Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Just as the Naapo people said, he was indeed soaking in magma, his skin burning as if it were about to melt. This unconsciously reminded him of the feeling when he was first brought to Earth and washed by Mebius's beam of light, to the point that his consciousness was half-chaotic and half-awake.

Fortunately, he was still half conscious.

He no longer wanted to go back to being an "asset" of the Yabo people.

Was he "Samuel," "Fos-001," or had other names before? He didn't know.

But he knew that even if he were to turn back into an immobile stone and be with the Suffer people, listening to their chanting prayers and watching their strange and even somewhat ridiculous sacrificial dances, it would be better than facing the Yapo people every day.

Everything is different from what he faced in Pasifica; he still has a chance to try again.

Putting dangerous "assets" into repair chambers, and even filling them with maintenance fluid, is it arrogance or over-reliance on the system they developed?

After the guards finished complaining to their companions, they escorted the man to the door. Just as they were about to return to prison with a bitter face, as if they had eaten half a caterpillar, they suddenly saw the "assets" with five fingers turned into claws, plunging into their hearts without hesitation!

"?!!"

Fresh, hot blood gushed out, splashing onto the inner walls of the cabin, turning the originally transparent outer shell into an opaque deep red.

Upon detecting a sharp decline in the "patient's" vital signs, the repair chamber unilaterally increased the energy concentration of the maintenance solution.

The Yapool's guardian was stunned by the sudden scene, but he wasn't stupid. After a moment of stunned silence, he frantically rushed toward the energy lines of the repair pod.

Halfway there, he hesitated again—what if the repair pod stopped working and the "asset" was completely scrapped? After all, it was a product of the Seventh Research Institute's painstaking efforts.

"A tranquilizer! Yes, that's what we need to find first!"

He snapped open the reinforced outer shell of the repair chamber, a backup device used to deal with the experimental subjects' rampages, which had not been used for many years.

Four semi-circular metal walls rose and locked in place, concealing the blood-stained repair pod within, allowing only a small, pre-reserved window to reveal the interior.

After doing all that, he forced himself to remain calm and searched for a remedy that could calm down the "assets".

Samuel gasped for breath, the mask pressing tightly against his face making a muffled whistling sound as air swirled within it. Foul-smelling blood seemed endless, overflowing from his mouth and mingling with the forced-in air that he coughed up.

He could feel the body's sudden weakness, but he couldn't stop. The Yapool's repair pod held onto the flickering flame of life in its precious "asset," and also held onto Samuel's hope of escaping his predicament.

The fingers touched the pulsating core—a heart modeled after that of an Earthling. A smile appeared on the face, pale from excessive blood loss.

The lifelike cables wrapped around his fingers, just as he was looking for them.

A sudden burst of power!

The smile on his lips tightened with intense pain. The Yapool, who had just found the medicine and was about to return to the repair pod, heard the roar of the raging beast.

Muscles being torn apart doesn't matter; as long as there's still energy, this body can perform any action it wants!

Even if a nerve is severed, it doesn't matter. The tactile sensation in his fingertips is still there, and he can tell whether the clump of maggot-like cables is still "alive"!

A blood vessel being torn is no big deal; it's a product of light particle mimicry. Besides, the blood churning inside the cabin is mostly his blood, so it doesn't matter!

The wounded beast cuts open its wounds and removes the maggots that parasitize its body.

It's no use escaping anywhere; even in the most brutal way, these bloodthirsty guys will drive them out completely!

Many years ago, he was lying in the same recovery chamber when his guide walked in against the light, looked at him silently, and remained silent for a long time.

When he became confused and impatient, the guide finally stammered, "I'm sorry."

At the time, he didn't understand why the facilitator was saying that.

All he wanted to say was, "No apology is needed."

"Aaaaaahh ...

Yabo

I was horrified to see the heavy repair chamber trembling, and I could barely hold onto the canister with my hand that was gripping the sedative.

"You've done enough. I won't let you say those three words again."

Inside the murky cabin, where nothing could be seen, a single, clear, and pure light shone tenaciously. Silvery pupils were half-closed, somewhat unfocused, yet stubbornly refusing to close.

The guards were finally able to confirm what had happened, as the bulkhead at the reserved observation port began to creak and groan under its own weight.

The roar made him wonder if he had locked up the wrong person. Perhaps what he had thrown in was not their obedient "assets" at all, but some kind of irrational beast disguised as "assets".

It used its claws, its head, and everything else at its disposal to repeatedly strike the weakest point of the hull.

He quickly placed the test tube containing the sedative into place and then called the communicator.

"What's wrong?" The person on the other end of the communication line was a guard who was so bored that he was dozing off.

Just as the guard was about to speak, the violent bombardment and the roar of some monster startled the person on the other end of the communication line back to reality.

The guard yelled into the communicator, "Sedatives!! I need a lot of sedatives! Bring everything from the warehouse, or it'll be too late!!!"

……

In the control room, Fang Te, who was earnestly "educating" his students who were confused about their positions, received an urgent report from the guards.

"Do I need to tell you what to do when the 'assets' are disobedient?" He frowned, turned to Omarment, and called out, "Go check if our 'good boy' has entered his rebellious phase. If the tranquilizer doesn't work as expected, you are permitted to reactivate the privileges."

