I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

The crew of the Panlong, caught up in such an exhilarating scene, certainly wouldn't just stand by and watch. Engines roared! The main cannons charged at an unprecedented speed! Captain Hyuga roared, "Maximum firepower! Target—Belial's monster horde! Fire!"

"Gomora! Litra!" Re also summoned his two companions to help deal with the puppets that were trying to get close to them.

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Despite the sheer number of monsters under Belial's command and their mad enhancement by darkness, they began to retreat steadily before the Ultra Warriors, who possessed near-"law-level" resilience and power! Bones shattered, and metal groaned in agony!

Ereshkigal's power is like an unbreakable foundation, allowing the warriors to launch their strongest offensive without any worries!

However—on the other side of the battlefield, the confrontation between the goddess and the evil man continues.

Ereshkigal hovered proudly in the air. Belial's attack, imbued with boundless destructive will and capable of piercing a star's core, roared down like an enraged blue serpent!

"Hmph!" The mistress of the underworld snorted coldly, raising the golden birdcage used to imprison the dead. "The underworld is my garden."

*Whoosh!* The artifact of the Lord of the Underworld instantly activated the deepest death laws of this realm of the dead. An absolute defensive barrier, composed of countless tiny, rotating dark red wedge-shaped divine runes, seemingly condensed from the sighs of billions of years of the dead, appeared out of thin air!

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The attack unleashed by the ultimate combat device slammed into it! Instead of a deafening explosion, it vanished without a trace. The destructive energy was frantically broken down and annihilated by the rotating divine runes, ultimately turning into nothingness!

"Ughhhhhh—you damned goddess!!!" Belial roared like a trapped beast! His attack was so easily blocked, making his proud destructive power seem utterly laughable!

His crimson eyes swept across the entire battlefield. His once-proud legion was being slaughtered by Ultra Warriors blessed by the Underworld! The tide of battle turned in an instant!

Standing slightly behind on the battlefield, Ultraseven wasn't focused on Belial, nor on his comrades who were advancing with unstoppable momentum. His sharp gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, through the boundless universe, and landed on a distant, desolate, and isolated planet—Planet K76!

Right there, lay his son, whom he wanted to protect but had committed a grave mistake, forcing him into exile. That unruly, exceptionally talented, yet heartbreakingly rebellious Ultraman Zero!

Belial's terror and power worried Seven. The turning point brought by the goddess's help was fleeting; he needed a crucial force to break the deadlock! More importantly—this was an opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime, perfectly legitimate opportunity!

"Huff..." Seven's chest heaved violently as he slowly raised his scarred but still strong right arm, his palm stroking the ice axe above his head that resembled a warrior's badge.

As a father, he needs to give his son a real way home! A path to be accepted back into the Land of Light!

*Whoosh!* As if sensing something, the Ice Axe emitted a sharper, colder light than ever before! Seven no longer hesitated! He swiftly removed the Ice Axe—the iconic weapon inherited from the Ultra race—from his head! Gripping it tightly in his hand! With all his strength and conviction, he hurled the Ice Axe, imbued with boundless hope and profound paternal love, like a meteor of hope piercing through dimensions, towards Planet K76 with all his might!

The silver light vanished instantly at the edge of the universe, heading straight for that desolate training planet.

Chapter 62 My Childhood Idol is About to Begin His Legend (Thanks for the blade!)

—Planet K76—

The scorching stars baked the barren red desert, and the dust howled in the gale.

The air was filled with the burnt smell of residual energy from training and the steaming scent of sweat.

Just now, the fierce battle between a master and his apprentice entered its final stage, but it was abruptly interrupted by a trembling, weak Piqumont.

The young warrior, clad in heavy binding armor, knelt on the ground, looking somewhat disheveled, his shoulder armor slightly deformed from the violent impact.

He subconsciously turned his head away to avoid his master Leo's sharp scrutiny.

The image of the boulder crashing down and the dust billowing into my mind is unforgettable.

But what's even clearer is the impulse to protect that tiny being, a impulse so pure and instinctive that it transcended all other thoughts.

"You just now..." Leo's voice broke the silence, tinged with inquiry, "...were you trying to protect it?"

"Tch..." Zero let out a stubborn nasal sound, still refusing to look him in the eye, "...So what?"

Despite his harsh tone, when the Pigumon nestled close to his cold, armored feet out of gratitude, an unprecedented and indescribable warmth quietly washed over his defiant heart.

(Protecting something so vulnerable... can actually make one's heart flutter?)

But none of that concerns the stern and rigid Leo in front of him.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zero suddenly propped himself up, the binding armor making a dull grating sound.

A fierce, defiant blaze reignited in his eyes, as if to completely erase the momentary tenderness he had shown just moments before.

"Let's continue and see who wins!"

Just as he clenched his fists, bracing himself for his master's possible thunderous reprimand or a new storm of attacks—whoosh—!!!

A pure, vast, and divine pressure, as natural as the breath of the universe itself, descended without warning!

