Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

More than a decade later, Soruka saw the "fire meteor" again, a monster that had recently awakened.

Had Samuel known he would leave behind so many troublesome hidden dangers, perhaps he wouldn't have chosen to leave the mountains with Paradia and Soruka. Beelzebub, unintentionally bred by the Kirieloids, shares the same origin as Samuel. The former was an alien beast from thirty million years ago, before it ignited its light; the latter was an old friend returned from another universe.

Aside from Dark Lucifer, perhaps no other "person" will ever be so closely related to Samuel in a blood relationship, like two sides of the same coin.

Samuel's explanation of the dolphin crew member 202 is only half correct. This dolphin restrains him, and likewise, his strength is no less than that of a raging flood to Beelzebub.

Having identified the enemy he had to fight, Samuel quickly turned his attention to another: the monster that Sanada Ryosuke had transformed into.

Beelzebub slowly flapped its wings, and Sanada Ryosuke followed its movements, occasionally glancing out to make sure the transport ship hadn't strayed out of its protection zone.

The moment he lowered his head, Beelzebub suddenly flapped its wings, emitting a short, sharp cry, and a gale swept down from the heavens!

Chapter 190 Stance

The ultimate howl of the wind!

It unfolds silently.

This Beelzebub, capable of crossing half the Atlantic to find a convoy in minutes, naturally possessed a pair of powerful wings. When it spread its wings at full power, even the storms high in the sky seemed to cheer for it.

An unbelievable pressure exploded above everyone's heads. Sanada Ryosuke felt a sudden heaviness all over his body, and his ears rang, as if he were squatting next to a steel rolling mill. The consequence of forgetting to bring earplugs was a perforated eardrum. After the instantaneous explosion, there was a long silence.

A ship! Even an armed transport ship couldn't match the hardness of a monster's skeleton. A chill ran down his spine to his limbs. Forgetting about exposing his back to the enemy, Sanada Ryosuke hurriedly turned around, unsure if he would see a discus of iron outlining a ship or something else.

"Huh?" He saw the empty sea.

Ryosuke Sanada blinked. Had the ship sunk?! But he didn't see a single piece of debris!

A deep snort came from above, like an angry hound. Beelzebub lowered his body and aimed at a certain spot, like an eagle eyeing its prey.

"Thump, thump." The few seconds were extremely difficult to endure. Sanada Ryosuke was completely confused when the vanished transport ship suddenly reappeared in his field of vision!

The monster that emerged from the sea was also there, looking at him. Sanada Ryosuke instinctively flew towards it—the transport ship was under its control! He had to get rid of this dangerous creature!

Samuel wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but the moment Ryosuke Sanada rushed toward him, he thought he saw a mother hen frantically protecting her chicks.

Beelzebub, hovering overhead, also stirred. It seemed to share the same goal as Ryosuke Sanada; it longed for the ship, and even more so, for its kind.

Ryosuke Sanada was so concerned about the people on the ship that he forgot he was also one of Beelzebub's prey. If he didn't look up and respond, Beelzebub would skewer him, along with the transport ship, like a string of candied hawthorns.

From the crew's perspective, the current situation was like two monsters swooping down on them. Let alone a thin-skinned, heavily armored transport ship, even if they hid in an air-raid shelter, they wouldn't be able to withstand the monsters' onslaught.

"Oh my god..." The crew member, trembling, grabbed his companion and opened the holster. Shooting himself to death seemed no different from being run over by a monster, but dying by his own hand would feel better. He touched the grip, his fingers sweaty and slippery. His companion was faster; he snatched the sidearm from him, not aiming it at the crew member, nor at himself—he steadied his arm, breathing heavily, the muzzle pointed at the sky, at the strangest, three-headed monster overhead.

"You?!" The crew member was taken aback. His companion's actions were akin to using chopsticks to subdue a wild boar. He admired his companion's courage, but also thought he must have done something incredibly stupid. Then, he did something even more foolish: he...

He hugged another person, trying to use his own body to help his companion withstand some of the impact.

The crew was confused, but Samuel, observing from the sidelines, could discern something. The strange monster was clearly targeting him, its intention to drive him away obvious; it was even trying to restrain its tail to prevent the transport ship's signal pole from being affected. Beelzebub, on the other hand, made no attempt to conceal its aggressive desire... and its instinct to feed; Samuel could see its wide-open throat and the saliva between its teeth.

Then the answer is obvious.

Two crazed dump trucks encountered an interceptor of equal strength. He had no intention of explaining himself to anyone, only aiming at the one descending from the sky, spinning and whipping around. A short sonic boom ignited an invisible fuse like a flintlock pistol, and a crescent-shaped blade of light, wreathed in silver flames, vanished in an instant. Beelzebub's movements faltered, and Samuel seized the opportunity to ram him from the side. They were like two arrows colliding at high speed; one second the crew thought disaster was imminent, the next, suddenly the world was clear.

"Boom—!" The sound of a shell hitting a steel plate could be heard from afar; the sea surface under the impact of a high-speed object was indeed as hard as steel.

