Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The crazed infected turned their attention here. The crew members who witnessed their colleagues being eaten alive by the infected were almost fainting, and their fear became the most tempting bait, so the infected swarmed in.

By the time Sanada Ryosuke arrived, only two people remained in the command room, still breathing. He hastily stopped their bleeding. The infected had been defeated, and the remnants had disappeared after leaving the command room.

Ryosuke Sanada hurriedly chased after it, only to find that the monster that had caused the red glow phenomenon had already arrived.

"Swallowing whole." Those were the only two words that came to mind to describe the scene before him.

The monster that had been lurking near the transport convoy was pulled out of the sea by an unseen force—or rather, it came out of the sea of ​​its own volition, and was now flying into the sky like a fish joining its swarm.

Also taking to the sky were the infected who had escaped their guards. They were clearly not acting voluntarily; their violent cries tore open the mutated creatures' throats, like the unwilling roars of a thousand or ten thousand demons before their descent into hell.

The white fog obscured the crew's vision, but it could not block Ryosuke Sanada's view.

He saw countless shadows and a dense mass of eyes. The shadows tried to cling to the ship, leaving long claw marks on the steel hull. They seized, entangled, and bit at anything that could hold them in place, with a terrifying force that even the hardest bow and hull were deformed by the pulling.

Sparks flew everywhere, but their struggles were ultimately futile. The writhing monster in the sky spread its wings, and the "food," whether willing or unwilling, flew towards it.

The floor beneath my feet shook violently, and my perspective suddenly rose!

The sea level has been raised!

Ryosuke Sanada realized that the ship would also be sucked up!

Just like a whale swallowing krill, it simply opens its mouth and swallows everything it can suck in, then slowly filters out the seawater and debris.

"Dream on!" He didn't think too much about it.

Even top researchers wouldn't think too much at a time like this—he completely forgot the impact his actions would have on the organization, and he completely forgot that he was a wanted criminal on TPC's register. Perhaps the energy fluctuations of the monster form were being sealed away on some hard drive in the Life Science Research Center.

He was still young, unlike the experienced and knowledgeable Masaki Keigo who ran a company, and unlike the shrewd and charismatic young man...

The woman, whose age is even harder to guess than a lipstick shade, is not the kind of older woman who would lure him into this situation, nor is her photo published in history textbooks.

He exhaled the scorching air.

Above them, the all-consuming monster paused slightly, looking down at the "disobedient" transport ship.

The silver-gray hull was shrouded in an even larger shadow, with a strange monster hovering at its bow. The sea was turbulent, but the area around it was as still as a lake. The rocking transport ship slowly stabilized, as if it had reached the safest harbor.

This is the scene Samuel witnessed when he chased after the monster that voluntarily swam to the surface of the sea.

A monster, resembling both a ghost and a snake, danced among the clouds, its scorching red gaze piercing through lightning and mist, looking down upon those who dared to defy it.

"Human," Ryosuke Sanada, no, now he's the monster codenamed "Ebolon" in TPC.

The codename "Ebloon" comes from TPC's speculation that he injected himself with Ebloon cells for biological experiments. However, the product that the Kirieloids traded to him was far more dangerous—it was the product of generations of researchers who had fallen into the same trap as him. Therefore, it might not be appropriate to still refer to the current Ryosuke Sanada as "Ebloon".

He once used his power, which he had not yet fully mastered, to steal the Ebron cells, a power that greatly delighted the Kirieloids.

He still remembers his chubby partner patting his belly like a festive drumbeat: "Congratulations! Not many people can maintain a human appearance, you're one of them!"

"You clearly said..."

"Ah, a mature product." Kamimura is a shrewd businessman. Shrewd businessmen always like to trick people into willingly buying things, without providing any after-sales service.

“Just because a product is mature doesn’t mean it’s completely free of side effects, right?” Kamimura said. “Now you’ve experienced its ‘problems’ firsthand, so for the next deal—we’ll fully support you in developing a cure that will allow you to survive, on the condition that we get a sample after it’s done.”

"A pretty good deal, right? I wouldn't even dare to use it," Kamimura pointed to his decaying internal organs through his stomach. "Here's a hint: its parent material comes from Ebloon cells. Perhaps you'll need the 'predecessor' research data that we've preserved?"

In the past... when a malicious and capable person lives in your house long enough, the things in the house will inevitably be changed by him.