"Yes!" Omarment accepted the order and hurriedly called two more operatives in charge of system development out.

"Finish."

These words suddenly came from beneath my feet.

Fang looked down and saw that the Yapool's terminal was flashing fluorescently on Estend's forearm, which he had just freed.

"Varied……"

"boom--!!!"

The spaceship, which had been hovering steadily, suddenly shuddered, and the eerie light that had been rotating rhythmically suddenly brightened, transforming from a firefly floating in the air to a moon hanging high above.

After the Loader finally managed to get the monster that was entangled with it to its grave with the help of the ground troops, Ikaruga Sadaharu turned his gaze to the side and saw the "moon" that had appeared out of nowhere.

"……what happened?"

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Waves and Sunset

Mebius and GUYS were overwhelmed by the combined attack of Lunatics and other monsters. Meanwhile, the original Mebius and Jack, who remained on Earth, were in the south and the north respectively, each fighting off the powerful enemies that had been deployed.

While land operations are supported by well-equipped ground forces such as the Silver Shark Cannon, GUYS's coastal defense cannot rely solely on island-based attacks.

The monsters figured out their tactics and avoided the area affected by the inducing sound waves, intending to ignore the group of guys clinging to the island base and rejoin the team fighting on land.

Therefore, GUYS coastal defense had no choice but to abandon its positions and actively seek combat.

"According to Plan Six, we will launch transport planes carrying monster-inducing sonic wave generators to follow them. Your mission is to hold back the monster's forward forces! The combat pressure on the ground is no less than ours. Once our monsters get through, it will be troublesome if a breach is opened and the snowball effect occurs!"

"Understood, control tower. Give me the weather forecast."

"Sea Wing, surface wind 200, 5m/s, temperature 28 degrees, corrected sea pressure 1032. We will issue an alarm if there is any abnormal energy reaction. Just focus on the enemy in front of you."

"Is there a problem with the protection of the transport plane?" Yongyu Yang glanced down at the positions of the wingmen on the radar screen: "Nathan! You and Beima go and guard our homing wave generator."

"But Captain, sending only four fighter jets to intercept them is too much..."

“I’m not worried about whether we can stop it,” Yuu-Yang said, staring at the black dot of the monster in the distance that seemed determined to burrow onto land. “What I’m concerned about is that this might be a trap.”

"A trap?" The brown-haired young man from Arizona didn't understand for a moment.

"Isn't it a simple diversionary tactic? And we really have no choice but to attack; the Yapools have really hit a nerve."

"Captain! You mean the base!" The voice on the other end of the communication line suddenly rose in volume.

"The base has well-prepared defenses, so there's no need to worry. The real task is for you, Nathan and Beima."

"Ah." Finally realizing what was happening, Nathan instinctively reached for his brown wool curls, but instead grabbed the cold helmet, making him shrink back and yelp. He quickly replied to ease the awkwardness, "Don't worry about it, leave it to us. We guarantee the transport plane won't even lose a scratch!"

The aircraft separated, with four accelerating to chase the dark figure ahead, while two circled and flew towards the heavy "fat guy" that had just taken off from the base.

……

Ten minutes later.

It's always easy to agree readily, but when it comes to actually doing it... honestly, it often depends on luck.

Nathan realized that his luck had probably never been very good.

Just like when he was a kid, he always said he wanted to "go to the best spot to watch the most beautiful sunset over the Grand Canyon," but then he would always forget about it because of this or that. Later, he met a girl he liked, and he had even less time to find the best spot to watch the sunset.

Why not take the pretty girl to the Guankou instead?

A drive on the highway? The car should be playing the sexiest Ella's music, he should be driving with one hand and holding the beautiful girl with the other, praising Ella's languid singing voice, and then waiting for the beautiful girl to get jealous and pinch the soft flesh on his waist.

He's definitely going for a drive right now, the supersonic kind.

There were no beautiful women around, only a monster with its mouth wide open in the wind, drool flying everywhere along its long fangs.

Captain Bravefish guessed right!

These seemingly brainless guys are actually playing a trick!

They spun off a group to lure the captain and his men away, while the rest turned back and headed straight for the leisurely transport plane! Fortunately, the monsters on board were able to disrupt and slow down the monsters' movements with their sonic interference, otherwise they would have crashed and become fish food long ago.

Nathan felt he had never performed so skillfully before. Can you believe he was dogfighting with winged monsters? He was now outmaneuvering two of them, and the monsters' drool was still stuck to the top of the cabin. It should be dried by the wind after flying for a while.

The machine guns that lit up every now and then attracted them well. Nathan realized that these monsters were probably still brainless. The ones who were smart enough to play tactics were the people who dropped them here—those bastards called the Yapools.

"You bastard, don't you dare stare at my beloved 'fatso'!" The machine gun fired a barrage of bullets at the back of a monster's head, and as expected, the monster abandoned the transport plane and turned to bare its teeth at him.

Now three monsters were flying around him.

Yongyu Yang asked him about the situation over the radio, and Nathan laughed out loud: "Captain, have you ever seen Arizona's 'heartthrob'? That's me!"