Time seemed to stand still, the howling sandstorms ceased, and even the violent, scorching light of the stars instantly became gentle and solemn.

Zero looked up in astonishment! In front of him, less than twenty meters in mid-air, a figure slowly descended.

The antique red and silver cloak moved without wind, like a night sky shrouded in stars.

Those eyes, which held the secrets of the cosmos, gazed at him calmly, with wisdom and compassion that seemed to see through eternity.

It is none other than the legendary guardian and harmonizer of the universe—King of Ultra, Pix!

The ancient and majestic voice of the King of Ultra rang out calmly: "Zero... do you still remember the day you were banished from the Land of Light?"

These words struck Zero's heart like a resounding bell.

The brief calm that had risen because of protecting Pigumon was instantly shattered, and shame, resentment, and the grievance of being misunderstood... all the suppressed emotions were about to burst forth!

He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly beneath the restraining armor.

But Leo told him that it was actually Seven who protected him back then, otherwise Zero himself might have become an evil person like Belial.

"Is...is it really...like that?"

Zero's voice was dry, like sand being rubbed in the desert, filled with disbelief and trembling.

He couldn't help but look at the person whom the entire Kingdom of Light respected.

The King of Ultra calmly returned his gaze, which contained boundless wisdom and compassion, and slowly nodded, confirming the matter.

The fists beneath the binding armor clenched to their limit, emitting a groan of metal strain under the weight.

The images that had sustained him through countless arduous training days and nights were instantly overturned in his mind.

Guilt, pain, and the injustice of being deeply protected yet ruthlessly "exiled" filled Zero's heart with these complex emotions.

Just as the turbulent, almost suffocating atmosphere seemed to freeze—whoosh—!

A silver meteor tore through the crimson sky above K76, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, and embedded itself in the rocky hills not far away.

“That’s… a headdress?” Leo’s gaze sharpened instantly! He would recognize that familiar outline even if it were burned to ashes.

(It's definitely not because of any "profound" memories related to Jeeps)

Zero was also drawn to this unexpected object. He temporarily suppressed the turmoil in his heart and, with a hint of instinctive wariness and curiosity, strode forward.

When the gleaming object came into view, a sense of familiarity from his very blood made him instinctively reach out his hand.

Dust rose.

For the first time, Zero's hand truly and forcefully grasped it—Ultraman Seven's head crest, a symbol of his warrior identity.

"Why... why did Seven's head crest..."

The psychic power attached to the headdress brought them bad news: Belial had escaped from prison.

But Zero wasn't shocked by the bad news for a moment, because the King of Ultra dropped a bombshell with his next words.

"Your father, Ultraseven, is asking you for help."

The eyelight beneath the armor practically trembled in the pupils. "Father? Seven—is he my father?"

The King of Ultra's gaze was fixed on Zero, filled with unwavering certainty.

The long planning, the rigorous training, the deep fatherly love—all of this has finally led to the moment of maturity, as the child emerges from the cocoon!

All the resentment of being expelled, the exhaustion of training, the soul-shaking impact of the truth, and the immense crisis facing home and blood relatives...

All the complex and intense emotions, ignited by the core message of "father's cry for help," transformed like the ignited core of a star, into an overwhelming fighting spirit that incinerated everything, as well as an unprecedented sense of mission and ecstasy filled with the deepest need!

"Snap—Snap snap—!!!"

The binding armor that had imprisoned his power, like a brand of shame, was finally released by the power of the King of Ultra.

The long-lost sense of freedom and the powerful force that had been suppressed but now perfectly merged with the desire to protect one's true self filled every cell of Zero's body like a mighty torrent!

Its body, a blend of red, blue, and silver, was revealed, and its golden eyelights shone brighter than ever before.

"Sizzle—" Almost as soon as he broke free of his restraints, Zero gripped the cold headdress in his hand, which carried his father's will and distress signal.

Its touch did not extinguish the fire in his heart; on the contrary, it was like kindling thrown into a raging fire!

Without any confirmation, a guiding light from a bloodline clearly illuminated the coordinates for him—the Monster Graveyard!

The red, blue, and silver bodies transformed into a blazing stream of light that pierced through the chaos, leaving only scattered remnants of the restraints behind.

The legendary prologue of Ultraman Zero begins with the summoning of this head-mounted shuriken, imbued with fatherly love, branded with crisis, and symbolizing inheritance and redemption. It breaks free from the constraints of K76 and shoots into the desolate starry sky of the Monster Graveyard like a burning star!

The rebellious edge is forged into a protective blade at this moment!

Bearing the heavy responsibility entrusted by his father, the true savior of the universe emerges from his cocoon and descends!

Chapter 63 The First Meeting Between the Goddess and the Savior

——Monster Graveyard——

A suffocating silence filled the air, the deathly stillness that followed the extinguishing of a destructive storm powerful enough to tear apart galaxies.

