I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Zoffy has arrived.

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Ugh, the monster goes berserk as soon as it leaves the stage; its movements are just too fast!

Chapter Seventy-One: I...I can't even save the dead?!

The entire Joint Staff Office was silent. On the screen, the imposing silver figure had ended the terrifying monster that had brought shame upon the entire Japanese military with a single strike.

The officers in front of the screen went from extreme anger and fear to a deeper level of shock. Some slumped in their chairs, their lips moving but no sound coming out, while others stared intently at the screen, as if trying to imprint that image into the depths of their souls.

Fear and awe intertwined, ultimately culminating in an almost inaudible murmur.

"It's Zoffy..."

The heart of Tokyo has been reduced to scorched earth.

The broken walls and ruins point to the sky.

Twisted steel bars were exposed.

The former prosperity has been replaced by a deathly silence, and the breath of life on the earth is so faint as to be almost extinguished.

If I hadn't been a little late... tsk, all this bullshit is useless!

Zoffy stared silently at the apocalyptic scene, then clenched his fists tightly, raised his arms, and slammed them against his chest. The color timer on his chest then emitted a warm and brilliant light.

A warm, spring-like golden light suddenly poured down, penetrating the earth and spreading out continuously.

Countless critically injured people struggling on the brink of death were pulled back from the abyss; broken bones healed automatically, and charred skin peeled off and regenerated.

But those humanoid silhouettes, completely charred by the electric shock, simply lay there quietly, bathed in the light that possessed miraculous healing power, unable to stand up again.

A life form whose brain has been boiled by electricity, whose bones have become brittle, and whose physical form has been transformed, is naturally irreversible...

Ultra Vision sees everything.

Li Qingyang remained silent, his forehead veins bulging, only releasing the light of his own body.

The frequency of light is increasing rapidly, surging, and exponentially!

The flash lasted for a full five minutes, and Zoffy's figure almost transformed into a golden sun hanging above the ruins.

The dazzling golden light could be seen throughout the Japanese archipelago and even in other surrounding countries.

An immense, inexhaustible life force was poured into the earth.

On the destroyed land, green shoots sprouted from the scorched cracks, and several wild grasses stubbornly stretched their leaves beside the twisted metal ruins.

The overflowing vitality permeates the earth, bringing spring everywhere, but the departed can never be brought back to life.

Stand up!

Why don't you get up!

Why hasn't it recovered?

This light, which can't do anything except heal and act as an Ultraman power bank... isn't it meant for times like this?!

So you can't even save the dead?!

I don't believe it!!!

Come alive, everyone!!!

The figure of the little girl in the red dress quietly appeared beside Zoffy, gazing silently. Her dark, pure eyes seemed to reflect the stubborn, shining expression of the black-haired boy who was almost grinding his teeth.

She reached out her small hand and gently stroked the giant's cold, silver face, her clear and ethereal voice echoing softly in the boy's ears.

"Qingyang, you've done very well..."

it is good?

Okay?

Good my ass!

Zoffy's milky-white eyes suddenly shone with a blinding light, maintaining the healing effect of the timer flashing. The invisible and enormous Ultra psychic power burst forth from his body, ruthlessly tearing apart the laws of physics, directly interfering with reality with his unwilling and angry will.

An invisible force erupted, causing the ruins of the entire city to resonate and tremble. Hundreds of millions of tons of twisted steel bars and concrete blocks were forcibly lifted up by an irresistible will and slowly suspended in mid-air.

An office worker trapped under the collapsed entrance of a subway station felt the pressure on his head suddenly ease in his despair. A blinding golden light shone through the gaps, dispelling the shadow of death. The man was lifted by a gentle force, passing through the floating rubble, and rising towards the ground.

The first thing the survivors saw upon seeing the light of day again was a golden sun hanging above the ruins.

At the center of the light that dispelled the shadow of death, a majestic silver deity, using himself as a fulcrum, lifted the despair from the entire world...

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Inside the operations command center of the Joint Staff Office, a deathly silence replaced the previous clamor of furious intent to unleash heavy firepower.

For the first time, all those present, these battle-hardened generals, felt the weight of what is called 'God' deep in their bones.

A general's electronic pen slipped from his hand, making a sharp, piercing sound in the silence, startling the shoulders of those around him.

"Turn all air search radars to maximum power."

The military commander, whose face remained tense, broke the silence with a hoarse voice.

"We used all available detection methods, including satellite arrays, spectra, heat sources, and space fluctuations."

"I don't care what methods you use."

"I must pinpoint the location of his human form the instant he reverts to his transformation."

Should we...do it?

Tracing back to the human form of 'God'?

The moment he finished speaking, countless incredulous gazes were fixed on him, but in the end, they silently carried out the order...

The silver-red giant was completely unaware of the mortals' prying eyes.

Or rather, even if they knew, they would remain indifferent, as it was something they had already anticipated. Why would the blazing sun care about the chirping of ants?

Ultraman's psychic power was pushed to its limit, and countless survivors were lifted out and placed in a safe area. The billions of tons of ruins floating above the city began to move slowly and steadily, blocking out the sunlight and casting a huge, unparalleled shadow.

Twisted steel bars and shattered concrete blocks merged into a torrent of steel, which, under the horrified gazes of countless survivors and observers, was precisely poured into the center of what was once the Yasukuni Shrine, now a giant crater billowing black smoke.

