Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

EVA mass production machines are still in the works.
Their bodies were covered in wounds, their metal shells were dented and cracked, and sparks were still flying from the broken limbs. Yet they still managed to hold on with their powerful regenerative abilities, their severed limbs wriggling and piecing themselves back together. Even when only half a body remained, they still struggled to pounce on their target, refusing to fall easily.

Unfortunately, this tenacity was futile in the face of such a vast difference in strength.

Asuka's Balam and Misato's Vulga were both upgraded! And they were upgraded by Hikaru himself!
To be honest, even if they stood there motionless and did not retaliate in any way, these mass-produced EVA units could not damage these two even if they tried their best. The upgraded shell was as hard as divine iron, and the attack and defense values ​​were directly maxed out. The attacks of the mass-produced units were no different from tickling.

Like right now!
A mass-produced EVA unit, riddled with wounds and its eyes bloodshot, roared as it charged forward. With its mouth wide open, filled with sharp metal teeth, it lunged at Varga's arm with a do-or-die attitude, trying to tear its shell apart and inflict fatal damage.

结果
quack!

A crisp, ear-piercing sound of metal shattering rang out suddenly. The teeth of the mass-produced EVA machine were instantly shattered by the hard outer shell of the Vulcan, and tiny metal fragments flew everywhere.

The mass-production machine froze on the spot, a sharp "pain" emanating from its mouth. The remaining tooth fragments pierced its internal circuitry, causing it to emit a piercing electrical sound. Its originally fierce roar instantly turned into a soft whimper. Its pathetic appearance completely exposed the vast difference in strength between the two sides.

Bulga remained motionless, without even a scratch on its arm. It slowly turned its head, its eyes coldly fixed on the mass-produced machine, as if looking at an arrogant ant. The next second, it raised its sharp claws and swung them toward the head of the mass-produced machine.

Bulga remained motionless, without even a scratch on its arm. It slowly turned its head, its eyes coldly fixed on the mass-produced machine, as if looking at an arrogant ant. The next second, it raised its sharp claws and swung them toward the head of the mass-produced machine.

With a sharp crack, the EVA production unit, which was still whimpering, was split in two by Vulgar's large signature. The sound of the metal shell shattering was extremely ear-piercing, and the internal circuits and parts flew out. It instantly lost all power, fell heavily to the ground, and became a pile of scrap metal.

The veterans of Agency S in the monitoring room watched the scene on the screen with their hearts sinking to the bottom. One of them couldn't help but slam his fist on the table and roar: "Holy crap! How are we supposed to fight this?! That Balga is too ruthless, he just demolished it like that!"

"My money! That's the mass-produced machine we poured countless hours of effort into, and it's just gone like that?!" Another old man's eyes were red, his voice filled with despair, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "This was our foundation, our confidence, and now it's all gone. How are we supposed to survive now?"

The wails of the elderly rose and fell, some slumped in chairs, others paced anxiously. Despair and resentment filled the monitoring room, but they were powerless—Valga and Balam's strength far exceeded their expectations; they had no chance to resist. Meanwhile, Dark Zagi, observing the battle, watched the mass-produced machines being destroyed one after another on the screen, his face turning deathly pale. He had originally planned to use these machines to buy time so he could escape, but now it seemed they couldn't even last a minute; they were utterly vulnerable.

"Useless! All useless!" Dark Zagi cursed through gritted teeth, his tone filled with frustration and panic. "So many mass-produced machines, and they couldn't even stop two upgraded mechs. They're not even worth a pile of scrap metal!"

He knew perfectly well that once Bulga and Balam finished dealing with all the mass-produced machines, he would likely be their next target. After all, he was occupying Sextant's body and exposed to their sight, with nowhere to hide.

In his panic, Dark Zagi didn't care about the dignity of a strongman. He just wanted to find a place to hide and get away from this crushing battle. As for the old men of the S-Organization and Sextant, whose body he had taken over, he had already forgotten about them. Survival was the priority, and nothing else mattered.

The thought of survival completely overwhelmed everything else. In order to escape smoothly, Dark Zagi no longer cared about concealing his strength and suddenly activated the dark power within him.
Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and unleashed a black energy wave at the destroyed EVA wreckage—not to fight against Vulgar and Balam, but to buy himself time to escape.

As Dark Zagi's power was fully unleashed, a bizarre scene unfolded. The EVA wreckage scattered on the ground, long since rendered powerless, began to tremble slightly. Broken limbs, shattered shells, and scattered parts seemed to be drawn together by an invisible force, slowly converging towards each other.

Even more chillingly, a dark red, flesh-like viscous substance seeped out from beneath the originally cold metal shells of those mass-produced machines. This substance intertwined and fused together, spreading along the gaps in the wreckage, firmly sticking the scattered parts together. Even the machines torn apart by Bulga were slowly pieced together and reassembled under the influence of this strange force.

The originally scattered wreckage, under the control of dark forces, gradually merged and deformed. The original orderly mass-produced machine form was completely broken. Metal and "flesh" intertwined and wrapped around each other, and the shell was covered with irregular protrusions. The eyes flickered with a strange dark red light. It was no longer the orderly mechanical texture of before, but instead exuded a chilling and eerie aura.

A few seconds later, all the debris was completely fused together, and a brand new EVA machine, taller and more bizarre than any previous mass-produced machine, slowly stood up. Its body was covered with cracks, and dark red "flesh" seeped out from the cracks. Its limbs were twisted and deformed, but it exuded a sense of oppression far beyond that of ordinary mass-produced machines—this was a temporary "shield" created by Dark Zagi using dark power to forcibly fuse all the debris.

Dark Zagi stared at the bizarre mass-produced machine he had created, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Hold them off! If you can hold them off for even a moment, I'll be back to clean up this mess!" With that, he steered Sextant away, turning and sprinting towards the distance from the battlefield, leaving only the eerie mass-produced machine standing silently, radiating a chilling aura. (End of Chapter)