Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

[No response to permission request, buzzing... Writing to report.]

"No response to permission request"? But Estend should be nearby!

Emotions he had never experienced before filled his mind, making it almost impossible for him to calm down.

The activity of light particles surged after the restrictions were lifted, and the tug-of-war in his head seemed to be stopped by a pair of hands, but the anxiety that almost overwhelmed him did not diminish at all.

EX Red King shook his head, opened his mouth and roared twice, then crashed into him with a rumble.

But the silver-black creature in front of it did not knock it away as it had expected; instead, it reached out and blocked it.

This guy's strength is clearly getting weaker and weaker! What's going on?

EX Red King's limited brain couldn't decipher the situation, so he roared and stomped his feet, trying to forcefully knock the guy over.

The timer's red light flashed faster and faster, and the originally black and reddish patterns now surged with a deep purple light, looking thick and chaotic, just like Samuel's mind right now.

“Estender…” he suddenly spoke, “Kataslow, Kataslow! Get out here!”

"Huh?" The corn cob tilted its head, looking confused.

On the other side, within the area swept by the monster's guided sonic wave, Dragonite was clearly more affected. Its destructive beam dissipated, and it even blinked in bewilderment. Bakshim, who was still spewing fireballs, also stopped, looking at Dragonite with a completely blank expression.

EX Belial was the least affected, as it crouched down and launched a dense barrage of tracking missiles from behind, forcing Mebius to retreat while prioritizing dealing with the missiles using his lightsaber and Mebium Cut.

Loader and Propulsion took the opportunity to target Baksim, their beams exploding into intense sparks on its poorly protected eyes.

EX Belaucon itself brazenly barged to the nearest Doragiri and slapped it with a physical wake-up spell.

However, it was clear that the improved version of the monster-induced sound wave was not something that could be easily eliminated. After the Dragrig gathered its destructive beam and caused some trouble for Mebius from afar, it hissed and stopped moving. It glanced at EX Bellokon and then retreated behind EX Bellokon.

EX Beaukorn angrily turned around and spat out two missiles at Mebius. Mebius dodged them and then swung his sword to cut off the missiles that were about to veer off to him.

Two explosions almost overlapped, and a lightsaber gleaming with golden light emerged from the smoke, aiming directly at EX Belokorn's relatively weak neck.

EX Belial neither dodged nor evaded, but instead spewed another pillar of fire from its mouth, charging straight towards the direction from which the lightsaber had come. The scorching air blew away the smoke and dust, revealing Mebius, who had closed in.

If he were in good condition, Mebius should have been able to stop and dodge immediately, but he was clearly already at his limit, so the pillar of fire burned solidly all the way up his left arm to his chest.

The deformed thrust struck EX Belaukun's right shoulder near his neck, severing several coral-like "horns".

That was where EX Belaukun stored and launched missiles. The missiles that were ready to be launched inside were damaged and exploded. EX Belaukun roared and retreated.

Feeling as if his left hand no longer belonged to him, Mebius barely managed to maintain his lightsaber. Not daring to linger, he leaped into the sky once more.

EX Belaucon indeed arched its massive body, and a dense net of missiles chased after Mebius.

"No, even if the guiding sound waves calmed the two down, Mebius is almost out of energy!" Under immense pressure, Kazama Marina felt that her hearing had never been so sharp. She piloted the Loader and fired variable beams one after another, coordinating with the Propulsion's movements to detonate the missiles that Mebius couldn't reach.

After doing all this, her tense mind finally relaxed, and she even felt a slight sense of disorientation.

But there is no room for distraction on the battlefield.

EX Belaucon's claw-wielding cutting beam grazed off one side of the Loaded Unit's fuselage, narrowly missing Kazama.

On Marina.

The Loader followed in the footsteps of the Wing, and was even in worse condition. Half of the cockpit was gone. Marina Kazama braved the fierce winds at high altitude to steer the plane away from the battlefield before pulling the catapult.

She didn't want to land and be trampled to death by monsters in battle.

On the ground, Ikaruga Sadaharu looked up at the white umbrella-shaped flower and chased after it downwards.

Shingo Sakami, who also saw the parachute jump, breathed a sigh of relief.

Fighter jets can be rebuilt, but the lives of our crew members are always the top priority.

"I'm the only one left." Shingo Sakami piloted the Propulsion, turning to try and create distance between himself and EX Bellokon.

Immediately afterwards, I heard what sounded like Samuel's voice.

Just then, a surprised voice came through the communication channel: "Was that... Ultraman speaking?"

As George ran, he kept glancing back at the battlefield. The giant, shrouded in a purplish-black light, was relentlessly pounding EX Red King's body with punches, one from the left and one from the right, causing the latter to roar in anger. However, due to the relentless onslaught, the latter was unable to dodge.

"Kataslo! Get out here!"

The voice of a giant.

It sounds a bit young, with a metallic feel to it.

Sadaharu Ikaruga opened his mouth, so it really was Ultraman speaking?

Is it Samuel? What happened to him?

Was he asking about the monster?

EX Red King roared impatiently, his voice so loud it hurt everyone's eardrums. The missile bay that Kataslo had specially modified for him opened again, and missiles billowing white smoke slammed into the chattering guy in front of him. The explosions and smoke enveloped most of the test site, and the booming sound filled everyone's ears.

