Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"Third group in position!"

"..."

"The air force is in position, but we're missing a captain!" Ralph said, while silently thinking to himself, "We're also missing a clueless rookie."

"Your captain has been conscripted," Yoshioka lied blatantly, "What about the transportation department?"

“Ready,” a similarly aged voice replied. “I’m retiring this year, Yoshioka. Are you so eager to exploit our surplus value?”

"Stop talking nonsense. You think flying a new plane will make you twenty years younger? Act like an old-timer in the defense force, or you'll make a fool of yourself by missing your target!"

The term "veteran defense force" is rarely mentioned in TPC anymore, and Yoshioka has been criticized as a radical for his unchanging style, but now no one is questioning his wording.

Everyone's attention was focused on the Demon Realm, or more precisely, on its thin, now visible barrier.

There are monsters and aliens inside, and there are monitored monsters. Letting these things out would be a disaster.

Therefore, the simplest solution is of course to flatten it with artillery fire.

“I won’t wait for you for long. Get the Victory Team out as soon as possible,” Sato Takuma recalled the order Yoshioka had given him before they set off: “I made an exception and agreed to the request from the Transport Department to use the Flying Swallow II for the transfer, because I don’t want to see it return empty!”

"Faster, faster..." Sato said.

He kept thinking to himself.

He and his vice-captain, who was a bit slow-witted but had decent execution skills, led their men into the demon realm, originally intending to act as a firefighting team. Unexpectedly, they encountered the same "miracle" as the Victory Team.

The team members crouching behind the water valve stared blankly at the wall of fire that was giving way to heavy mountain bikes—had this thing come to life? Did it know someone had brought several truckloads of water and decided to run it itself?

"What are you standing there for?!" Sato touched the hot metal buckle on his chest and blurted out, "Some new technology for vehicle modification, magnetic fields and stuff, drive! Anyone who's too slow will become cannon fodder!"

Chapter 155 Rescue

Fire was everywhere, burning fiercely as if it would set the whole world ablaze.

Where did TPC get the technology for the new equipment? Lina didn't have time to think about it. She looked around and tried to concentrate, trying to distinguish other sounds from the sparks and the rustling of the monsters.

She looked forward to hearing Daigo's voice.

Sure enough, a different kind of noise came from behind the firewall shortly afterward.

“It looks like a car is coming,” Xincheng said. He seemed hesitant, after all, for a car to drive out of such a raging fire sounded as absurd as someone rowing a boat in a pot of boiling oil.

But they immediately heard several shouts coming from the PDI. Commander Zongfang raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, and he held his PDI up in front of him.

"Victory Team, I've found you. Don't keep heading southeast; there are too many trees there, you might crash." The person on the other side of the screen, Sato Takuma, kept swaying his face, looking like he wasn't driving steadily.

What did they just hear? Too many trees, too risky to bump into?

“Oh, I forgot the routine,” Sato added, “This is the ground guard unit, here to meet you on the orders of Commander Yoshioka. Congratulations, you don’t have to walk through fire on foot anymore.”

Before he could finish speaking, the screen suddenly flashed, and a pale light from who-knows-where illuminated the driver's cab, accompanied by a terrifying crash sound, like two steel plates colliding at high speed.

Almost every driver who has ever driven a car has been startled by such a sound, because it often means that the metal is wrapped around the flesh or the flesh is wrapped around the metal.

But Sato wasn't scared at all; instead, he grinned happily—this Shinjo was experienced; he remembered that the kids playing bumper cars at the amusement park had the same expression.

The bewildered members of the Victory Team looked at each other in confusion.

“If I remember correctly, the forest coverage here is quite high, and there aren’t any well-developed roads,” Horii whispered. “Did they drive in?”

Several more loud bangs followed, and the bumper car driver in the PDI shouted, "Everyone, step back! The car is coming!"

Zong Fang and his subordinates turned and ran back. Before they had taken two steps, a dark stake flew out of the wall of fire and hit their feet.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a charred tree stump.

