strange feeling is becoming clearer and clearer.

While in Mars orbit, he sensed something calling to him. It was exhilarating, easily arousing a desire to get closer.

But as they drew closer, this desire became clearer, and Samuel narrowed his eyes—it was true that he "wanted to get closer," but the purpose of getting closer was to eat.

It's impossible that the cafeteria chef prepared a batch of pudding and called him back to the base for dinner from tens of thousands of miles away.

As the Earth slowly rotated, he flew across the terminator and disappeared into the night hemisphere, finding the source of the call.

Lion's Nose Tree Sea, there is a rainbow wonderland here.

The barrier of the demonic realm seemed meaningless to Samuel. He saw a sea of ​​fire, the victorious team advancing through it, giants and monsters locked in battle, and...

“Alien beasts?” He also saw the monsters that still retained their vitality in the sea of ​​fire: “No, there are also… infected alien beasts.”

Chapter 154 So-called New Technologies

Tsukishiro Ayaka knew she shouldn't stay here any longer.

The battle between the giants and the monsters is about to reach its conclusion, and it's time for her and her "kindred spirits" to make the final decision.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" Tsukishiro Ayaka hadn't made up her mind yet when her "kindred spirit" took the initiative to greet her.

He was clearly ruthless just moments ago, but now he's chatting away. It's obvious he has ulterior motives—perhaps he wants to buy time so the Kirielod can gather reinforcements.

"Your pickup line is so cliché." Tsukishiro Ayaka parried his claws, then swung the 70-kilogram cannon in one hand, the heavy wind whistling, forcing Fujisawa Sousuke to retreat.

She pulled the trigger again, but it was pressed down as soon as she raised it—the other party made an unexpected move.

He leaped up, stepping onto the cold barrel of the gun.

The weight of her body forced Ayaka to lose her balance, and the other person leaned closer to examine her closely.

"You look just like... Ugh!"

The next second, Ayaka shoved the gun barrel into the ground, the soft, humus-rich soil providing ample space for her movement. She slapped away the approaching monster's face, and before she could stomp on it again, Sosuke rolled away.

Her powerful legs dug into the ground, sending up a pile of dirt more than ten meters high, like a small bomb exploding.

"It looks like a lizard, doesn't it?!" Tsukishiro Ayaka raised her voice. Her voice was usually gentle and pleasant, but now it was hoarse and distorted like Sosuke's because of the boiling blood.

"No, no, no!" came the raspy voice in response.

She saw that wretched "kind" who was just as ugly but dared to say he was like a lizard get up and scratch his face with his claws as if he was seriously considering his words.

"I mean you look like my girlfriend. By the way, have you seen her?" The claw scraped the hard skin on his face with a crackling sound.

Tsukishiro Ayaka felt like she was about to explode with anger. At her ugliest moment, with her face covered in scales and her blue skin that even foundation couldn't cover, she was told by a lizardman who was so ugly he could give a kid nightmares that he looked like his girlfriend!

Is there anything more ironic than this?

Tsuneya kicked the aircraft cannon, and the battle-hardened, blackened barrel was pried out of the mud.

“Your approach wasn’t just cliché,” she said, “it was disgusting.”

She didn't intend to use this aircraft cannon for its intended purpose; it might even explode if it got clogged with mud. It would be better to use it as a fire poker to smash the enemy's brains open, so as not to waste its top-quality material.

“I don’t really want to eat anything right now,” Sosuke stood up, his expression wary but the madness gone. “You can’t be her, but you do look a bit like her… I can’t bring myself to do it.”

"It's best if you can't bring yourself to do it." Ayaka licked her fangs, gripped the heavy gun tightly, and tensed every muscle from her toes to her fingertips.

The bones, now fragmented and twisted after the mutation, made cracking sounds. In Sosuke's horrified gaze, her bent leg bones changed again—the bone shell gradually fused and hardened, like removing leather armor and putting on iron armor.

If you get kicked like that, your internal organs will definitely come out of your throat.

“You don’t want to eat, but I really, really want to. I’m glad the Naga helped me stabilize my body, but I can’t grow either. How can I kill them if I don’t grow?” Xuan Sha bowed slightly, as if a leopard had its eye on its prey.

"At a time like this, you're still thinking about your girlfriend. She'll definitely be happy. Since you're still quite devoted, I can tell you..."

A sense of crisis pierced every inch of Sosuke's skin, sending alarm signals. He dared not blink, but as soon as he finished speaking, the monster in front of him suddenly disappeared!

Where have you been?

He tilted his head back, a habit he developed during training with the Beta. When enemy planes started dogfighting, the first option to escape line of sight was to fly overhead.

Sōsuke gazed at the starry sky, the starry sky beyond the Demon Realm. There was no moon today; the newly risen crescent was obscured by clouds.

The flames spread endlessly, seemingly boiling even the stars. The night sky was stained blood red by the fire, as if time had stopped at sunset.

nobody.

Sosuke instinctively tried to turn around, but his shoulder was held down!

"call--"

A scorching wind blew from the back of my neck.

He tilted his head slightly and saw the sharp claws pressing down on him.

“No matter how many humans, animals, or even monsters we ‘modified humans’ devour, it’s not as good as eating our ‘own kind’,” the hoarse voice said lazily. “Kirieloids, Naga… aliens are all bad, so I have to become stronger.”

……

The barriers of the demonic realm are becoming increasingly weak.

From the bustling activity to complete silence in the forward command center, Tetsuji Yoshioka knew this was the quiet before the decisive battle.

"First team in position, ammunition loaded!" the communications officer relayed the report from the front.

"Stand by," Yoshioka said.

"Yes!"

"Second team in position!"