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

Now even a normal Ultraman like Tiga (who isn't actually normal) is doing this, using flashing red lights to kill his enhanced Zetton and enhanced Bemstar, which were powerful enough to take down a whole group of Ultramen...

What exactly do you want (Dark Shadow Mage swears) to do!

Can't you follow a set routine?

He's been to so many different points in time and seen so many Ultraman fighting monsters, and isn't that how it's always portrayed?

Why does everything fall apart when it comes to him?

The more the Dark Shadow Mage thought about it, the angrier he became, and the dark energy surrounding him began to surge erratically.

Originally, he fled here from the Land of Light in a sorry state, seething with anger, hoping to find an easy target to bully, vent his endless rage, and incidentally pick up some leftovers to leisurely harvest a wave of freshly baked despair energy as a snack after Tiga's defeat.

The result was good.

He failed to pick on the easy target and instead watched a personal show that sent his blood pressure soaring...

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

He can't accept it!

Tiga, right? Even if you can kill two enhanced monsters, you're definitely in serious trouble.

I'd like to see how you, all alone, will face my monster army!

............

"We won! That's fantastic!"

Inside the cockpit of Victory Flying Swallow Unit 1, after watching Tiga plant Bemstar in the ground to end the battle, Horii could no longer contain his excitement, and he suddenly waved his fist and let out a loud cheer.

Behind him, Zongfang's tense shoulders finally relaxed, revealing a happy smile as he opened the communication channel.

"This is Munakata. It has been confirmed that the second monster has been destroyed by Tiga."

On the ground, the yellow Sherlock car is speeding along the highway.

Lina drove with focus, while Megumi sat in the passenger seat. In the back seat, Shinjo, whom they had just picked up from the landing site, was rubbing his arms, which were a little sore from the parachute jump.

When Zongfang's report came through the vehicle's communicator, the atmosphere inside the car instantly reached its peak.

"Well done, Tiga! I knew he could do it!"

Xincheng suddenly threw a punch, accidentally aggravating his shoulder injury. He grimaced in pain, but his smile was incredibly bright.

Lina and Megumi exchanged a smile, their long-strained nerves finally relaxing completely.

"Very good......"

Lina sighed softly, her fingers on the steering wheel relaxing considerably.

Kijima leaned back in her chair, let out a long breath, and her whole demeanor softened.

She had always firmly believed that Tiga would win.

The joy of victory, like the warm sunshine, dispelled the gloom and tension that had previously shrouded everyone's hearts.

However, in the very next second of this warmest and most relaxing moment...

A cold, twisted voice, filled with endless resentment, suddenly rang out in the void without warning, and clearly penetrated into everyone's ears through all the open communication channels.

"It was just killing two pieces of trash I casually tossed aside..."

"Aren't you getting excited already, Ultraman Tiga?!"

Shila-

A piercing electrical crackling came from the communicator, abruptly ending the cheerful atmosphere inside the car.

Xincheng's smile froze.

Lina gripped the steering wheel tightly.

The brows that had just relaxed at the mere sight of Kijima Megumi furrowed tightly again in an instant.

The smile that had just appeared on Nozue's face at the Far East Headquarters instantly turned into horror.

Inside the Victory Flying Swallow No. 1, the joy on Horii and Munakata's faces froze at the same moment.

That sound...

That's the same voice that was used to release the monsters!

The mastermind behind this hasn't left yet?!

Almost the instant the sound fell, Tiga, who was kneeling beside the upside-down Onion Shell Bird, suddenly raised his head.

In Daigo's view, the once clear night sky was suddenly torn apart.

That wasn't the clouds being parted, nor was it an atmospheric phenomenon.

It is a more fundamental, more unsettling... spatial-level rupture.

It was as if a perfect piece of black glass had been struck hard by an invisible hammer, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the sky from a single point.

An ominous, dark purple light seeped from the crack, casting an eerie hue over the entire night.

One, two...

Ten, hundreds...

In the blink of an eye, countless spatial vortexes filled the entire sky, and behind each crack, a nauseating dark purple energy surged, as if connected to an abyss filled with despair and death.

Terrifying energy fluctuations overflowed wildly from those vortexes, stirring the night like boiling ink.

Then, to the utter horror of everyone on the Victory Team, one after another, ferocious and terrifying monsters, brimming with boundless malice, emerged from the vortexes, poking out their heads.

There were flying monsters with wings on their backs, massive heavy monsters, and strangely shaped aliens... Each of them exuded an aura that was no weaker than that of Zetton and Bemstar from before!

"Roar--!!!"

"Awooo—!!!"

The roar of hundreds of monsters gathered together formed a terrifying sound wave that almost tore the atmosphere apart. The sound waves were visible to the naked eye, as if they would shatter the entire earth and all life into dust.

