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

The second legal decree of the trial has arrived—

"Appear, Temple of Fever! Spirit Peak Embraces the Saddle of the Underworld!"

Ereshkigal gripped the golden gun barrel tightly with both hands, like a queen's scepter proclaiming judgment upon the earth, pointing the butt of the gun downwards—BOOM!!!

The spear tip slammed into the projection of the underworld below, which was boiling with karmic fire!

Crackle—rumble! The earth roared as if an ancient beast had awakened!

Countless jet-black prison rocks, flowing with veins of molten lava and engraved with ancient divine patterns, resemble a colossal serpent awakening to destroy the world!

With a weight that made the space itself tremble, it violently rose from the fissure in the earth that spewed forth karmic fire!

They are no longer simple "rocks"! They are instruments of torture formed by the authority of the underworld, chains forged by its rules!

Following Belial's feet, which were fixed in place by karmic fire, it coiled and strangled like a ruthless rock serpent.

Climb, spread, cover, and seal towards the madly twisting "torso" of the beast!

"How hateful!!!! Move! Move!!!"

He urged the massive head to struggle and twist, even attempting to detonate parts of the wreckage to create an escape route...

But the remains and souls of the monsters that made up the colossal body were now heavier than the mountains themselves.

The excruciating pain of the burning soul by the karmic fire and the suppression by the sealing rocks of the underworld are like two inescapable divine shackles, firmly fixing them in place!

Beria could only watch and feel it helplessly!

That fiery temple, built of countless giant rocks burning with hellfire, towering like an inverted bowl...

It mercilessly started from his feet, grinding down his legs, covering his abdomen, imprisoning his shoulders, and locking his arms.

In the end, like a collapsing, world-destroying mountain range, it cruelly sealed the colossal beast he had painstakingly created within countless tightly packed rocks.

(For some reason, I thought of the mountain from Calabash Brothers.)

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“Alright…” Ai Lei’s voice rang out, but it was no longer as cold and composed as before.

Instead, it carried a barely perceptible, slight panting from overexertion.

"...You should settle things with him."

She maintained the posture of planting the Libra spear into the ground, her slender arms trembling slightly as if bearing an immense weight.

That delicate face, as exquisite as a work of art created by the gods, was now as pale as if it had been washed by the frost of the River Styx, and fine beads of sweat even seeped from her forehead.

Anyone could see at a glance that this goddess, who had just forcibly sealed away the arrogant Belial with her supreme authority, was already at her last gasp.

"I'll go help her!" Zero said almost instinctively.

He could not bear to let someone as insignificant as Pigmon face the final threat alone!

However—"Zero—!" "Wait!"

Two deep, steady shouts, like a rock, instantly suppressed the boy's boiling impulse.

Two distinctly different, yet equally powerful and trusting hands firmly gripped Zero's shoulders almost simultaneously.

His charge was forcefully halted in place.

"You have...more important...things that you must do!" Leo's voice struck Zero's heart like a scorching anvil!

"Look there—" Seven's guidance was simple yet contained immense power.

The hand pressing on his shoulder tightened suddenly, forcefully pulling the boy's body, which was filled with anger and worry—

It turned 180 degrees!

The raging fire and golden lamp in Zero's eyes suddenly collided with a vast, gentle light, as inclusive and powerful as the origin of the universe!

That light was pure, flawless, and eternally burning.

It is the ultimate sacred object that supports the birth and prosperity of the Kingdom of Light and symbolizes the faith and origin of the entire race of Light!

A starlight beacon guiding all lost children of light back home!

At this moment, it stands quietly on the distant rock platform, its white light shimmering, like a silent elder.

They are gazing at him, calling to him, waiting... for the final choice!

Plasma Spark!

Seven's gaze was like a searchlight piercing the soul, his voice deep yet deafening: "Go, go and answer its expectations!"

Only you can ignite the light that leads to the future!

The warmth, trust, and entrustment from his father and teacher on his shoulders flowed into the depths of Zero's body like a confluence.

It dispelled his last impulse, and in its place came an unprecedented and heavy sense of mission!

The nemesis ahead is suppressed by Ereshkigal with his authority! The hope for the future is ignited by Zero himself!

Soldiers! Each of you, perform your duties!

Zero took a deep breath, and his eyes, which looked like they were cast from gold, burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light!

He no longer hesitated! He resolutely took a step forward, approaching the eternal star that guided the future of light—the Plasma Spark!

Chapter 73 (3K) The Holy Light has chosen Zero! (Translated from above)

(It is recommended to play the background music: Go Zero)

The light of plasma sparks is as gentle as boundless still water, yet as vast as a flowing sea of ​​stars.

It flows silently, yet symbolizes an eternal and ceaseless echo of life.

That rebellious boy, who seemed so carefree and only wanted to prove himself when we first met—Zero.

At this moment, he had long since shed his anxious and restless state, like a most devout pilgrim.

Solemnly, step by step, we walked toward this light that was once out of reach but is now within our grasp.

This is not a simple approach, but a reunion of souls with their origins.

