Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The phantom of Dark Zagi was finally shattered under Cui Ming's violent beating, turning into scattered black specks of light that gradually dissipated in the eerie winds of the haunted realm.

But
Even though the phantom was destroyed, Dark Zagi's consciousness remained. It finally saw the current situation clearly, and the shock and resentment in its heart surged into a raging fire.

Damn it.
What kind of candidate is this?!

The Nexus that Cui Ming transformed into—the interplay of light and darkness, the eerie haunted domain, and the resentful power gathering on his fists—every fighting style was beyond Cui Ming's comprehension, so bizarre that it was terrified.

And this thing is Noah's chosen one?!

Dark Zagi's consciousness completely exploded, his inner resentment erupting instantly. He roared and cursed in his mind: Damn it! Noah, you bastard! This is the most suitable for me! How could you steal it from me?!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !

The sharp, resentful roar seemed to pierce through the haunted realm; Dark Zagi had truly broken down.

It was truly at its wit's end—in its view, the power in Cui Ming, that strange and powerful quality, was clearly the most suitable for it, the chosen one it had always dreamed of, but Cui Ming was, by all accounts, the chosen one of Noah.

The most suitable candidate for it was snatched away by Noah, whom it hated the most!

At least in Dark Zagi's eyes, Tremor was the most suitable candidate for it. Its ability to control darkness and integrate other powers would have made it far more powerful than it is now if it could be used. But all of this was destroyed by Noah.

Noah had been watching every move on the battlefield, and it saw the entire process of Dark Zagi's phantom being shattered and his consciousness collapsing and defenses being breached.

Noah saw it. He saw Dark Zagi in a disheveled and completely broken state. The anger and resentment that had been building up in his heart vanished instantly, replaced by an uncontrollable ecstasy.

then
"Good, good, good, good!!!! Dark Zagi, you've finally met your match! Hahahaha! That's awesome!!!"

Noah could no longer contain himself. He lost all composure and majesty as the Giant of Light. His tone was filled with extreme joy and relief, and his laughter was hearty and unrestrained. Even across the vast expanse of time and space, one could feel his joy.

It roared in its heart: You little brat, you've finally met your match! All those years of resentment were finally released, and the feeling of relief was indescribable.

I'm satisfied! Extremely satisfied!!!

Watching the Dark Zagi, whom he hated most, go from being arrogant and domineering to being disheveled and defenseless, and watching Cui Ming crush him mercilessly, Noah felt a sense of relief. All his unhappiness vanished, and this ultimate sense of satisfaction made him burst into laughter again.

The battle was completely over. Cui Ming raised his hand and dispelled the haunted Meta Domain. The surging light and dark energy around him slowly faded, and his black and silver armor gradually dissipated, eventually returning him to his human form. He turned around, his gaze falling on Kaworu Nagisa not far away. His tone was calm, with a hint of barely perceptible approval: "You did well."

"Whatever makes you happy."

Kaworu Nagisa struggled to his feet, brushed the dust off his clothes, and forced a stiff smile, though his mind was in turmoil. He was actually finding it hard to stay composed; the scenes of the battle were still replaying in his mind, each one sending chills down his spine.

too terrifying
The power Cui Ming gained after his transformation—the oppressive aura of interwoven light and darkness, the eerie, haunted domain, and the relentless, ferocious fighting style—far exceeded his comprehension. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: With this kind of power, what could an Apostle possibly do against him? There was absolutely no chance of resisting.

Really
Forget it, give up
Kaworu completely extinguished any thought of resistance, even the will to struggle. He knew very well that with Cui Ming's strength, let alone him as an Angel, even if the entire Angel camp joined forces, it would be futile, a pure suicide mission. As long as the Angels didn't court death, that was enough.
Why.
Kaworu Nagisa just wants to start giving up now.

no way
It's clear from this that the other side is much tougher. How can the apostles possibly fight back? They have no chance at all and can only obediently admit defeat and never provoke this unapproachable being again.

Cui Ming didn't care about Nagisa Kaoru's matter.

He had seen Kaworu's slacking off and inner turmoil, but he didn't care at all—as far as he was concerned, Kaworu was irrelevant as long as he didn't cause trouble.

Now, Cui Ming is more concerned about that thing from before.

Dark Zagi.

Cui Ming's lips curled into a disdainful smile, and he chuckled softly: "Tch."
He instantly made a judgment: it seems that those idiots in the S Agency have started to cause trouble, attracting a troublesome entity like Dark Zagi.

but it does not matter.

A cold glint flashed in Cui Ming's eyes as he secretly calculated: with a little effort, he could make those guys die without even knowing how they died. If they dared to lure Dark Zagi here, they should be prepared to pay a heavy price.

No one knows that the S Agency is currently under close surveillance by Choi Myeong.

Their every move, whether it was a secret plan or a clandestine collusion, could not escape Cui Ming's eyes.

On Cui Ming's side, they had no secrets whatsoever; they were like transparent people, and all their little tricks were in vain.

"I'm leaving, I'm going back."

Cui Ming spoke calmly, without any extra emotion. He bent down, grabbed Nagisa Kaoru's collar, lifted him up again, and turned to walk towards the base. His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Suspended in mid-air, Kaworu moved her limbs in vain, a look of grievance on her face, and cautiously pleaded, "Ah, um... Choi, I can walk by myself now."

"I know, but shut up."

Cui Ming's voice was completely flat, his tone carrying an undeniable forcefulness. With a single sentence, he interrupted Zhu Xun's plea for mercy, leaving her no room for explanation.

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Kaworu was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He could only obediently let Choi carry him, his eyes full of grievance and helplessness.

What kind of situation is this?
Waaaaah.
Why.
Kaworu inwardly complained, feeling increasingly aggrieved. He couldn't help but wail in his heart: "In this world, we Apostles have no way to survive! We don't even have the right to walk on our own, and we're being carried so roughly. Faced with someone like Choi Ming, we don't even have the right to resist."

Why.
This is a difficult situation.
When will this hellish period ever end?
Kaworu Nagisa felt that he was really miserable.
I, this supposedly free angel, am actually not free at all.
Ugh, this...
Well, the whole world is in chaos now. (End of Chapter)