Even when he had the upper hand, Kamimura maintained the qualities of a shrewd businessman. He didn't tell the truth; the so-called mature product actually had nothing to do with Ebron cells—if he were a less composed researcher, he would probably have been eager to stabilize his own physical condition and experiment with the cell samples stolen from TPC... inevitably ending up using them on himself.

This must have been the intention of the Kirielod.

The unknown product and the "compatibility" test with Ebron cells will inevitably drive the researchers, who are being pressured by death, to use all their power. What kind of thing do they want to create?

Or perhaps... the "predecessors" didn't just study Ebloon cells. Maybe the Kirieloids gave them countless material samples of other life forms. Generation after generation, it just so happened that Sanada Ryosuke encountered Ebloon cells as material. In the end, even God couldn't predict what kind of product would be born.

Ryosuke Sanada had no idea how many young researchers had fallen into the fire before him. All he knew was that when he escaped control and destroyed the container filled with Ebron cells, his mind was filled with the thought, "I ended it all."

Before today, he had no idea what kind of monster's prototype the "predecessors" used in their products.

Today, at this very moment, upon seeing that monster dancing gracefully among the clouds, he suddenly realized something.

"It's it!" He felt as if his blood was about to boil.

If he were on the other side of the world and happened to meet someone with a personality almost identical to his own, he would feel a sense of novelty and curiosity, wondering what kind of coincidence of environments and experiences could make two complete strangers so similar.

But here, the surging blood stirs up a thirst from the very soul, like positive and negative charges meeting—they are destined to meet each other and then fight to the death.

He wasn't the only one who felt the same way.

The infected who hadn't been pulled into the air all looked up at the same time. They suddenly stopped cursing and shouting, and the noisy cell became deathly silent, with only countless pairs of staring eyes open, like a school of fish dying of thirst.

“Dark Lucifer.” Samuel almost thought he had returned.

The next moment, he immediately realized that Dark Lucifer could not possibly be here—he was probably out in some universe fighting Noah, while his clones were being dragged out one by one by Samuel and burned into cosmic dust over the years.

Even though Dark Lucifer wasn't there, someone still accomplished a "great feat" that would have been almost impossible for him to achieve in person.

The evolution of alien beasts has an end—or rather, perhaps there is no end in terms of strength, but when a certain limit is reached and the materials that constitute it are sufficient, it is often given a new name.

The Kirieloids, who were the instigators, did not know this name, but how could Samuel forget it?

Although the figures in the sky and on the sea are somewhat different, they are very similar overall, to the point that they are automatically classified as the same species upon first glance.

The limbs resemble those of a reptile, the wings are determined by the proportion of their constituent materials, and the eyes are equally crimson, as if rolling with magma.

Beelzebub.

Chapter 189 Star Viewing

Beelzebub, the "Lord of the Flies" despised by the Jews, was said to bring plagues wherever he went. In even older texts, in the Phoenician writings, he also existed as the "Lord of the High Houses," the "God of Harvest," and the "Sun God."

Dark Lucifer was an unfathomable figure. Samuel once pondered why he called the leader of the alien beasts "Beelzebub," and finally concluded that "perhaps he liked the story of the sun god being portrayed as a demon king by other sects after his followers withered away."

In such stories, it doesn't matter how the Lord of the High House (baal-zebul) is stigmatized as the Lord of the Flies (baal-zebub). The god in people's imagination is still there; only the person depicting him has changed—like the infected who were just devoured by Beelzebub, their bodies are still there, and have even been built into a more powerful and enduring life, but they are dead.

"If we sneak off now, can we escape?" some crew members whispered, but they only moved their mouths and didn't dare to take a single step.

Three monsters loomed overhead, the one flying the highest glaring menacingly, making it difficult for anyone to move.

“Brother, if you hadn’t been holding me, I would have jumped into the sea and swam back,” his companion replied. “Or did you bring a gun with you when you came out? If they open their mouths and charge down, I’ll shoot you.”

Why wasn't it me who gave it to you?

"I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."

The crew member hesitated for a moment, then gripped his companion's arm tightly. The shadows of the monsters loomed over the entire transport ship; the massive vessel seemed as fragile as a paper toy before them. The people sitting on the toy were even smaller; they had nowhere to escape and could only depend on each other for survival.

Azure lightning ripped through the sky, and the clouds were blown away by an invisible force, protecting them like loyal guardians. The strange monster stood with its back to them, and through its shoulder, they could see the blood-red light of the sky.

The crew was convinced it had emerged from the transport ship—minutes earlier, those on deck had witnessed how the near-humanoid creature had swelled into its current form.

