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

She turned her head slightly, looking somewhat surprised.

Not far away, the Warriors of Light, who had just caught their breath, had already rekindled their fighting spirit!

Seven, Leo, the original, Dyna... those towering figures radiate a resolute brilliance that has never been extinguished, even as the timer flickers!

Their gazes were all fixed on the goddess who, using her slender divine body as an anchor, was forcibly locking the raging beast Belial Dracula with the power of the underworld alone.

His eyes conveyed a heartfelt apology and an undeniable sense of responsibility.

"I can't let you fight this battle alone!"

Seven's voice was steady and powerful, his sharp eyes sweeping over Belial, who was still struggling desperately.

The latter's crimson eyelight was fixed on Zero in the distance, its malice and vigilance almost tangible!

"And Belial's attention... is completely focused on Zero! We must immediately shift his target!"

Leo's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, his fighting spirit burning fiercely as the King of Fighters!

No need for further words! The understanding is already there!

Several Ultra Warriors appeared almost simultaneously in the most advantageous striking positions, preparing to unleash their strongest attacks at the moment.

Buzzing sound—Whoosh!

The various colors of light represent their primal powers—Solgent's blue-violet, Emerim's emerald green, and the Leo brothers' crimson.

The Flame Warrior's explosive flames, the original max-level Eight-Point Light Wheel, and Gomora's super vibration wave,

All the attacks carried an unprecedented, do-or-die momentum, forcibly converging and charging at the limits of their physical strength!

"We have to use our ultimate weapon to help them!"

Captain Hyuga directly unlocked the ultimate weapon of the Panlong.

Such an exhilarating scene! How could humans do nothing?!

"Pedanim Cannon! Fire!!"

Numerous powerful and dazzling attacks struck precisely at Belial's massive body, which was imprisoned by the Hell Rock but still twisting wildly!

"Awoooooo!!!" "Gahhhhhh!!!"

The mournful cries of hundreds of monstrous souls instantly overlapped, amplified, and distorted!

Their forcibly bound bodies were subjected to multiple energy impacts, as if they were being torn to pieces.

Pain, fear, and a frantic will to resist surged like an out-of-control current within the neural network Beria had established.

Belial's head, bound by chains, shook violently uncontrollably!

It was too noisy! It hurt too much! The chaotic mental feedback felt like millions of steel needles piercing his consciousness!

The screams of countless souls, the roar of energy explosions, the pain of having the defense system peeled away layer by layer—

It was as if tens of thousands of loudspeakers were simultaneously exploding deep within his decaying soul!

This unprecedented chaos and shock made it impossible for him to focus his attention on the Warriors of Light's trump card.

In that split second!

That red and blue figure, like the sharpest light of a supernova explosion, ignored all obstacles and charged straight in front of Belial!

Ultraman Zero! The judgment bearing holy light has arrived!!!

"...Your ambition ends here!!"

Zero's declaration echoed clearly in the storm of surging energy, as if striking the final note for this long-standing feud that spanned millennia.

Suppressed by physical silence, Belial only managed to let out a suppressed, malicious whimper.

Those scarlet eyes, utterly tainted by filth and hatred, were like poisoned lava spikes, nailed firmly to Zero's body—

A deep-seated resentment imprisoned for millennia, a wild ambition to devour the light and overturn the universe.

Before the sword of judgment in the hands of the Heir of Light, a sword entrusted by the hearts of all, a sword that vindicates all darkness.

They were all wiped out!

That colossal beast, Belial, forcibly assembled from the remains of hundreds of monsters by his twisted will and boundless hatred.

It was as if it had instantly lost the "soul" that sustained its existence, along with the ultimate fighting device that symbolized Reiblood's ambition.

In the flames of the explosion, both silently disintegrated, disintegrated, and turned into billions of scattered stardust particles...

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"Hooray!!! That's awesome!!" The bridge of the Panlong had turned into a sea of ​​cheers!

Oki and Haruna excitedly bumped fists, and Captain Hyuga finally relaxed his grip on the control panel, his face beaming with relief and ecstasy!

The humble voice of humanity has now merged into the epic victory of the universe!

As the only protagonist to end this cosmic catastrophe, Zero stood proudly atop a prominent lava platform.

He was bathed not only in the lingering glow of the sparks, but also in the almost overflowing pride and satisfaction in his father Seven's deep gaze.

Master Leo's chest throbbed with a drum-like pride, brimming with the conviction of passing on his legacy.

And the undisguised, fervent praise from the two predecessors, the original and Mebius, as if they were witnessing the rise of a new star!

These gazes are the Land of Light's unwavering will to protect its descendants for millennia, and its deepest recognition and praise for the next generation of inheritors!

A little further away, Dyna, suspended as still as a cosmic star, watched Zero's upright figure, his milky-white eyes radiating a warm, blessing light—

This is the expectation and silent congratulation of a warrior who has weathered storms for the new generation of leaders.

Meanwhile, another person who made a great contribution—Ereshkigal—after confirming that the cage had completely absorbed the aftershocks of the blasphemous explosion, gracefully flicked her finger.

hum-

The towering, dark prison rocks and crimson chains, like reflections sunk into the River Styx, vanished silently into the void, leaving only the scorched, twisted earth as witness.

The tension of the battle has subsided.

The young girl deftly retracted the Libra Spear, her slender, fair fingers lightly tapping her chin.

In those pale golden eyes, the joyful light shone like stars twinkling in a brilliant galaxy!

"Hmm... Now that we have the stuff... how about we find an interesting place to go for a stroll?"

