Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The shrinking guns they rely on for survival are based on rudimentary principles and consume a great deal of energy, making them impossible to mass-produce. Even the space travel technology that enabled them to reach Earth was an unprecedented breakthrough for their species, relying entirely on piecing things together and luck. They hadn't even planned a complete return route, let alone any advanced offensive or defensive technologies.

With such weak strength, it's no wonder they could only make a living by capturing slaves and constantly ran into obstacles in the universe.

However, this meager technology, which was insignificant to Choi Myung, made Kaynar and her team extremely happy.

As soon as the interrogation ended, the relevant scientific and technological data was delivered to them. Looking at the pieced-together but unique technical parameters, the members of Kaina's team were all very interested. These technologies may not be cutting-edge, but they are a useful supplement for them, which they can fully digest and absorb, and transform into their own strength.

Kaina flipped through the documents, a smile playing on her lips, her tone tinged with satisfaction: "While it may not be considered high-level technology, these basic long-distance travel adaptation and energy conversion technologies can fill a gap in our knowledge. We'll be quite busy now."

For them, there's no reason why they can't "eat" any technology that can be put into practice. Even the cobbled-together results of a marginalized group like the Crow People can be extracted to extract enough value.

Cui Ming walked to the side, listened to the discussion of Kaina's team, and nodded slightly.

For him, the intelligence value of the Crow People had long been exhausted, and the fact that these technologies could be fully utilized was an additional gain from this extermination campaign.

Miyuki leaned against the wall, her expression calm. After venting her emotions, her mental state had improved significantly, and the clarity in her eyes had replaced her previous dazedness.

Lindis and Asuka were organizing their weapons, wiping their battle axes and longswords clean, occasionally glancing at the enthusiastic discussion of Kaina's team, but not interfering too much.

After receiving the interrogation results and technological data, the TPC command center quickly initiated follow-up deployments—on one hand, synchronizing information on the remaining members of the Crow People with friendly groups in the universe to completely sever their remaining forces; on the other hand, cooperating with the Kaina team to accelerate the assimilation of the new technology, so that this unexpected joy could truly be transformed into a force to protect the Earth.

This upheaval, triggered by the invasion of the Crow People, ultimately ended in a complete victory for humanity.

With the invaders defeated, intelligence obtained, and technological advancements made, Cui Ming and his team, who were on the front lines, were finally able to take a short break.
With the battlefield turmoil over, EDF soldiers were busy with the cleanup and inventory, while Kaina's team devoted themselves to studying the newly acquired technology. Lindis, Asuka, and Miyuki also found places to rest. Only Cui Ming never had any intention of stopping.

For others, the destruction of the invaders was a signal to rest, but for Cui Ming, the battle never stopped—in the dream world, that unlucky Alien Empera was still patiently waiting for him to come and challenge him.

The Ultra Warriors, far away in the Land of Light, were actually quite happy to hear about this.

After all, in their eyes, Cui Ming was practically Emperor Alien's "exclusive hard control." With the bond of the dream world, he had completely restrained Emperor Alien, making him unable to move. Even three of the Dark Four Heavenly Kings were forcibly pulled into this dream realm, completely cutting off their possibility of causing trouble in reality.

Interestingly, the group of Aliens Empera trapped in the dream were surprisingly calm, even somewhat happy. For them, not having to face the encirclement and suppression of the Land of Light, but simply dealing with Choi in the dream, brought a sense of exhilarating confrontation.

The Mefilas aliens were the only exception in this dream imprisonment, filled with resistance and helplessness.

Because Cui Ming had made prior arrangements, in the dream world, the Mefilas aliens would not face direct attacks from Cui Ming, but rather targeted bullying from Cui Ming's friend—another Mefilas alien. Being a fellow Mefilas alien, the other knew their weaknesses and pride well, and every "attack" precisely struck their vitals. Compared to Cui Ming's ruthlessness, this targeted suppression from a fellow human was far more tormenting for the Mefilas aliens, yet they were trapped in the dream with nowhere to escape.

Cui Ming composed himself, his eyes gradually sharpening, and a faint dreamlike aura began to emanate from his body—he didn't need to prepare deliberately; with just a thought, he could step into that exclusive battlefield.

For him, the real-world extermination was just an appetizer; the real battle that would satisfy him was the confrontation with the dream world of the Empera aliens. His friend's "special treatment" of the Mefilas aliens was merely an interesting interlude in this endless war.

Meanwhile, the Ultra Warriors of the Land of Light were also keeping a close eye on the fluctuations in the dream world. When they saw Cui Ming stepping into the battlefield again, they were all relieved.

With such relentless restraint from Cui Ming, the Emperor Alien and his followers no longer pose a threat to reality, and the Land of Light can free up its energy to deal with other cosmic crises. This stability brought by Cui Ming makes every Ultra Warrior feel extremely fortunate.

Within the dream world, the Alien Empera gripped his weapon tightly, a warlike glint in his eyes, silently awaiting the arrival of Cui Ming; three of the Dark Four Heavenly Kings also took their positions, ready to face a new round of confrontation; only the Alien Mefilas huddled in a corner, his face full of resistance as he anticipated the impending bullying, completely out of place with the warlike atmosphere around him—this battle that transcends reality and dreams is about to begin once again.

The battlefield in the dream world is dark and vast, with the ground shimmering with a cold gray light and a thick, dark energy permeating the surroundings.

The moment Cui Ming stepped into this area, he immediately locked onto the figure standing not far away. His brows furrowed, and he stared at Alien Empera with a displeased expression, his battle aura already subtly rising.

Upon seeing this, the Alien Empera's eyes instantly blazed with a fierce, warlike light. He raised his weapon high, bursting into loud, arrogant laughter: "Hahaha! Storm One! Come and fight!"

That eager excitement almost broke through the surrounding dark energy, completely dispelling the frustration of being trapped in a dream, leaving only an extreme desire for battle.

Upon hearing this, Cui Ming coldly uttered three words, his tone full of impatience: "You talk too much."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped wasting words and charged towards Alien Empera like an arrow released from a bow. He was surrounded by a sharp wind and made no attempt to test the waters; his first move was a direct and head-on collision.

Seeing Cui Ming's decisive action, Alien Emperor was not dissatisfied at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited, his eyes shining with an astonishing light. He couldn't help but roar, "Good! I love it when you start fighting without a second thought!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he gripped his weapon and charged forward to meet Cui Ming's attack. Thick dark energy gathered on his weapon, and the moment it collided with Cui Ming, it unleashed a blinding energy shockwave that swept across the entire dream battlefield.

Not far away, three of the Dark Four Kings watched the battle quietly, their eyes showing a hint of interest—compared to a dull standoff, this exhilarating head-on clash was much more to their liking.

Only the Mefilas alien, huddled in a corner, had no time to pay attention to the fierce battle on the main battlefield. His face was filled with worry as he warily surveyed his surroundings, fearing that Cui Ming's friend might suddenly appear, bringing another round of bullying from his own kind—a feeling several times more unbearable than facing Cui Ming's attack directly. (End of Chapter)