The next second, a figure shrouded in deep purple-black light burst through the curtain, wisps of smoke curling around its body. EX Red King's missile bay didn't have time to close before it was punched in the head, letting out a painful cry and staggering backward.

Then he felt himself being entangled by something. He looked down and saw it was a whip of light. The other end of the whip was in the hand of the guy who had suddenly become so talkative.

Deep purple light converged within the red timer. EX Red King sensed the danger and tried his best to break free, but the light whip held him tightly, and the flames burning on it scorched him all over.

The missile compartment is not closed yet!

EX Red King hurriedly tried to close the missile bay; the specially thickened hatch was its important defense.

But by the time it realized this and took action, it was too late. A massive stream of light poured down on it without mercy, rushing into the missile bay and detonating the remaining munitions stored inside.

The violent explosion instantly turned the test site into a sea of ​​fire, with thick smoke billowing into the surrounding forest, and flames carrying smoke and dust rising into a mushroom cloud.

As the Propulsion swept diagonally past the column of smoke and flames, Shingo Sakami looked with lingering fear at what almost filled his entire field of vision outside the cabin—if he hadn't reacted quickly and pulled up early, the Propulsion would have been engulfed by that column of fire that was almost half the width of the test range!

The mushroom cloud that had spread above the pillar of fire loomed over the Propulsion. Shingo Sakami turned his aircraft around, bypassing the still scorching smoke cloud, and continued his ascent. Given the uncertainty of the situation, this was the best option.

Moreover, Samuel's condition is strange, and getting too close might be dangerous.

Deeply affected by the monster's sonic waves, Dragoni and Baksim were brutally beaten by Mebius. They burst out of the billowing smoke, exchanged a glance, and decided to run away.

The sky cracked into a mirror, and Doragri and Baksim, impatient, smashed through the mirror and rushed into the red void.

The Mebium Rays chased them into the other dimension, where only the roars of monsters could be heard before the spatial rift closed and disappeared.

Without Kataslow's command, the monsters act entirely on their own will.

And Cataslow...

Chapter Sixty-One: Wrong Revenge

【A few minutes ago.】

"Buzz—" The distinctive sound of a light gun being triggered.

If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to accurately pierce the traitor's heart and burn it to ashes.

But the light unusually scattered, as if it had encountered something impenetrable; one of the stray rays even nearly hit him.

Kataslo was momentarily stunned.

Estend reacted before him, using all his strength to mimic Lomia's method, twisting his wrist back and forcing him to let go and drop the beam gun.

But Estend didn't have time to pick it up again. He grabbed Kataslo's only usable arm, knocked him over, and then punched him in the eye.

Ugh, those disgusting green light bulb eyes.

Kataslo kicked him in the stomach, sending the guy who had just gotten up crashing to the ground again. He got up and tried to pick up his gun, but Estend grabbed his hand again.

The two were so close that they could see the dust and sand on each other's bodies.

Kataslo then realized why the previous shot hadn't killed the traitor: the charred metal object lying across his chest was perhaps his identification badge.

What Kataslo didn't know was that the back-end access he needed most was right there in this identity plaque, which he had destroyed with a single shot.

The two men's clumsy fight devolved into a simple wrestling match, and the close proximity of their faces made Estend almost unable to suppress his anger.

The Yabo man's face stared menacingly.

He stared at the other person. "What exactly are you talking about?!"

He was eager to get an answer, and even hoped that the result wouldn't be what he had just expected.

Kataslo repeatedly rammed his knee into his chest and abdomen, but he dared not let go, knowing that if he stepped back, Kataslo would surely turn around and grab the beam gun back into his hand.

So he was like a piece of chewing gum right now, or perhaps a more apt description would be a clingy dog, kicking him until he gagged, rolling around covered in dust but refusing to let go.

Annoyed by him, Kataslo gave up on touching the light gun and grabbed his collar, dragging him and slamming him against the tree trunk.

"Ha, you really don't know, you outcast?" Kataslo tried to bang this damned leech's head against a tree, saying, "Your family really is a lineage of deserters, traitors, outcasts and disgrace among the Yapools!"

The tree trunk trembled slightly, and Estend's head made a warm, intimate contact with it.

Kataslow leaned close to his eyes, which were dazed from the impact, and said, "Ultraman Ace, you killed so many of our people. Who will thank him for accelerating the construction of our 'Resentment Aggregate'?"

He was pleased to see the change in Estend's expression, and then kicked him again: "Your grandfather, the excellent former director of the Second Research Institute, was also killed by them! And you actually helped them! Traitor, the Inquisition has been too lenient with you. Your corpse should be fed to my worst work!"

Warm blood clung to the tree, with most of it sliding down the back of his head and down his neck. After a brief moment of dizziness, the pain actually made Estend more alert.

"'Anomaly,' wasn't killed by the Space Garrison, was it?" Kataslo saw a ball of fire, a fire called rage, engulfing everything in the traitor's eyes.

Ed, Grandpa's going to Earth to avenge your parents and also to free you from the humiliation of being a "deserter."

"Can't I not go? I don't want to leave Grandpa."

They're on Earth, Grandpa has to go there.

"Hahahaha—" Kataslo couldn't help but burst into laughter. Yes, that was the look on his face. So what if he was angry? He could feel Estend's hands trembling as he held his arm. Perhaps this guy wouldn't last much longer before he was finished. Unfortunately, if the conditions were right, he would rather tie this guy to the dissection table—for the sake of his Lomia.