Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Tiga rampaged across the battlefield, destroying one Crowman ship after another, leaving the remaining invaders in dire straits.

But they never imagined that, in addition to EDF's artillery fire and Tiga's fierce attack, there was an even more ruthless being waiting for them in the shadows!
That is Ultraman Seven.

When it comes to valuing and protecting humanity, Seven is undoubtedly the best among all Ultraman.

He has witnessed humanity's fragility and resilience, accompanied humanity through countless difficult years, and has long regarded Earth as his second home and humanity as family members worth protecting.

When he learned that the Crow People coveted Earth and intended to abduct humans to be enslaved and manipulated at will, Seven, who had transformed into Dan Moroboshi, smiled.

That wasn't a friendly laugh; it was a laugh born of utter anger.

When people are speechless or extremely angry, they don't roar or howl; instead, they produce an almost absurd smile.

Dan Moroboshi was in this situation; the despicable actions of the Crow People had completely crossed his bottom line.

Moreover, he had already learned through intelligence that these villains from the P413 Nebula not only enslaved other races on their home planet, but also captured many creatures that resembled humans and used them as slaves, frequently beating, scolding, and abusing them until they were tortured to death. Their methods were so cruel that they were appalling.

Dan Moroboshi stood on a hidden high ground, looking at the remaining Crow People on the battlefield. His smile was still on his face, but there was no warmth in that smile.

Those who know him well understand that when Dan Moroboshi shows such a smile, it means that someone is about to pay the most painful price for their evil deeds.

What's even more unsettling is that as his smile deepened, Dan Moroboshi's face turned completely red—not out of shyness, but as a sign that extreme anger had reached its peak, a prelude to an emotional outburst.

The Crow People are destined to die.

They underestimated not only EDF's firepower and Tiga's combat strength, but also the terrifying power that Seven, enraged in his fight to protect humanity, could unleash.

The winds of war have completely shifted in the face of Dan Moroboshi's hidden rage.

Tiga seemed to have also noticed the increasingly intense energy fluctuations in the distance. He paused slightly, glanced in the direction of Dan Moroboshi, and then continued to focus on dismantling the spaceship.

He knew that another powerful figure was about to join the battle, and the destruction of the Crowmen was only a matter of time.

Beneath their flushed faces, the Ultra energy within the Moroboshi Group had reached its peak.

Without any further preparation, a dazzling silver light suddenly burst forth from his body, shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the entire battlefield with its intense light.

Amidst the light, his figure rapidly stretched and grew taller, his silver body adorned with red patterns, his eyelights gleaming sharply. Ultraman Seven, carrying a world-destroying rage, officially descended upon the battlefield.

The moment the transformation was complete, Seven didn't pause at all and immediately started his indiscriminate massacre mode.

He moved like a silver lightning bolt, instantly appearing in front of a group of Raven soldiers who were trying to escape. His arm transformed into a sharp blade, and he swung it horizontally with the force of his charge.

With a soft "sizzle," accompanied by the shrill screams of the crow people, three crow soldiers were sliced ​​in half at the waist, their remains crashing heavily to the ground, black blood splattering the surrounding area.

The battlefield was instantly enveloped by Seven's brutal aura.

He doesn't pursue fancy moves; every strike is precise and deadly, so efficient that it's chilling.

Seeing a crowman soldier pointing a shrinking gun at a fleeing human, Seven teleported behind him, gripped the man's shoulder tightly with one hand, and grabbed his torso with the other. With a little force, the sounds of bones cracking and fabric tearing were heard.

The next second, he suddenly pulled his hands to the sides, tearing the crow-man in two, and the shrinking gun shattered into scrap metal.

In the distance, a Crowman spaceship is attempting to launch and take off, trying to escape the battlefield.

Seven's eyes narrowed, and he leaped to the top of the spaceship like a cannonball, clenching his fists and slamming them down hard on the spaceship's hull.

The heavy metal hull instantly caved in and cracked, and the spaceship's engines were rendered unusable on the spot, emitting a piercing explosion.

He bent down and reached into the damaged cabin, grabbed two Raven soldiers by the collar with one hand, dragged them out, and with a flick of his arm, slammed them hard to the ground. The moment they hit the ground, their bodies shattered into pieces.

Seven showed no mercy to the crow people who tried to resist.

An orange-eyed soldier charged at him wielding a short blade. Seven dodged to the side, grabbed the soldier's wrist with his other hand, and snapped the joint with a little force. Then, he used his blade-like arm to cleave the soldier's neck diagonally, and the head fell to the ground with a thud.

The entire process took less than two seconds, clean and efficient, without any hesitation, demonstrating both high efficiency and ruthlessness.

On the other side of the battlefield, Tiga paused slightly as he watched Seven's attack.