He could clearly sense that the light was no longer a silent, lifeless object, but a being brimming with life and vitality—

It was calling to him, like a mother's whisper, with a warm pulse that nourishes the soul and soothes all wounds;

It was scrutinizing him, its all-seeing gaze seemingly piercing through time and appearances, reaching the most hidden corner of his soul.

It awaits him, with an all-knowing tranquility, awaiting a soul that has been tempered and finally is worthy of its trust:

Resilient enough to bear the weight of light, pure enough not to be distorted by power.

Ultimately, we will truly understand the light passed down through bloodlines and the true meaning of the protection that lies behind it.

——The rear battlefield——

"Ughhhhhh!! Get out of my way!! You damn bastard goddess!!"

Belial, now embedded atop Belludora's head, had completely lost the arrogance he displayed upon emerging from the river of lava.

At this moment, it was like a ferocious beast from the abyss, completely locked in a cage, struggling wildly, trying to devour the goddess's seal with its dark red destructive energy.

A cold, almost desperate warning, originating from the depths of life itself, like an ice needle piercing the bone marrow.

It was flowing backwards along his spine, plunging deep into his brain filled with hatred!

No!

Absolutely not! We cannot allow that brat from the Land of Light to touch the core of the Plasma Spark!

That would be—utter annihilation!

"Move—Belyudora! Crush them all!!!"

Mixed with a scream that almost tore his soul apart, he was making a final, hysterical struggle with all his might!

“...Shut up.” A weak yet cold voice rang out.

Ai Lei forced herself to sit up, and the Libra Spear once again emitted a faint but persistent golden light!

The tip of the spear taps—whoosh!

A crimson chain, inscribed with ancient divine runes, suddenly emerged from the sealed boulder, binding Belial's neck and jaw like a red-hot iron!

"Ughhh!!!" The painful roar came to an abrupt halt! Physically sealing the mouth is that simple and effective.

During the debt repayment period...no noise disturbance is prohibited.

The weight of the chains made Belial's eyes widen in fury, but he could no longer utter a sound to disturb them.

His venomous gaze was fixed on Zero's back, only his overwhelming hatred burning silently.

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Zero's mind was completely absorbed in the vast ocean of light before him.

The roar of Belial and the rumble of the Hell Rock behind him were completely blocked by this pure light.

He slowly raised his hands, with an almost tangible reverence, imbued with a conviction that surged from the deepest recesses of his soul, forged like refined gold through trials and tribulations.

Steadily and solemnly, it merged into that all-encompassing bright light.

There was no burning pain, no rejection, only the infinite gentleness of the plasma spark, like that of Mother Universe.

It was as if it were whispering in the most ancient and sacred way, "Welcome home."

Then—the light quietly converged and condensed.

An unprecedented, vast, and indescribable divine warmth surged into Zero's limbs and bones!

That's not just a simple replenishment of energy, but rather—a resonance of wills! A transmission of power! A trust in the future!

With a clear, resonant buzzing sound, the pair of twin headdresses on Zero's head spontaneously released their restraints.

It floated beside its master with a cheering, silvery-white glow.

Drawn by the pure and powerful energy of the plasma sparks, they resembled silver sparrows returning to their nests, summoned by an ancient call.

They attract each other! They spin faster! The light melts! Finally—clang—!

Like the resounding clash of metal against stone, a magnificent, crescent-shaped blade, gleaming with sharp silver light, materialized—the Zero Twin Swords!

It did not land, but was held up as if by an invisible divine hand, quietly hovering in front of Zero!

Boundless divine light poured down, completely bathing him in it!

Ultraman Zero, the former heretic of the Land of Light, has now received the sacred approval of the Land of Light's holy relic, the Plasma Spark!

"The Holy Light—has chosen Zero!!"

The voice of the first generation is a mixture of ecstasy, relief, and boundless hope for the future of light!

—On the other side of the battlefield—

Ailei struggled to keep her body from being completely drained by overusing the power of the Underworld, and the Libra Spear almost slipped from her grasp.

She looked up at the source of the dazzling sea of ​​light, her delicate face shifting in the light and shadow, finally settling into a stunning "=".

With an expression that was a mixture of shock, resentment, and a bit of financial pain, he couldn't help but complain:

"Hmm... The treatment of the World's Chosen One is really different... This newbie protection period is too unfair!"

But the next second—that bright, pure, warm holy light, carrying the essence of life,

Like the dawn breaking through dimensions, it gently brushed over the ravaged battlefield where she stood.

The light gently penetrated and enveloped her limbs, which were cold, stinging, weak, and powerless due to the depletion of her magic.

A gentle yet powerful sense of comfort flowed over me, and the deep-seated weariness and emptiness faded away as quickly as the first snow melting!

The magic power wasn't fully restored, but the nourishment, originating from the laws of nature and like a life-giving fountain, was enough to instantly restore the exhausted body to basic mobility!

"Phew..." Ellie let out a long sigh of relief, shaking her arms, which had regained their strength and vitality.

Looking towards the sacred relic that still shone with the light of nuclear fusion, he finally pursed his lips and muttered under his breath:

"Tsk, fine, at least you, this...super third wheel, have some conscience!"

"I'm sorry!" A deep and sincere voice, like a boulder falling into water, interrupted Ai Lei's rambling.