Half of the truck's cab followed closely behind, its front end protruding into the wall of flames. The dim light illuminated Sato's face, and the raging fire only added a touch of warmth to his usually feared expression.

It was like a god descending to earth, except the god was driving a big truck.

The screeching sound of brakes stunned everyone. They dared to say that if it weren't for the excellent performance of the vehicle and the timely stop, the Victory Team might have become the team that "was hit by their own dump truck in the dense forest and ended up in the hospital"—it's amazing how they could be laughed at until retirement, and then laughed at until they were buried by their old buddies at the card table.

Sato rolled down the car window and leaned halfway out: "No time for fools, get in! I'll personally steer you out!"

No, it's precisely when you're in charge that it's even more frightening.

Zong Fang felt a little dizzy when he got into the car. He wasn't sure if it was because he had been running in the fire for too long and was lacking oxygen. Of course, it was more likely due to the driver's rough driving skills.

This amateur driver has absolutely no idea how to brake! Except for that one time when he was helping the Victory Team and temporarily moved the brake pedal out of some corner, the brake pedal was like it was made of gold or poisoned, and stepping on it would definitely kill someone.

The team members were in the back of the vehicle and could only see outside through a small window. Zong Fang was assigned to the passenger seat, and he gripped the handrails with both hands, feeling terrified.

There were many tree stumps and pits in the mountains, so Zongfang felt like his stomach was about to slosh out of his throat.

The bumper car driver was invincible. His "chariot" cleared the way through forests and charged straight at fire. He drove the truck-modified contraption like a heavy tank.

All the tree stumps and rubble blocking the way were sent flying in a whirlwind a few meters away with a flash of white light. Horii, one of the team's top technical experts, stared blankly for a long time before finally forcing a conclusion: "Ah, the technology of the Pippa tank has been widely adopted so quickly!"

“I don’t remember our Pippa Tank being able to… activate its shield,” Shinjo said quietly. The word “activate shield” felt out of place coming from a game, but he couldn’t think of any other way to describe it—the way bumper car drivers drive is pretty much like in the game, except they’re followed by a string of bright red police lights.

They were indeed followed by a string of things.

Xincheng peered out the window, his vision shaky as strange creatures followed closely behind. There were three-legged dogs, a bald breed that looked like a chicken or a duck but had no feathers, and a giant spider that hopped around like a gazelle with eight legs.

The visuals are so surreal they're breathtaking.

The most suffocating thing was that these monsters hadn't been left behind. They were right behind, as if Sato had slammed on the brakes.

They were about to pounce on the car, surrounding it from top to bottom, like cheetahs eyeing their prey's throat.

Even the raging fire couldn't kill them!

"I forgot to ask, did Captain Gijō give you a detailed explanation of the follow-up plans? The operational direction has changed," Sato said.

Munakata turned his face, and Sato read four different interpretations of the question in his eyes.

"Simply put, it's a shift from reconnaissance to a full-scale assault, the kind that wipes this place off the map. Each team has a different mission, and Captain Gijon will explain it to you once we're out," Sato said, keeping the accelerator pressed down, the truck beneath his feet like a rocket hurtling close to the ground. "The footage you've captured has convinced Commander Yoshioka to make his decision."

"determination?"

"Yes, we can't let these monsters out. No matter what caused them to mutate like this, things in the Demon Realm should stay with the Demon Realm. Who knows if their escape will cause normal species in the outside world to mutate as well?"

Sato said, "So Commander Yoshioka has mobilized heavy firepower. We don't want anyone else to come out of there, except for you guys, ah, and Ultraman Tiga."

A truck bathed in white light rampaged through the air, followed by a long line of snarling monsters. Further on, beyond the carbonized, twisted tree trunks frozen in their final moments, lay a battlefield between two giants, an alien, and a monster.

The wool coat takes all of this into view.

He was still in the spire-like building halfway up the mountain; the fire hadn't collapsed it, but had only dispersed the crowd. Now, there was no one else in the building except for the wool coat.

He rummaged in his pocket for a while, then lit a cigarette.

