Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Inside the weapons shop, frenzied roars echoed deafeningly like thunder, each sound carrying an almost obsessive fervor; dark purple energy networks crisscrossed and surged wildly in the narrow space, twisting and entwining like living things, rendering the entire room eerie and oppressive.

But no one could have imagined that the Eberon cells, the instigators of all this, were now in a state of complete bewilderment, with even the originally chaotic energy fluctuations becoming intermittent and filled with panic.

Something's not right! This is completely wrong!

The Ebolon cells were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, frantically transmitting their panic and anxiety through their unique energy fluctuations.

The initial excitement and relief of successfully parasitizing them had long since vanished in this bizarre turn of events. Now, all that remained in their minds was confusion, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of fear.

Their carefully planned parasitic scheme was clearly not like this! This completely exceeded all their expectations, and they were heading wildly in an out-of-control direction.

According to their initial plan, after successfully parasitizing, they should have firmly grasped the dominant position and turned these outdated weapons into puppets that they could control at will.

They want to use the remaining combat energy on the weapons to unleash the overwhelming resentment that has been suppressed and hunted down by Storm One for so long, turning these weapons into terrifying tools that only know how to destroy and kill.

On one hand, it was to retaliate against Storm One, which was constantly targeting them, and to vent their anger; on the other hand, they could also use the power of these weapons to devour energy everywhere and rapidly expand their own species.

But what's going on now?!

"You should release your resentment!" A cluster of Eberon cells gathered inside the broken longsword frantically surged and collided within the blade, each collision causing the longsword's dark purple aura to flicker slightly.

It roared furiously at its companions in the other weapons through energy fluctuations, its tone filled with exasperation and despair, "Didn't I tell you to shout about killing monsters and fighting for Storm One?! That thing is our natural enemy! How did you turn it into your faith? How did you all become like this?!"

This is completely going in the opposite direction, and has deviated entirely from their planned trajectory!

They originally wanted to be the dominant ones, controlling weapons for their own purposes. But now, it seems that the dormant consciousness of these weapons has been completely activated. Not only have they not been controlled by them, but they have also suppressed their will and used their energy as fuel to drive their own fanaticism.

"Wait! This isn't right!!!" Another cluster of Eberon cells hidden in the old-fashioned rifle panicked even more. It could clearly feel that the energy of its own kind was being forcibly assimilated and distorted by the weapon's extreme "combat obsession".

The pent-up resentment was not released at all; instead, it was transformed into a crazy desire for battle and a blind reverence for Storm One.

It tried its best to resist, but only felt its energy rapidly draining away. It could only roar in despair, "Don't try to take over! We are the parasites!"

They are parasites seeking a stable platform to grow stronger, not "power sources" or "fuel" for these weapons!

This topsy-turvy situation brought them to the brink of collapse.

"That's not how it was planned!!!" All the Ebolon cells collapsed, struggling and roaring wildly inside their respective parasitic weapons, trying their best to regain control.

But they soon discovered in despair that they were simply no match for the powerful fighting spirit emanating from Cui Ming and amplified infinitely by the weapon.

That unwavering and fervent will, with an irresistible force, utterly suppressed their resistance.

They could only wail in despair: "Are all the weapons that colluded with Storm One this overpowered?! How can even their consciousness be so strong?!"

These are just old, battered weapons on the verge of being scrapped. They were the ones who initiated the parasitism. So how did they end up being "tamed" by these "hosts"?

The more the Ebolon cells thought about it, the more confused and devastated they became, with despair spreading like a tide within them.

No matter how much they struggled or resisted, it was like throwing stones into the sea. They were forced to follow the rhythm of the weapons, constantly consuming their energy amidst frantic shouts, completely unable to control the situation before them.

The roars inside the weapons shop remained frenzied and piercing, and the dark purple aura grew stronger with the constant surge of energy, almost breaking through the barriers of the doors and windows.

