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

A sharper, more mocking cry pierced through the roar of the explosion and the clamor of the flames, clearly echoing throughout the sky.

The voice was full of disdain, as if the saturation attack that had just leveled a small town was nothing more than a dust brush to it.

The flames and thick smoke seemed to be parted by an invisible hand.

Melba's figure reappeared in the air.

Unscathed.

The fierce artillery fire left only a few black marks on its surface, not even a trace of a wound.

It even leisurely flapped its enormous fleshy wings, and the resulting gale dispersed the last vestiges of gunpowder.

"How is this possible... a direct hit, and it didn't even break through a layer of skin?!"

"Why worry about all that! Fire! Repeat, fire freely!"

"It's charging! Too fast! Dodge! Ah—!!!"

The piercing static instantly drowned out the communication channel, leaving only a deathly silence.

Melba's enormous fleshy wings suddenly flapped.

Its massive body moved with an agility completely disproportionate to its size, transforming into a blurry afterimage as it actively approached the iron birds that it found as annoying as mosquitoes and flies.

No energy attack was used.

It relies solely on its terrifying supersonic speed and its scythe-shaped forelimbs that gleam with a metallic cold light.

puff!

A fighter jet, unable to dodge in time, was like a fly swatted by a giant, instantly snapped in two.

The cockpit, along with the pilot, exploded into a dazzling yet deadly fireball high in the sky.

Melba's figure didn't stop, drawing an elegant yet cold arc in the air as he pounced on his next target.

Its movements were full of mockery, as if it were not engaged in a life-or-death struggle, but rather toying with the prey in its palm.

Each swing of the sickle precisely tears apart the wings or pierces through the fuselage.

"Do not!!!"

Another driver, amidst desperate screams, along with his prized vehicle, vanished into the sky as yet another firework.

The flashes of explosions lit up the sky one after another, like salutes to this one-sided massacre.

The wreckage, trailing black smoke, fell helplessly onto the already ravaged earth below.

In less than a minute.

The fighter squadron, representing the elite of Japan's modern air combat forces, was wiped out like withered leaves swept away by a strong wind.

Melba hovered beside the last burst of fire from the explosion, leisurely flapping its wings and emitting a sharp, mocking cry.

Phew——! ! !

In the ruins below.

Golza slowly raised its ferocious head, its huge eyes reflecting the firelight that kept exploding in the air.

It seemed to be able to sense the relaxed and carefree 'joy' of its companion.

Unfortunately, it can't fly.

Unable to participate in this aerial game.

A deep, muffled roar rolled from the depths of Golza's throat, carrying a hint of resentment, but also a more primal desire for destruction.

roar--!!!

It lowered its head, no longer paying attention to the farce in the sky.

Its massive body took heavy steps, and with each stomp of its enormous feet, the already shattered earth trembled once more.

With its head down, like a bull searching for food, it began to plow more violently through the ruins of the city.

With a swing of its heavy forepaws, it completely smashed a crumbling building.

The large, heavy foot trampled down and collapsed a relatively intact entrance to an underground bunker.

It seemed to be carefully searching, using its not-so-keen senses to look for any possible signs of life beneath the ruins, and then crushing them completely.

One minute into the game, all were wiped out.

Only wisps of black smoke remained in the sky.

Li Qingyang stood on the edge of the rooftop, the cold wind carrying the smell of gunpowder blowing the stray hairs on his forehead.

His gaze passed over the nearly broken and twisted railing in his hand and landed on the devastated city.

The dull, continuous sounds of destruction from Golza struck him like a hammer blow to the heart, reminding him that the tragedy on the ground was still ongoing. If he didn't stop it, it wouldn't be long before it expanded the destruction to this area. At that point, would the containment facility be able to withstand its tens of thousands of tons of weight?

the answer is negative.

A sense of powerlessness, like icy seawater, slowly washes over you, bringing a suffocating feeling.

Li Qingyang had just been consumed by rage and considered using light to strengthen his body so he could go directly to the battlefield to confront these two beasts. But reason told him that would only be suicide, a complete waste of his life.