Although he was also doing his best to wipe out the crow people, he was not as brutal and direct as Seven. Every attack Seven made was filled with the fury to destroy everything. Whether it was tearing, slicing, or smashing, he would end the target as quickly as possible, leaving no survivors.

The silver figure weaved through the crow people, leaving behind only ruins and wails in its wake. The crow people, who had been putting up a last-ditch resistance, were instantly enveloped in extreme fear.

Upon seeing this, the Crow-man leader's red eyes were filled with terror. Knowing that it was no match for Seven, it turned and tried to escape into the remaining spaceship.

But Seven had already locked onto it, and instantly teleported to the front of the spaceship, blocking its path.

The leader roared and swung his blade-like claws toward Seven's chest. Seven raised his hand and grabbed the leader's wrist, crushing the claws with his fingertips. Then, he slashed down with his other hand, cleaving the leader in two from shoulder to waist. Red blood splattered on Seven's body, adding to the ferocity of the attack.

In just a few minutes, Seven cleared out the remaining Crowmen from the entire area.

He stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by the remains of the Crowmen and fragments of their spaceships. His eyelight still gleamed sharply, showing no signs of fatigue, only the cold desolation that followed the venting of his fury. This massacre was both retribution for the Crowmen's atrocities and the most steadfast protection of humanity—any intruder who dared to harm humanity would only meet this fate of being torn to pieces.

Seven stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes still sharp as ever. The remaining crowmen were terrified and scattered in all directions, barely having a chance to catch their breath.

He no longer limited himself to tearing and slicing; his methods became increasingly ruthless and diverse, and each strike precisely claimed a life.

Seeing several crowmen hiding behind the wreckage and putting up a stubborn resistance, Seven raised his hand, gathered energy, and shot out two thin but deadly Emerium rays from his fingertips. The rays pierced through the gaps in the wreckage and directly pierced the bodies of the crowmen hiding behind it. Black blood flowed down the wreckage and they instantly fell silent.

A crow-man piloted a small aircraft in an attempt to escape at low altitude. Seven leaped into the air, curled his legs, and kicked out with his hard Ultra Kick, shattering the aircraft's cabin and sending the crow-man flying.

Before the opponent could land, Seven teleported directly below him, crossed his arms into blades, and slashed down fiercely, splitting the crowman into four pieces. The remains fell along with the fragments of the aircraft.

When he encountered a group of Raven soldiers, he simply bent down, grabbed a giant piece of spaceship debris from the ground, and swung it around like a giant hammer. The debris, carrying a strong wind, smashed down a group of Ravens. The sound of bones cracking and screams of agony mingled together. None of the Ravens hit by it had any chance of survival. It was efficient and brutal.

On the other side of the battlefield, Cui Ming, Asuka, and Lin were also swiftly eliminating the fleeing Crow People. The three worked together seamlessly and ruthlessly, leaving no survivors. All that remained in their wake was wreckage and death.

Asuka wielded a heavy battle axe, its blade gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. With agile movements, she charged towards a crow-man. Before the opponent could raise his shrinking gun, the battle axe whistled through the air, severing his head and shoulder in one fell swoop. Black blood splattered across the axe's surface. With a backhand swing, she smashed the axe into the chest of another crow-man beside her. The blade embedded itself in his body, and with a swift flick, she disemboweled him.

Lin wielded a longsword, her movements swift yet deadly, like a sharp blade traversing the battlefield.

She dodged the crowman's swung claws to the side, and her longsword pierced the gap in his neck. With a slight twist of her wrist, the blade severed his blood vessels and trachea, and the crowman collapsed to the ground without even being able to utter a wail.

Facing two crow-men who pounced on her at the same time, she leaped into the air, her longsword drawing two sharp arcs in the air, precisely slicing through their throats. As she landed, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, then turned and plunged her longsword into the heart of the attacker behind her. As she withdrew the sword, a string of blood beads appeared. Her movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Cui Mingze wielded a twisted hammer in one hand and an entrenching tool in the other, switching between the two weapons with ease, displaying a fierce and cunning fighting style.

He saw a crowman trying to capture a human with a shrinking gun. The twisting hammer flew out of his hand and accurately hit the man's head, cracking his skull with a "crack". The crowman fell to the ground on the spot.

He then grabbed an entrenching tool and charged toward the three crowmen who had surrounded him. With a horizontal swing of the tool, he severed the lower legs of two of them. Taking advantage of the moment when they fell to the ground and howled in pain, he brought the entrenching tool down vertically, ending their lives.

When he encountered a crowman who tried to resist, he simply threw away his weapon, grabbed the other's head with both hands, and snapped his neck with a little force. The action was brutal and efficient, showing his overwhelming power.