But behind this seemingly lively and "combat-ready" scene lies the deep despair of the Ebolon cells—not only have they failed to find the safe haven they dreamed of, but they have also dug themselves into a completely out-of-control dead end, where even their own existence has become precarious.

The frenzied roars inside the room gradually subsided, replaced by an eerie resonance—all the weapons suspended in the air seemed to have reached some kind of silent consensus, no longer aimlessly darting and colliding.

They all turned around and flew towards the doors and windows of the weapons shop, their movements carrying an instinctive caution, as if they were deliberately controlling their energy, afraid of accidentally damaging the shop in the slightest.

Although these weapons were caught up in the frenzy of battle, they always remembered that this was the "home" that Cui Ming had specially prepared for them, a place that cherished their past bonds with Cui Ming.

They were about to undergo a crucial fusion, which would inevitably unleash tremendous energy. Fearing that the uncontrolled power during their fusion would destroy the space that Cui Ming had meticulously managed, they proactively chose to leave their positions and go outside to complete the fusion.

"Om-"

A muffled energy hum rang out, and all the weapons possessed by the Eberon cells flew out of the weapon shop and gathered in the open space of the courtyard.

Broken longswords, old-fashioned rifles, broken cannon barrels, scattered shrapnel... countless weapons were arranged in a neat circle in the air, their dark purple halos connecting to form a huge energy vortex.

The energy of the Ebolon cells was forcibly extracted and integrated. Their original resentment had long been distorted by the weapon's will, and now they had become "fuel" for fusion.

The energy vortex spun faster and faster, the light at its center grew brighter and brighter, and a blinding dark purple beam shot straight into the sky.

Enveloped in energy, the weapons gradually decomposed and reassembled, their metal parts interlocking and splicing together, the originally scattered individuals becoming firmly integrated. The longsword transformed into the monster's claws, the rifle and cannon barrel formed its body and muzzle, and the shrapnel coalesced into dense defensive armor. Every joint bore the marks of time, yet exuded a chilling fighting power.

As the last wisp of energy merged in, the energy vortex suddenly contracted, and the moment the pillar of light dissipated, a deafening roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth—and just like that, a gun-wielding monster whose sole purpose was to kill other monsters was officially born!

It was enormous, covered in dark purple metal armor, its surface covered with weapon-specific patterns, and countless cannons protruded from all parts of its body, gleaming with a dangerous light, and its body was surrounded by a strong aura of battle.

Ultimately, it was the weapons that utilized the power of the Eberon cells.

These Ebolon cells, which originally only wanted to find a host to survive, ultimately failed to take control of the situation and instead became the tools for the weapons to complete their transformation. Their energy was completely assimilated and became the core driving force behind the actions of this gun monster.

This monster, formed from the fusion of Cui Ming's old weapons, has an extremely simple goal: to protect this land and kill all invading enemies!

"Go kill those Kirieloids first!!!"

The gun-wielding monster suddenly opened its "giant mouth," composed of several cannon barrels joined together, and let out a ferocious roar mixed with metallic resonance and energy fluctuations. The sound pierced through the clouds and shook the surrounding area, filled with an almost boiling, fanatical fighting spirit, as if it wanted to unleash all the long-accumulated desire for battle.

The reason for targeting the Kirieloids is not without reason—this group of arrogant aliens has always regarded Earth as their own, frequently descending with the intention of destruction and invasion. They have not only destroyed cities and harmed innocents on numerous occasions, but are also the mortal enemies of many protective forces, and have long been engraved at the top of the list of "invaders who must be killed".

At this moment, they naturally became the primary targets for this newly born firearms monster.

The gun-wielding monster slowly raised its massive body, composed of heavy armor and cannon barrels, and strode forward on its giant legs, which were made up of countless interlocking metal parts, toward the city ruins where the Kirieloids were most often seen.

Each step it took slammed heavily onto the ground, producing a dull thud that shook the earth beneath its feet and caused the surrounding rubble to tremble. The dozens of cannons of varying sizes around it were now glowing with a ghostly purple light, and dark purple energy was rapidly gathering and flowing inside the barrels, emitting a hissing sound. It was clearly ready for battle and could unleash devastating firepower on its target at any moment.