My hometown is Earth, and my first place of work was also Earth... It would be a huge waste not to visit some unique attractions on my own expense to come to the vast universe!

This joyful thought, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, clearly created a subtle ripple—which reached the original figure on the distant Throne of Heroes.

Deep within the underworld, the true Ereshkigal is a goddess perpetually shrouded in the cold, silent golden palace...

A rare flicker of curiosity also stirred within her.

...the universe...?

Unlike her sister Ishtar, who soars through the heavens, she was born burdened with the shackles of the underworld.

Her clergy was like an invisible chain, firmly anchoring her world to that desolate place.

At this moment, through the vivid eyes of the agent, we glimpse the mysterious and boundless universe.

This tiny expectation was like a luminous seed that had fallen into the depths of the River Styx.

On the battlefield, the light warriors, with their keen senses, naturally caught the girl's light and ethereal words, filled with boundless longing.

The tense nerves relaxed, and even the resolute faces that had experienced countless battles showed warm smiles.

With his deep, gentle voice and inclusive nature, the original Ultraman, widely revered by the younger generation of the Land of Light, stepped forward with a smile.

A most sincere invitation was extended to this powerful ally:

"Great goddess from another land, would you like to come and visit the Land of Light?"

"There's a dazzling plasma spark tower, a unique city of light, and..."

He paused, then added with a slightly mischievous grin, "The most popular Earth-style snack shop next to the Ultra Arena!"

You'll definitely like it!

The communication channel was instantly filled with the excited roars of the Panlong crew (especially Oki):

"Oh my god!!! Take us with you! Please! The space tourism group can't be without human observers!!"

The Warriors of Light exchanged smiles, their warm gazes, imbued with the light of the stars, all focused on these Earth warriors who, despite being mere mortals, had traversed the cosmos and fought side by side.

A satisfied smile curved Ai Lei's lips as she gracefully twirled the Libra Spear in her hand.

"Hmm... I have heard the prayers of you mortals. It is just as I wish to see the homeland of a tourist, and what wonders it holds."

"Alright!! Let's go! Destination—the Land of Light!!"

Zero's young voice, brimming with boundless energy and confidence after victory, resounded throughout the battlefield!

He held aloft the plasma spark, which resembled a beacon of hope, and strode like a shooting star towards the center of the crowd.

The eyelights, like two golden stars that never go out, embody unwavering trust and youthful exuberance.

He solemnly scanned every comrade present—from the crew of the Panlong who guarded the Earth to the wounded but steadfast companions of the Kingdom of Light.

Then, his gaze held a rare solemnity and pure goodwill.

It landed precisely on another crucial figure on the battlefield—the goddess who controlled the underworld, Ereshkigal.

Golden eyes met golden light, and it was as if invisible sparks were gently brushing against each other in the air.

Zero extended his large hand, which did not grasp the Plasma Spark and symbolized power and friendship, to her with utter ease.

[Tsk... I think I upset her last time... even though she really is like a very energetic little sister...]

Although he was secretly complaining inside, his actions on the surface were incredibly open and sincere.

“Goddess,” Zero’s voice carried the pure and straightforward quality unique to warriors, while at the same time striving to make his tone more solemn.

"That was a huge help! Thanks! It is quite a journey to the Land of Light," he said, opening his hand that wasn't holding the plasma spark, his smile open and sunny.

"Want a ride? My flying skills are absolutely top-notch! Fast and steady!"

This sudden invitation, tinged with the awkwardness and utter sincerity characteristic of youth, caused Ai Lei's golden eyes to widen slightly for a moment.

What a fool! He actually let the goddess hitch a ride?!

However, ridesharing does sound like it would save a huge amount of travel expenses compared to using energy stored in the underworld to travel...

...and

The radiance emanating from the core of that light bulb was surprisingly quite pleasant? Like... a constant-temperature energy heater?

In the instant her inner calculations began to click rapidly—

As if sensing the "meticulous calculations" and subtle hesitation of a certain working goddess... and the "task instructions" previously given by that "slacking-off boss"...

The core of the Plasma Spark Tower—this cosmic-level sacred object—which was steadily held in Zero's palm, actually trembled slightly!

Then, under Ellie's somewhat surprised gaze, a stream of exceptionally soft, gentle, and even slightly smug pure light...

As if possessing self-awareness, it flowed lightly down from the massive spark body, precisely gathering above Zero's outstretched palm towards Ereshkigal.

This ray of light did not dissipate; instead, it hovered there with remarkable spirituality, rapidly changing and coalescing—

Finally, it turned into a small ball... Hmm?!

—Light particles as fluffy and light as the finest clouds, pure and flawless, radiating a constant warmth... a "little cushion"?!

It even wobbled restlessly up and down a couple of times, the swirling halo around it seemingly accompanied by its own barrage of comments:

Come sit down! It's so soft, warm, and energy-efficient!

She looked at the small, soft cushion of light particles that seemed to be "beckoning" to her, radiating an aura of "I'm so soft, come here quickly."

And Zero's open, sincere, powerful, and steady hand platform.

He then glanced at the group of Ultra Warriors and the Panlong behind him, who were eagerly watching the progress unfold.

Where did you go, world consciousness? The promised gift was to be a public bus for the goddess?!

But the scales in my heart were clapping loudly:

A physical, temperature-controlled seat... requires only the other party's energy... zero-cost commuting... highly efficient and direct...

Hmm! This is the first-ever monthly high-efficiency, energy-saving VIP seat jointly provided by World Consciousness and Light Bulb Spirit!

Goddess Ereshkigal, working-class girl, made a decisive decision!