This was a habit inherited from the body's owner; the wool coat was too lazy to fight its addictive nature. He expertly flicked off his cigarette ash, watching the Titan and his "partner" go back and forth—in reality, the Titan, with its superior position, was unilaterally beating up the Kirieloid.

"You really have embarrassed us," the overcoat said to the short man, but the short man couldn't hear it because of the distance.

"Not only did they ignore our advice and actively seek battle, but they also can't win." The man in the wool coat exhaled a puff of white smoke.

White smoke rose into the air and slowly dissipated.

Chapter 156 Escaping Hell: The "Human"

Along with the white smoke, countless blue particles, as bright as stars and as white as snow, also dissipated.

It comes from Hillborg, from the "monsters" scorched in flames, stretching from the end of the boiling river to the edge of the carbonized forest.

Only now did the TPC Information Department, which was monitoring the Demon Realm, see the true form of the river.

"Commander, Commander Yoshioka!" The operative who had noticed something amiss didn't dare to delay. He stood up abruptly, the buttons on his abdomen hitting the table with a loud thud: "This river... no, this chain!"

Without needing his reminder, Tetsuji Yoshioka had already seen the glowing river on the big screen—anyone who sees a blue river rising from a crimson sea of ​​fire would be unable to resist focusing all their attention on it.

Blue particles drifted into the air, weaving a winding "chain" that resembled a nebula or a snow ribbon. It was so light and graceful that if one ignored the scorching fire that spoiled the mood, Tetsuji Yoshioka would gladly stop and admire this rare and beautiful sight.

"Why is it in the shape of a chain?" Tetsuji Yoshioka's brow furrowed deeply. "And the ring, and the padlock..."

"Ouroboros!" The voice came from the communicator; it was Takuma Sato, his words accompanied by the crackling sound of burning sparks.

"It's an ouroboros, and we're riding on the tip of its tail!" Sweat beaded on his forehead, not from the heat, but from a premonition of impending doom: "Self-devourer, it means an endless cycle, if it's true... it really is!"

With a screeching sound of brakes, the reckless truck came to a halt.

There was no need to continue. Sato Takuma was certain he was driving straight ahead, and Munakata had even yelled at him to go around the tree trunk because he hadn't swerved when they hit it. But they didn't need to go around it at all, because the protection Samuel provided was enough to knock away any obstacles in their path.

“Even if there’s a monster in front of you,” Samuel said, “it can protect you until you escape or rescue arrives.”

“It sounds like a thousand-year-old turtle shell,” Sato circled the seemingly ordinary truck, then patted the gleaming headlights and asked, “So, have you named it yet?”

Samuel pondered for a moment: "The Cube of Capture, a replica."

"It's not as straightforward as 'pirated version,' nor does it sound as impressive as the 'modified' suffix. Besides, it would be better if you didn't add the last three words," Sato thought to himself, secretly despising Samuel's naming skills. Now, he was even more skeptical: "Are counterfeit versions reliable?"

Whether Samuel's protection was reliable was still unknown. Meanwhile, the Kirieloids, who were fighting Tiga, discovered that his escape method had failed!

The Demon Realm originates from Silvergon's abilities. Silvergon was discovered to have been raised by its Kirieloid inhabitants for a long time, and these Kirieloids naturally possess methods to escape the Demon Realm at any time—this is also the reason the short man dared to challenge Ultraman Tiga. 69.493.6135

If you can't win, you can always run away!

But now he couldn't escape. He ducked to dodge a palm-shaped arrow of light fired by Xie Di, and muttered, "Silbagon! What are you daydreaming about!"

Silvergon blinked innocently, and taking advantage of its distraction, Tiga delivered a solid kick to its chest, sending it flailing its short claws in vain.

He fell backward.

"Great opportunity! Cut its kneecaps!" Soruka shouted repeatedly, "After the kneecaps, cut its head! It'll definitely raise its head first!"

Daigo chose the Freeze Ray: "Senior, I clearly remember you telling me to freeze it first and then fry it."