Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The Alien Empire is coming, and it's said that this time they plan to take on the Ultra Six Brothers one-on-one.
Um.
Holy crap! How did it know the Ultra Brothers were really on Earth?!

"The intelligence network on the other side is impressive!" Cui Ming stared at the scrolling data stream on the screen, his fingertips tapping crisply on the virtual keyboard, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

In Cui Ming's mind, this Alien Empire was an enemy who already knew about the Ultra Brothers' clashes on Earth.

So the true nature of these aliens from the Empire has been exposed.

Data streamed down the screen like a waterfall, clearly marking the Empire aliens' battle trajectories, energy fluctuation frequencies, and even details of a failed sneak attack. Cui Ming pointed his finger at the chest area of ​​the 3D model, where a string of red parameters immediately popped up—the weak point of the enemy's energy core.

"Hmm, this guy is indeed formidable. No wonder he challenged the Ultra Six Brothers to a duel." He zoomed in on the 3D model of the Alien Empire on the screen. Its single red eye gleamed dangerously in the dim light, like two suspended beads of blood. The metallic texture of its scissor-like pincers was clearly visible, its edges gleaming with a cold, hard light. Even the missile launch ports hidden at the joints were clearly marked, and tiny red arrows pointed to those deadly weapon nodes.

Cui Ming was currently seated in a hovering chair at the Mefilas outpost, the backrest adjusting slightly with his movements. Holographic projection screens surrounded him in a semi-circle, the pale blue light illuminating his face and emphasizing the sharpness of his jawline. The screens were densely packed with combat logs of the Imperial aliens; in one video, their energy whip cleaved an asteroid in two, sending debris flying like meteors through space.

Mefilas leaned against the control panel, toying with a silver metal ball between his fingers. The ball rolled nimbly between his fingers, reflecting the cold light of the screen. Hearing this, he waved his hand, flicking his wrist to bring the metal ball to a stop in his palm: "This guy is indeed somewhat skilled, but he'd better forget about taking on the Ultra Six brothers one-on-one."

Mefilas knew all too well what the Empire Aliens were capable of. Most of the victories recorded in the database were achieved by taking advantage of the Ultra Warriors when their energy was low. This guy's light whip and killing beam were indeed troublesome, but if he really faced the six brothers working together, he probably wouldn't last three rounds—thinking to himself, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the patterns on the surface of the metal sphere.

“You’re worrying about the Alien Empire a little too much.” Mefilas tossed the metal ball into the air. The gleaming silver sphere arced under the light before he caught it steadily. The metal surface reflected his raised eyebrows, a look of nonchalant certainty on his face.

“No, last time I encountered an exceptionally strong Alien from the Empire. After that guy died, he could still use energy to form an even more powerful form. It was quite terrifying.” Cui Ming pulled up the energy residue analysis chart from the last battle. The dark red energy peaks pierced the chart with sharp protrusions, like an inverted spike. “Look here, the energy density of the secondary form is three times that of the initial form.”

"..." Mefilas's fingers tightened suddenly around the metal sphere, his knuckles turning white, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the sphere with a "crack." He stared at the chart that Cui Ming had brought up, his pupils slightly contracting—this energy characteristic...why does it look so familiar?

"What did you just say you hit?!" Mefilas's voice was eight octaves deeper than before, with a barely perceptible tremor at the end, and his grip on the metal ball tightened unconsciously.

Mefilas's expression was very strange. The curve of his mouth froze, the nonchalance in his eyes was replaced by shock, and even his breathing paused for a beat.

Cui Ming took a deep breath, his fingertips swiping across the screen to bring up a more detailed replay of the battle. He recounted the events in steady speech, from the initial encounter in space, the lightning whip that suddenly wrapped around his ankle, to how he used his waist to generate power and shatter the whip with the aura of the fourth form of the Eight Leaves One Blade Style, "Red Leaf Cutter"; to how the ultra-high-heat beam of light spewed by the Imperial Alien left charred marks on the armor of the Armor of Vengeance, and how he used the cover of the light flame wave to strike the opponent's joints with the "Gale" type Iai Slash; finally, when he mentioned the energy vortex that suddenly erupted after the guy's death, and the secondary form that emerged from the vortex with its body covered in black patterns, his fingertips paused on the screen.

Mefilas grew increasingly alarmed as he listened, his back almost soaked with cold sweat.

No way?! Is he talking about that old guy?!

Mefilas was inwardly utterly shocked. That old monster who had lived for nearly a thousand years among the Empire Star people, someone even he had to think twice before facing, how could he possibly be killed by Cui, especially without transforming?!

Dude! The one you killed was an old monster from the Empire aliens! It wasn't even in the same league as this one!

Mefilas shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel this absurd thought, but the secondary form characteristics described by Cui Ming perfectly matched the forbidden form of that old guy in his memory.

Mom!
Storm One is getting more and more terrifying.

Even that old monster himself wouldn't dare say he won completely, but Storm One was killed just because he didn't change Ultraman?!
Mefilas felt it was wonderful that he wasn't enemies with Choi Myung-sung.

Meanwhile, Cui Ming was going to have a chat with Kotaro and Kirisaki.

after all
This time, it's perfect to send the two of them to fight the Alien Empire.

Inside the secret base, Cui Ming leaned against the wall, his fingers idly tapping his tactical belt. He wasn't particularly anxious about the Imperial Alien attack; rather, he found it troublesome. After all, dealing with a threat of this level always required a considerable amount of time and effort. He leisurely contacted various parties and sent a summons signal to the human forms of the Ultra Six Brothers.