That chilling voice rang out again, filled with the smug satisfaction and madness of a triumphant revenge.

"You're quite the fighter, aren't you, Ultraman Tiga?"

"Then I'll let you hit me as much as you want!"

"Enjoy the feast I've prepared for you! In this endless despair, wail and turn into cosmic dust! Hahahaha—!"

Inside the Victory Flying Swallow No. 1, Horii stared blankly at the countless bright spots on the radar screen that suddenly turned red and almost burned the instruments. His mouth was open, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zongfang's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and the veins on his hand gripping the joystick bulged.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep—"

Ultraman Tiga knelt on the ground, gazing up at the sky filled with despair. His chest heaved, and the rapid, long chimes of the color timer echoed wildly in Daigo's mind like a death knell.

Each sound seemed to drain the last bit of light and warmth from his body.

My body... feels so heavy.

It was like being filled with lead and then sunk to the bottom of the ocean thousands of meters deep; every inch of muscle and every cell was emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

After eliminating the Kirieloids, he relentlessly fought two unprecedentedly powerful monsters, and even used a high-heat explosion that consumed a huge amount of energy, which had already pushed his energy to its limit.

Let alone continuing the fight, even maintaining the giant form is incredibly difficult now.

Is this really... the end?

A wave of exhaustion and powerlessness surged forth, transforming into a cold darkness that nearly swallowed Daigo's consciousness whole.

His energy was rapidly depleting, and his vision began to blur and dim.

The dense purple cracks in the sky, and the countless hideous heads peeking out from them, all seemed distorted and unreal, as if viewed through a thick layer of frosted glass, like a huge shadow cast by the Grim Reaper.

So many monsters...overwhelming...

How could I possibly... how could I possibly win...?

it's all over......

"Go for it, Ultraman!"

"Tiga!!"

"Go for it, Ultraman Tiga!"

Just as consciousness was about to plunge into the abyss of despair, a series of indistinct, hallucinatory shouts pierced through the gloom of despair and rang in my ears.

These sounds...

Daigo jolted awake, his scattered consciousness instantly clearing. He suddenly realized that at the edge of his fading vision, there was still a faint but determined light flickering.

This is......

It's them!

It was those children, those ordinary people, who, when they were defeated by the Kirieloids and plunged into their darkest despair, used flashlights, car headlights, and anything else that could emit light, to bring them... a ray of hope!

I see... I'm not fighting alone.

It was their light that pulled them back from the abyss of failure.

It was their hope that gave them the power to cut through the darkness.

And there's Captain Megumi, Vice-Captain Munakata, Shinjo, Rena, Horii, Nozue... everyone from the Victory Team.

They are somewhere, and they must be watching.

Look at yourself.

Believe in yourself.

I am neither an omnipotent savior nor a supreme god...

I am merely... a human being capable of becoming light.

but--

That's precisely why we absolutely cannot lose!

He wanted to protect everyone!

He wanted to respond to those who, even in the darkest of times, still chose to believe in their own light!

So we absolutely cannot lose here!!!

A resolute will rose up, like a blazing flame, and Daigo was rekindled from the embers that were on the verge of being extinguished!

A completely new power seemed to be injected into his body, which was as heavy as lead.

Tiga's body, which was kneeling on one knee, suddenly trembled. His right hand, which was supporting him on the ground, dug its five fingers into the soil. With all his strength, he slowly, little by little, straightened his body again and stood up in a fighting stance, facing the countless monster legions in the sky!

The color timer on his chest was still flashing red lights frantically, but the sound it made at this moment no longer sounded like a death knell, but like the drumbeats of a charge!

war!!!

The giant clenched his fists and suddenly crossed them in front of the crystal on his forehead, unleashing a dazzling light.

The next instant, his arms suddenly spread out, and the crimson color representing pure power faded away, replaced by a smooth and graceful balanced posture with lines interwoven with red, purple, and silver.

Composite!

"just--!"

With a thunderous battle roar, Tiga suddenly bent his legs and exerted his strength!

The earth trembled violently, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

With a muffled bang, the tricolor giant transformed into a shooting star moving against the current, fearlessly facing the dark wave composed of hundreds of monsters that was capable of devouring all light, and went against the current!

The maniacal laughter echoing in the void abruptly ceased. After a brief moment of astonishment, the Dark Shadow Mage erupted in fury.

A mere giant of light, alone and on the verge of his death, not only refused to kneel and beg for mercy, but dared to charge at him?!

"court death!!!"

With that roar, hundreds of vortexes in the sky suddenly accelerated their rotation.

That legion of death, composed of countless ferocious monsters, descended from the sky like a black torrent bursting its banks, carrying an aura of annihilation!

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4.2K words. So what if my gastroenteritis relapses? I'm going to write 10,000 words today!!!