The two monsters grabbed each other and crashed into the sea. The towering waves came like mountains. The crew had just survived one dangerous situation when they faced another life-threatening challenge: how to deal with the giant waves that were several times higher than the ship?

If the captain were alive, the people in the engine room might have a chance if they reacted quickly, but the ship was already dilapidated, covered in claw marks from the infected people who had fallen ill. The captain's head and spine were separated, the engine room door was embedded in the floor, and the only survivors were on the deck.

In fact, even without the monster, the ship would not be able to return to port. It would slowly tilt and sink during its arduous voyage, crashing into the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean. Coral and shells would climb all over its railings, sea lilies would bloom in its portholes, and the corpses of the infected would become the most terrifying source of pollution, giving birth to new monsters on the seabed.

The crew member could only open his mouth wide, unable to breathe. His companion's finger, tightly gripping the trigger, could not be pressed down. The monster was a decent target, but how could they break through the overwhelming wall of water?

Almost simultaneously, a dark figure approached from the side. It stretched out a huge hand, one end gripping the bow, the other lifting the fragile hull.

The crew heard a thunderous roar, and then their perspective suddenly rose as the transport ship detached from the sea. The towering waves, which had seemed to collapse like mountains, became low hills, and a monster lifted the ship into the air.

The crew recognized him; he was the one who had stepped off the ship, with blue eyes and only one head.

"Hoo..." Sanada Ryosuke held the transport ship in his hands like he was holding a newborn baby, afraid that even blowing on it might hurt it. He tried to calm his wildly beating heart and looked down.

Although there were no violent storms, the seawater churned incessantly, turning almost a deep gray, with foam constantly rising to the surface, and deadly fire and lightning raging in the water. Seawater was blasted into the sky, white mist and thick smoke billowing forth, occasionally a long tail cleaving the surface of the sea before quickly disappearing again. Two black shadows were like two out-of-control trains chasing each other, each collision accompanied by a thunderous roar.

"Take him away." A strange voice came from beside me.

Unlike the raging sea, the voice was calm, as if stating something perfectly ordinary: "If you want to protect them, go to the Caribbean, where the nearest TPC port base is. And if you want to do something else, go to Hawaii. If you can't find your way, let Dolphin 202 help you; they have the best positioning system."

"...What?" It took Sanada Ryosuke a moment to react. Perhaps one of the other two monsters was talking to him. Most likely, it was the one with one head; very unlikely, it was the three-headed madman.

“Go to Hawaii, infected, no, humans,” the voice said. “That’s the battlefield between humans and mechanical civilizations.”

Sanada Ryosuke's heart, which had calmed down a little, began to urge him on again, and the voice even had the mind to joke: "If you can't bear to part with the famous island beaches."

Chapter 191 The Ghost of Rebirth

The transport ship crew determined that the monsters must have reached some kind of agreement.

After a brief silence, the monster crouching near the bow suddenly turned around and, with an undeniable force, carried away the battered Dolphin 202 lying on the deck. It seemed dissatisfied with the empty cabin and reached out to pull at the two orange-uniformed men who had come aboard from 202, stuffing them back inside.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" "Help!" "Aaaaaah—"

As the cargo ship's crew stared in disbelief, Dolphin 202 and two innocent Coast Guard members disappeared into the sky aboard the monster jet.

Suddenly, the seabed fell silent. The towering waves seemed to have been cut away, and the entire sea was as calm as fine velvet. If it weren't for the still blood-red sky and the scars left on the transport ship, the crew would probably have thought they were having a bizarre dream.

"Are we going to be eaten or smashed into pieces?" The crew member on Dolphin 202 hoped he was dreaming. He asked his teammates, "Does the monster want to take us back to its nest as food?"

“…If it was really hungry, it should have chewed up the whole boat just now,” his teammate tried to reassure himself, then hesitated, “Maybe it had accomplices, feeding the cubs or something… Ah, the screen!”

The electronic screen, which had been covered in static, finally lit up, and communications, which had been paralyzed by Beelzebub, were restored.

The team members, as if grasping at a straw, immediately shouted: "Headquarters! Dolphin 202 calling! We're being attacked by a monster!"

"Hit hostage! Requesting firepower!"

boom!

Dolphin 202 swayed violently, and a sudden feeling of weightlessness came over the crew. They managed to stand up by grabbing onto the control panel.

"It's descending?" The team members looked out the porthole in surprise. The seawater was taking up more and more of the land, but it was undeniable that a monster was landing.

"It might be heading back to its nest! Could it be in the sea?" the team member exclaimed. "Hurry, hurry! Have you received a location?! Please tell Masako, I..."

Bang! !

With an even louder explosion than before, a steaming black shadow violently ripped out the periscope, reaching its claws through the opening at the top and tearing a "skylight." The team member's hand, which had been holding the phone, froze in mid-air, while the phone had changed hands—a humanoid creature leaped down from the "skylight," snatched the phone, and was now staring at him with displeasure, its bluish-gray scales slowly peeling away from its body.

"Will having a hole in the top affect its performance? I remember Dolphin 202 has the ability to navigate at sea," the visitor said. "If you don't deploy it soon, we're going to sink."