The surging energy from the Ultra Warriors and the monster army was silently swallowed up by the divine realm unleashed by the Queen of the Underworld, turning into scattered energy dust that helplessly vanished into the cold space.

Belial's crimson eyes of destruction, like two red-hot branding irons, were firmly welded to the golden-haired goddess suspended in mid-air. The burning sense of humiliation from the "Insect" force field entwined his cold, destructive will like a poisonous vine.

The Ultimate Fighting Device, gripped tightly, emitted a low, unwilling hum, its remaining eerie blue arcs of electricity leaping futilely like a dying serpent. "...Heh." He forced a cold laugh from deep within his throat.

That venomous gaze swept cruelly over Ereshkigal's slender body, then darkly swept over the vibrant remnants of the Land of Light, sheltered by a sea of ​​flowers, and the obstructive Panlong. "Old dust from Earth... Do you really think that controlling this graveyard makes you invincible?"

Belial's voice was hoarse and cracked, filled with a frenzied rage at being offended by such a tiny being and an extreme, destructive malice. "Don't get too cocky, you insect! Once I tear apart your pathetic shell of grave dust, you... will all be crying and begging for mercy in the ultimate despair I've created!!"

Ereshkigal remained suspended calmly in the void, his eyes, burning with pure divine gold, like two absolute abysses reflecting the end of all things in the universe, calmly and without wavering as he received Belial's roar.

The golden scales, representing the final judgment of the underworld, were already in her hand, her posture composed and elegant to the point of almost condescending cruelty. "Howling Beast." Her voice remained icy, carrying an indifference that transcended all things, yet it pierced clearly through Belial's rage. "This is the resting place of the dead, not a plaything to satisfy your greedy ambitions. As for the despair you so proclaim..."

A cold smile curved upwards from the corners of Ellie's flawless lips. "...Heh, that feeling is cold, vast, and extremely harsh."

This absolute composure, coupled with the chilling mockery in his words, was like molten lava poured into a pot of boiling oil. Belial's crimson eyelamps suddenly emitted a blinding red light, and the eerie blue light on the Ultimate Fighting Device flickered and convulsed wildly.

He desperately needed a breakthrough! A way to tear this damned divine realm apart and unleash his destructive rage! "I'll do it myself—!!" Belial roared furiously, his massive body leaping down from the heights!

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Just as Ereshkigal took a deep breath, golden divine power gathering and flowing around her and the tip of her spear, and her divine name, imbued with the majesty of the dead, was about to burst forth, bringing the final judgment of the underworld upon Belial—

A sudden change occurred!

call out--! ! !

A slender, needle-like beam of emerald green light, yet containing terrifying destructive power, shot precisely toward Belial's hideous head, like the first glimmer of dawn!

It is the secret technique of the Seven clan of the Land of Light—the Emerium Cutting Ray!

"—?!"

Ereshkigal's lips, poised to utter the incantation for her Noble Phantasm, froze instantly, a dangerous glint of displeasure flashing in her golden eyes. Who?! Who dares to so rudely interrupt this goddess's Noble Phantasm's most crucial moment with an "advertisement"?! Are they courting death?!

But Belial wasn't as relaxed as she was. Driven by his ingrained fighting instincts, he jerked his head to the side, the devastating beam of light barely grazing the edge of his crimson eye!

Boom! ...

The ray slammed into the solid rock several meters beneath his feet, shattering it like paper. Then—a terrifying shockwave, carrying a cloud of energy dust that blotted out the sky, shot into the heavens! Like the detonation of a high-energy bomb! The massive plume of smoke instantly engulfed Belial's figure!

"Cough cough... Damn it—!!!" Belial's furious roar echoed from the smoke. He abruptly swung his arm away from his face, and the crimson eyelight shot out a fierce, penetrating beam through the billowing smoke. Who dared interrupt his outburst?! Who dared to launch such a precise and audacious sniper attack on him—Belial?!

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This sudden turn of events instantly drew everyone's attention, and the Ultramen who had just dealt with the last monster puppet all looked up at the same time.

Above the still-settling dust, a figure stood upright atop a towering rock, defying the chaotic light and shadow of the battlefield.

His body, a blend of red, blue, and silver, was long, strong, and sleek, yet brimming with explosive power. He lowered his head slightly, his posture exuding a relaxed, untamed air.

With one hand, he casually twirled a gleaming silver dart in a graceful circle between his fingers before firmly gripping it. With the other hand, he lightly brushed his shoulder armor, the movement as fluid as brushing away a speck of dust.

His disdainful posture made it seem as if the battlefield below wasn't fierce, but rather a trivial playground. His sharp, icy, golden eyes, like those of a hawk locking onto its prey, were fixed on Belial, who was enraged in the dust and had just tried to kill this insignificant being.

The usually composed Ultraman, with barely concealed shock and relief, exclaimed, "It's that kid! He's back!" The moment his shout fell, he almost instinctively and eagerly turned his head, looking at the crimson figure on the other side of the battlefield with anticipation and a sense of relief.