Seven's silver figure darted through the sky and down the ground, alternating between Emerium Ray, Ultra Throw, and heavy weapon strikes to eliminate the fleeing Crowmen one by one; on the ground, the trio of Cui Ming were like a strangulation machine, using battle axe slashes, longsword thrusts, and hammer and shovel strikes, each method deadly.

The Ravenmen's original plundering ambitions have now completely vanished, leaving only endless fear and despair. No matter where they flee, they cannot escape this indiscriminate slaughter. The entire battlefield is shrouded in the aura of death. The invaders' cries gradually weaken and are eventually completely drowned out by the sounds of clashing weapons and the cracking of wreckage.

Seeing the battle unfolding on two fronts, Tiga no longer hesitated. He turned and charged toward the last remaining Crowman supply ship, clenching his fists and smashing through the hull. Together with Seven, Cui Ming, and others, they formed an encirclement, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope for the Crowman.

This purge against the invaders is nearing its end; there is no mercy, only the ultimate revenge for their evil deeds.

Seven stood amidst the pile of Crowmen's remains, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only a pure obsession with killing.

The red markings all over his body became even more vivid due to extreme rage. His face, which was already ruddy, was now so red that it was almost dripping blood, blending into the markings on his body. From a distance, his entire body exuded a bloodthirsty crimson, and in the firelight and smoke, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

The remaining crow people were terrified, their limbs were weak, and they were almost drained of the strength to run away.

In their eyes, the giant before them, a figure shrouded in silver and crimson, was the most terrifying being in the world—he made no superfluous movements, uttered no intimidating roars, and from beginning to end had only one thought: Kill! Kill! Kill!

Whether it was his comrades who were hiding behind the wreckage and fighting stubbornly, or his fellow soldiers who were desperately fleeing, none of them could escape his clutches. He was like a tireless killing machine, leaving only death and wreckage in his wake.

"It's that crimson monster! He's coming!" a Raven soldier roared, his voice filled with despair on the verge of collapse.

It watched helplessly as Seven raised his hand to gather energy, and the slender Emerium Ray instantly pierced through his companion's body. Black blood splattered on the remains, while Seven's face remained blindingly red, as if the killing only made him more excited.

Another crowman tried to escape in a small flying vehicle at low altitude, but Seven kicked the cabin to pieces with an Ultra Kick, throwing him into the air. Before he could land, Seven teleported up and cleaved him into four pieces with his arms crossed like blades.

That blinding crimson, like a brand of death, was etched into the minds of every Crowman.

Several crow-men huddled together in a corner, trembling with fear, clutching their heads, not daring to even entertain the thought of resistance.

They watched as Seven grabbed a giant piece of spaceship debris and swept it across the battlefield like a toy. A powerful gust of wind, carrying the aura of death, approached. The sounds of their companions' bones cracking and their screams of agony exploded in their ears. Seven's red face, blending seamlessly with his body color, appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust. Each swing of the debris meant the annihilation of yet another group of his companions.

"He's a madman who only knows how to kill! Run!!!" someone screamed in despair, but before the words were finished, he was hit by a shard and fell silent instantly.

On the other side of the battlefield, Cui Ming, Asuka, and Lin were still efficiently clearing out the fleeing Crowmen. The sounds of battleaxe chopping, longsword piercing, and hammer and shovel striking were endless. But in the hearts of the Crowmen, these people were far less of a threat than Seven.

The moment that crimson figure appears in sight, all the crow people are instantly gripped by extreme panic, unable to even discern the direction to flee—they are not afraid of death, but they are terrified of being torn apart by that giant whose face is the same color as his body and who only knows how to kill. That pure, merciless slaughter is more chilling than any pain.

A remnant of the Crow people leader tried to avoid Seven's line of sight, but unexpectedly ran right into Seven.

Seeing Seven's bright red face, which blended seamlessly with the crimson markings on his body, it was so frightened that it collapsed to the ground, its blades and claws falling to the floor, unable to even utter a complete plea for mercy.

Seven gave it no chance, bent down and grabbed its torso with one hand, crushing its bones with his fingertips, then casually tossed it into the distance and smashed it against the rock wall, where its body instantly shattered.

Throughout the entire process, Seven's movements did not pause for a moment, and his face became increasingly flushed, as if killing was his only purpose.

As Tiga charged toward the remaining supply ship, he clearly sensed the fear the Crow People had of Seven—those Crow People who had originally wanted to put up a last stand would instantly give up their resistance as soon as they caught a glimpse of Seven's red figure, either fleeing frantically or collapsing to the ground.

Seven continued his relentless slaughter, his red face and crimson body darting across the battlefield. Every strike was precise and deadly, utterly crushing the last shred of hope in the Crowmen and making them acutely aware of how foolish their decision to provoke Earth and this bloodthirsty crimson giant had been. (End of Chapter)