It is worth mentioning that even after being possessed by Eberon cells and undergoing fusion and transformation, these weapons did not harbor any resentment towards Cui Ming, but only felt pure gratitude.

It was Cui Ming who did not abandon these broken old companions; it was Cui Ming who carefully maintained and treasured them, giving them a stable home and the opportunity to fight again.

“My dearest friend…” From the core of the gun monster came a faint but sincere energy fluctuation, as if whispering to Cui Ming in the distance, “It has been a long journey, from fighting side by side to being buried in silence. We thought that passionate era had long since ended.”

But now it seems we can fight together again! This time, it's our turn to protect everything you've protected!

As soon as he finished speaking, the gun-wielding monster accelerated again, charging towards the battlefield with unstoppable momentum.

The Eberon cells, forcibly used as "fuel," could only struggle desperately at the core of the monster, powerless to resist, and were completely subjugated to this battle of protection.

The gun-wielding monster charged forward with heavy steps, its dark purple energy glow growing ever stronger. The energy accumulating at the muzzle emitted a piercing hum, and every inch of its metallic skin trembled in anticipation of the impending battle.

Deep within the monster's energy core, the Eberon cells were plunged into unprecedented despair and regret. The remorse was like a raging torrent, almost completely engulfing their faint consciousness.

Regret! The Ebolon cells are so incredibly regretful! They're kicking themselves!

They twisted and struggled frantically deep within their cores, conveying their heart-wrenching regret through chaotic energy fluctuations between them.

If they could do it all over again, they would never again covet anything related to Storm One, much less impulsively try to parasitize Cui Ming's old weapons—those seemingly broken metal lumps were nothing more than a bunch of madmen driven by their fighting spirit!
When they were being chased around by Storm One, they only thought of it as an annoying nemesis. They never imagined that anything associated with Storm One would be so outrageous.

Their original plan was to find a stable host to parasitize, use the host's energy to grow stronger, and incidentally take revenge on Storm One. But what happened? Not only did they fail to control the weapon, but they were also completely suppressed by the remaining fighting spirit of the weapon related to Storm One. Even their own energy was forcibly assimilated and extracted, turning them into "fuel" to drive this gun monster in battle.

"Anyone who talks about Storm One is insane!!!"

The Eberon cells let out hysterical screams, their voices filled with resentment and despair.

Storm One itself is like an impenetrable gatekeeper, keeping a close watch on them; and these weapons that once fought alongside Storm One, or were treasured by Cui Ming (who was closely associated with Storm One), are even more insane—giving up a peaceful life, they insist on actively fusing into monsters to charge into battle, and using these parasites as stepping stones.

They could clearly feel their energy being consumed little by little, and their consciousness being constantly eroded by their obsession with the weapons.

The original parasitic plan has completely fallen through. Forget about taking revenge on Storm One, now even the possibility of maintaining its own existence is in question.

Every time the gun monster gathers energy and roars, it means that its life force is rapidly draining away. However, they have no room to resist and can only be forced to follow this crazy monster to the battlefield, enduring the pain of having their energy plundered.

The more the Ebolon cells thought about it, the more regretful and devastated they became.

If they had known that all beings associated with Storm One were so unpredictable and insane, they would have preferred to continue wandering, being chased like stray dogs by Storm One, rather than choose to parasitize these weapons.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now. Extreme regret, like a leech, clings to them tightly, pushing them little by little to the brink of destruction as their energy is constantly depleted.

At this moment, the gun-wielding monster was completely oblivious to the despair and regret within the Eberon cells deep within its core. All its attention was focused on the target ahead, and the dark purple muzzle had already locked onto the figure of the Kirieloid appearing in the distance. It was just waiting to get close before unleashing the firepower it had been accumulating.

The wailing of the Ebolon cells was nothing but insignificant noise in the face of its fanatical fighting spirit. (End of Chapter)