That's not how you give away kills.

The wind howled, sweeping past the edge of the rooftop.

Li Qingyang released the railing he had almost broken, the cold touch lingering in his palm.

Just then, a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of energy came from behind.

Li Qingyang suddenly turned around.

A little girl in a red dress stood there quietly, as if she had always been there.

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her delicate, fair face appear even paler.

It was the little girl he tried to save outside the convenience store.

She seemed to be enveloped in a hazy halo, not quite real, like sunlight refracted by water vapor.

"It's you! [Name omitted]"

Li Qingyang subconsciously looked down at her feet.

There was no shadow.

The sunlight was right there, but there was nothing at her feet.

It's really her.

The source of that ghost encounter, this bizarre time travel, is right before our eyes.

"Help."

The girl's voice rang out, faint and indistinct, as if coming through a veil of water, carrying an indescribable ethereal quality.

Li Qingyang frowned deeply, as if he had sensed something. He enhanced his vision with light and looked at the girl's red dress again.

This time, he noticed the details he had previously overlooked.

The bright red fabric was not a solid color, but was covered with dark, mottled spots of varying sizes.

Those spots, distorted in shape and with blurred edges, exuded an unsettling aura.

They look... a lot like that dissipating spatial vortex in the distant sky.

No, not like.

Li Qingyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

That was a miniature version of a spatial vortex, densely imprinted on the red dress, like some kind of vicious curse, or like a bleeding wound on a planet.

He suddenly realized something, and a scene from a certain Ultraman 8 Brothers movie featuring Daigo Asuka and the others as children flashed through his mind. There was also a little girl character in that movie, and her identity was a mystery. However, netizens had many speculations, one of which was…

"You are the will of this planet?! You brought me here?!"

"..." The little girl in the red dress remained silent.

Li Qingyang stared at her intently, then exhaled. "Tell me, how can I help you?"

The little girl in the red dress didn't answer; she simply lowered her head quietly, her gaze falling on the deep spots on the hem of her dress.

She didn't speak.

But her actions said it all.

Do you want to... remove these spots?

Li Qingyang looked at the swirling marks that clung to his bones like maggots, and then at the girl's pale face.

He reached out his hand, trying to get closer.

The light within him seemed to sense his intention and began to become active, and a warm feeling gathered in his palms once more.

Just like treating the wounded before, can we transmit light to heal these 'wounds'?

His fingertips gently touched a spot on the girl's dress.

At the very moment of contact.

Om-! ! !

A burst of light, far more intense than ever before, suddenly erupted from Li Qingyang's palm.

It wasn't warm, it was scorching hot.

It wasn't gentle, it was violent.

The dazzling light, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfed his vision and overwhelmed his consciousness.

In the intense light, he seemed to hear countless shattering sounds and see countless intersecting images.

The concepts of time and space have become blurred.

The next second, when consciousness re-established, the scene before her eyes had completely changed.

It's no longer the rooftop of a ruined city, no longer the little girl in the red dress.

But high in the sky—

A deafening explosion came from below and reached my ears.

A violent shockwave swept through everything, shaking the atmosphere.

On the ground, a massive silver giant is fiercely battling an equally enormous and grotesque monster.

Li Qingyang looked completely bewildered.

Main text: Chapter Seven: Captain Yantou's iconic scene, but he turns the tables in Shining Mode—1/2

Consciousness felt like it was sinking into the deep sea, then suddenly being thrown into the air.

Before the feeling of weightlessness had subsided, a deafening roar filled my ears.

Li Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself floating high above a chaotic mountainous area.

Holy crap, that's so high!

I've time-traveled again?!

No… this is…

Li Qingyang looked down at his body.

Arms, torso, legs... the outlines are vaguely visible, yet they present a translucent form that flows with a faint light.

A warm light emanated from within, illuminating the swirling smoke and dust around it.

He tried clenching his fist.

There is no physical tactile sensation.

The light from the fingertips pierced through the palm.

Did I... become light? Or rather, did my consciousness exist here in the form of light?

Before he could think further, the sounds of fierce fighting coming from below once again drew his full attention.