The wreckage piled up, compressed, and bulged, eventually forming an absurd and ugly tomb, silently announcing the complete end of the nation's spiritual symbol.

After doing all this, the silver and red giant of light used Ultra Telekinesis to throw the two halves of the Ranerunga into the air, while simultaneously raising his hand to fire a Specium Ray, destroying the Ranerunga and erasing all traces. Then, he crossed his arms in front of the color timer on his chest.

The next moment, his body instantly became ethereal, transforming into countless dazzling golden light particles that drifted away with the wind and disappeared into the Tokyo sky.

Inside the underground command center of the Joint Staff Office.

All the tracking dots on the tactical screens vanished in an instant, replaced by glaring red characters.

【SIGNAL LOST.】

There was a deathly silence, with only the faint hum of machinery echoing in the air.

The Chief of Staff slammed his fist on the control panel of the command center, making a dull thud.

In those bloodshot eyes, the initial awe and fear receded like the tide, replaced by naked greed surging from the abyss of desire.

"This...power..."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse and filled with an uncontrollable tremor, as if squeezed from deep within his chest.

"Humanity must possess it..."

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Main text: Chapter 72 Magnetism... Ultraman's face darkened, his spiritual realm returned to its peak, and his strength increased!

In Chiba, deep in a deserted alley, a streak of light descended silently and vertically.

A flash of golden light, and then the light faded.

Li Qingyang's figure reappeared on the spot, his clothes clean, showing no signs of having fought.

His handsome face was completely black. After glancing around briefly, he strode straight toward the alley exit.

The streets outside the alley were deserted.

The midday sun shone brightly, and the asphalt road shimmered with heat, yet there was hardly a single person in sight; only the wind swirled and carried away scattered leaflets.

This is not surprising. In the past year or so, the sudden spatial vortex and monster disasters have already ingrained the instinct to seek refuge quickly into the bones of most citizens.

It's commonplace for places that are usually packed with people to be completely deserted within a minute or two.

Li Qingyang silently took out his phone and sent a message to the bob-haired girl.

The message was quickly replied to. Kato Megumi said that she had met the teachers who were taking refuge on the road and was taken to a nearby public shelter by Hiratsuka-sensei.

Li Qingyang's tense lips relaxed almost imperceptibly, and he then strode towards the shelter that Kato Megumi had mentioned.

As mentioned before, the instinct to quickly seek refuge is ingrained in the bones of most citizens, while the minority... are not so concerned about their lives.

Several daring young people were gathered together, craning their necks and straining to look in the direction of Tokyo, their faces filled with a morbid excitement.

"Zoffy just appeared in Chiba, does that mean his human form is in Chiba? That's amazing!"

"Caw! That golden light just now was from our side! It must be an eight-part halo! That's powerful!"

"How could a mere monster possibly contend with that invincible lord!"

"He must have been instantly killed! The earthquake has stopped, and there seems to be no movement over there! Haha! Trash-looking monster! Zoffy's invincible teeth!"

"Wow... Could that golden light over there just now be the divine grace from Zoffy's Miracle Day?! Why am I in Chiba right now?! If I could witness this in Tokyo, even dying would be worth it!"

"..."

Divine gold.

What a bloodthirsty audience.

If those who just died were all such wretched people, he wouldn't need to feel so sad.

Hearing the frenzied roars coming from the other side, Li Qingyang quickened his pace without expression.

The designated public shelter is not far from Soubu High School, as it was specifically built to facilitate students' refuge in the event of a crisis.

The heavy steel door was slightly ajar, and a cacophony of noise mixed with heat rushed out.

The underground shelter was bustling with noise, and countless voices mingled together, making the already limited air feel stuffy and murky.

The fluorescent tubes cast a stark white light, illuminating faces that were either excited or terrified, while the smell of sweat and dust mingled in the crowd.

For Li Qingyang, whose five senses are now far beyond those of ordinary people, the smell here is simply a damn torture!

He covered his nose, put on a mask of pain, and did it all in one smooth motion.

The fact that I was able to hold back from conceiving is entirely due to my strong professional ethics.

In this crowded underground space, the figure of the bob-haired girl was actually very inconspicuous.

How much luck does she need to stand out in this vast sea of ​​people?

No, it's not necessary.

Li Qingyang quickly and accurately locked onto his target and walked straight towards a certain corner.

Is this a case of telepathy and perfect understanding?

Or is there some kind of mysterious bond between the savior and the girl he saved?

The answer is incorrect.

A little female ghost floating beside him had created a navigation system visible only to him. Her delicate white finger pointed straight in a certain direction, and she kept softly speaking to him in Chinese, "Qingyang, there." "She's there." "The child is over there..."

The ethereal and clear voice was gentle and soft, resonating directly in my mind. It was very pleasant to listen to and completely unaffected by the noise around me.

The familiar mother tongue, coupled with the ethereal and gentle loli voice, had a slightly comforting effect on the dark-haired boy with the stern expression.

Following the directions, Li Qingyang weaved through the noisy crowd and finally spotted that familiar figure in a relatively quiet corner.

The girl was leaning against a mottled wall. She was probably tired from running, as her fair cheeks were flushed with the effects of exercise, and her delicate neck was slightly lowered, revealing a graceful curve.