It was panting heavily, and its muffled breathing gave people a strange sense of security.

“Like a wall,” the crew thought. “On the bright side, it’s a good monster, like the ‘friendly Earth monster’ that’s talked about in TPC, coming to help us; on the dark side, it has already taken our ship as its own territory, or is like a tiger angrily flying in the sky trying to snatch food from its mouth… and the food is us.”

Ryosuke Sanada didn't have the appetite he had imagined.

The targeted training he underwent under the supervision of Tsukishiro Ayaka prevented him from falling into the sea as soon as he transformed, and he still had the energy to divert his attention to other places—such as the guys who looked a lot like him.

Three monsters, one in the sky, one on a ship, and one in the sea, gathered from different places and didn't know each other, yet they shared a similar appearance. If this were applied to animals, no one would classify them into different categories; the only distinction would be whether they were brown bears, polar bears, or giant pandas.

However, the one in the sky was even stranger.

Ryosuke Sanada was certain that neither he nor the one who came out of the sea had three heads.

Ryosuke Sanada observed the other two monsters, who in turn observed him. A three-legged stand is often the most stable formation; they were all sizing each other up, trying to discern the other's stance from subtle movements.

"An Infected?" Samuel wasn't staring intently at Beelzebub flying overhead; he focused more of his attention on Sanada Ryosuke. Infected individuals who could maintain their sanity despite exhibiting mutated bodies were extremely rare. Optimistically speaking, perhaps this was a person of unwavering will who had overcome the will of the alien beast and raised the banner of rebellion against Beelzebub.

On the other hand, speculating from a negative perspective... perhaps they are the spreaders of the alien beast factor. The Kirieloids have already thoroughly studied it, and with countless experimental samples, they can always find those that are special. Samuel is willing to believe in the will of others, but recently there have been far too many "surprises."

The Manonians weren't exactly high-threat creatures, but they possessed a weapon capable of penetrating his light shield—to be precise, all light-based attacks were like night to day, ice to sunlight, before that azure weapon. The one above them also possessed similar skills, resulting in Dolphin 202 being pierced through a large hole and now forced to lie on the deck, unable to dive further.

Is it a coincidence? Maybe.

The prototype of the alien beast factor in this world undoubtedly comes from Samuel himself, except that the Kirieloids obtained a sample from 30 million years ago. At that time, he had just experienced a fierce battle with the master of the "Primordial Nest". The latter, seeing that the situation was not good, retreated to another world, intending to change his "dining table" or seek the support of Dark Lucifer, but was entangled by Samuel. The two chased and fled, and although they were both exhausted, they were enough to tear the spatial passage to pieces.

Soruka did not first meet Samuel in the remote mountains.

At that time, Paradia had not yet been born, and Soruka's human form was Paradia's father. They were leading a migrating group to find a new home—their previous dwellings had been polluted by water sources, perhaps by the blood of aliens or monsters. No one cared; they only cared about finding a place to stay before their food and water ran out.

The wilderness was cold and desolate in the dead of night. People carried lanterns and lined up in long queues, holding hands tightly with each other. The queues formed a glowing snake that meandered across the open field.

The Milky Way hung high in the sky. Soruka looked up and saw two shooting stars.

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"It's a fireball!" the human host exclaimed happily. "Look at that one... it's heading in the same direction as us. Thank goodness, it's probably saying, 'We'll find a suitable place to settle down soon.'"

“The sky was full of red-hot gas, rocks, and dust,” Soruka said. “I remember taking you to the moon.”

"Don't ruin other people's beautiful imaginations! No wonder even monsters can pair up while you're single forever!" The human host always changed the subject as easily as the wind: "Ah... if I had a daughter, I would name her Paradia. Para is our hometown, and only elegant girls are named 'Tia,' so everyone will know that she is a flower from the city of Para..."

“You’re not married yet. Your last relationship was a year ago. You channeled your heartbreak into helping others and saving lives. When I met you, you were about to use a wooden stick to fight off a monster,” Soruka recounted ruthlessly.

"Soruka," the human host muttered, "you're so annoying."

Soruka is always right. His long life has given him knowledge and power far exceeding that of a human. Sometimes he disagrees with a human on a certain matter, but in the end, the facts always side with Soruka.

This time, the facts tipped the scales slightly, bestowing a lucky reward upon the human being.

They continued along the trajectory of the fireball, crossed the hills, and found a beautiful spot nestled between mountains and water.

That was Paradia's birthplace, a place called "Star View".