How the Coast Guard discovered the monster was actually a fugitive will be left aside for now. In the North Atlantic, two other monsters that disappeared in full view of everyone are "engaging in enthusiastic communication" in other phases.

Samuel engaged in one-sided communication.

Realizing that Beelzebub was mentally unstable and almost entirely driven by instinct, he called out several names in a row—from Dark Lucifer to every alien he had ever seen in this universe. He finally determined that the most significant reaction came from the names "Kyrierod" and "TPC," indicating that the keywords his creator had instilled in him were very effective.

“But perhaps you’ve been annoyed to no end,” the monster said, using its mutated vocal cords to make each word sound like the booming of a giant bell. “Beelzebub, Beelzebub from another universe, I’ve come to see you off.”

Beelzebub tilted his three heads and looked at him.

It opened its mouth, as if to respond. But it couldn't speak; its clumsy tongue was only good at stirring food. It strained to hiss, but it wasn't a deafening roar; rather, it sounded more like a rhythmic, resonant bell.

It is "singing".

Samuel's Meta Realm is an icy ocean. No matter how far one has traveled or how many landscapes one has seen, the first encounter is always breathtaking—so the icy ocean of the "Primal Nest" remains here forever, and he will meet a new enemy in this snowy land just as he defeated the master of the "Primal Nest".

Glaciers and seawater always respond to him; when enemies fall into the water, whirlpools will tear them down into the depths; when enemies fly into the sky, the wind will show its most violent form to deliver them.

But this time, they broke their promise.

Beelzebub sang a short, abrupt chant, and the deep blue vortex suddenly froze.

Beelzebub murmured in a low voice, and the wind in the high sky suddenly stopped.

Samuel glanced at it, unsurprised. This Beelzebub was modeled after himself thirty million years ago; rather than Beelzebub, it was more like another version of himself—perhaps the version of himself who had lost his mind and received countless sacrifices of flesh and blood. If Soruka hadn't bestowed upon him the Medal of the Lightseeker, perhaps he would have slowly decayed into this form over the long years?

Such alien beasts cannot be allowed in the city. Their membranous wings swept across the solid ice, tearing it apart with the mere stirring of the storm. They approached the sea, the water surging outwards as if pressed by an invisible hand, until they turned back towards the sky, the raging waves finally bursting upwards. Sound only offered false guidance; it was like a toddler learning to walk, stumbling and struggling to keep up with their movements.

Beelzebub stole the power of the realm, and Samuel reclaimed it. Storms and snow swirled around them, and fire and lightning roared around them. Golden blood mixed with silver flames poured onto Beelzebub's face, while azure particles and oil-like liquid drenched Samuel.

Beelzebub was a beast. Its excitement at discovering its attacks could penetrate its opponent's defenses matched its rage at realizing its own situation was similar. It sensed danger, and its fury intensified.

It is the true master of this place! All other beasts should obey its commands! Just as the legends say, it is Beelzebub, the demon king, who will bring disaster and plague, turn people into demons, and even the noblest priests will fall into the madness it causes.

But it had only been around for a short time when it encountered a challenger!

Beelzebub bared its fangs, its voice a mixture of crying and laughing. The white mist generated by the intense heat suddenly collapsed amidst the laughter, instantly sweeping away the area where heatwaves, storms, and thunder clashed, as if a corner of the sky had tilted. Beelzebub slowly flapped its wings, its body adopting a leisurely posture, like a fish swimming in its own private ocean, while its three heads tensed in unison, their eyes glaring at the sky, necks outstretched, roaring.

Some young children have an inexplicable urge to destroy things.

For example, when they realize that the entire tray of sand and the exquisite molds cannot be entirely theirs, they might choose to overturn the whole thing: "The toy doesn't belong to me, and it can't belong to you either."

Beelzebub's tough, iron-like skin was half-soaked in oil-like blood, some wounds so deep they exposed bone. Nearly half of its dozens of light and incredibly resilient breastbones were broken, and each flap of its wings felt like a saw tearing at its chest. Even worse was the unseen interior—Samuel liked to repeatedly attack the same spot after finding a weakness, even using his own blood as a weapon. A leech-like silver flame was spreading within its body, causing pain akin to being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Therefore, separate

In his rage, Zeppelin made the simplest decision: since he couldn't fully control the Meta Realm, he would destroy it.

Chapter 192 The Gamble

A dull, loud bang.

A deafening roar came from the compressed air. Fortunately, the transport ship had already gone far enough, but even so, the hurricane that erupted the moment the territory shattered caused towering waves to sweep in all directions once again. The transport ship was running at full speed, like a rabbit being chased by an eagle.

A dazzling light swept in from behind, etching the ship's shadow deep and long. The crew members couldn't help but turn around and look into the distance. They saw a brilliant pillar of light that stretched from the sky to the earth. The seawater receded under invisible pressure, forming a deep pit, and the clouds were pierced through, as if a hole had been made in the sky.

The sun had already set, and the sky had completely cooled. A sharp crescent moon painted a dark red hue along the edges of the clouds. But the pillar of light was even more dazzling, illuminating the three-headed demon and its opponent's enormous membranous wings. Two shadows were cast on the sea, leaving hundreds of meters of gloom.