Soon, everyone gathered at the secret base. Zoffy's human form, Shingo Sakamizu, stood tall and straight, his eyes calm and resolute.

He's probably the most normal one here.
Hayata Susumu, the human form of the original Ultraman, has a resolute face, carrying the courage honed from past battles.

Although, according to reliable sources, Hayata only learned about being possessed by Ultraman later on...

Ultraman Seven, in his guise as Dan Moroboshi, possessed piercing eyes and exuded a calm and wise aura. He and Anne had been getting along quite well lately, so they probably didn't need to worry about any honey traps from the enemy.
Ultraman Jack's human form, Hideki Go, is agile and always ready to fight to protect Earth.

The prerequisite is that he needs to ask his wife for leave first.
I heard she's currently considering when to have a baby.
Ultraman Ace's human form, Seiji Hokuto, has eyes full of enthusiasm and fearlessness.

Of course, he made a point of telling Nan Xizi when he came over.

Kotaro, the human form of Ultraman Taro, looked excited and eager to try. Kirisaki also came by invitation, and he stood quietly to the side with a calm expression.

Thankfully, neither of them was affected.
In short, let's have a meeting.
Cui Ming straightened up from the corner, his face expressionless, and calmly told everyone about the Imperial Alien and its attempt to take on the Ultra Six Brothers one-on-one: "This Imperial Alien is quite capable, and it even wants to take on the Ultra Six Brothers one-on-one. This is a tricky matter. Let's all discuss it."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned solemn, and they fell into deep thought. Kotaro was the first to break the silence, his fists clenched, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and he shouted, "Brothers! I propose that this time, Kirisaki and I be responsible for repelling the Imperial Alien! Taro's power will definitely give that guy a crushing defeat! Please trust our training!" Kirisaki nodded slightly and calmly said, "I will do my best to assist, using my abilities to cooperate with Taro in the battle."

Shingo Sakami pondered for a moment before asking, "Kotaro, do you have a specific battle plan?"

Kotaro took a deep breath and said with an unusually serious expression, "I plan to use Taro's Ultra Bomb at a critical moment, which is a self-destruct tactic. Although this move is extremely risky, with Taro's Ultra Heart, there is a high chance that he will be reborn after the explosion and can deliver a fatal blow to the Empire Alien!"

Everyone was taken aback by these words.

No, you're still thinking about your self-destruction?!

Can't you be even a little bit normal?

The Ultra Bomb was far too dangerous; if it failed, the consequences would be unimaginable. The meeting room erupted in discussion, with everyone having their own ideas.

Cui Ming frowned slightly, pondering: This self-destruct tactic is indeed risky, but there doesn't seem to be a better way right now, making it a real hassle to deal with. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "I agree with Kotaro using the Taro self-destruct tactic. However, we need to do thorough preparations to ensure Kotaro's safety as much as possible, and also to maximize the effectiveness of this tactic."

Hayata nodded slightly: "Now that things have come to this, perhaps this is the only effective way to deal a heavy blow to the Alien Empire."

Dan Moroboshi's eyes were sharp as he calmly said, "We will provide full support to create the best possible fighting conditions for Taro."

Hideki Go and Seiji Hokuto also expressed their agreement and willingness to fully cooperate.

Shingo Sakami nodded solemnly: "In that case, let's go all out, formulate a detailed battle plan, and be sure to repel the Alien Empire. But... is it really okay? The self-destruct tactic?"

"Kotaro, it's not that I'm against it... but have you thought about the consequences of Taro's self-destruct tactic?"

Before Kotaro could retort, Zoffy raised his hand and pressed it against his shoulder. "Your self-destruction is like an infinitely splitting energy field," Zoffy's voice was low, with an unusual hesitation. "Last time we tested it on the edge of Pluto, the asteroid belt with a radius of 30,000 kilometers instantly vaporized. If it were on Earth..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the holographic projection on the table had already lit up automatically, simulating the shockwave of an explosion above a city—wherever the red energy ring swept, skyscrapers collapsed like building blocks, and even the earth's crust rippled on the model.

Cui Ming tossed the half-eaten energy bar back into his tactical pack with a click of the zipper. "So... we need to pinpoint the enemy's location," he tapped the stratospheric marker on the projector with his knuckles, "or just bomb it in the sky."

All eyes suddenly turned to Kirisaki. He was twirling a black pen, the cap tracing a smooth arc between his fingers, and when he looked up at the sound of the voice, a nonchalant smile played on his lips.

"Kirizaki, come up with a plan so that the Alien Empire will follow your route." Cui Ming's tone was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial like "handing someone a bottle of water."

“No problem.” Kirisaki put away his pen and tapped a series of coordinates on the projection with his fingertip. He marked the trajectory of the cyclone over the North Pacific with a red line, and also marked the locations of several energy signal towers along the way—the standard devices used by the ZAT team to lure monsters.

No one noticed the cunning glint in his eyes as he lowered his head. After all, for Kirisaki, Kotaro's tactic was a universal solution: if Tregear pointed east, Taro would never blow it up west; if Tregear said, "Blow up that meteorite battleship," Taro could destroy the entire fleet's energy core. This tactic of blowing up wherever you point was incredibly effective against the Imperial Aliens, who liked to huddle together.

Kotaro slammed his hand on the table: "That's right! That's it! I'll team up with Kirisaki! We'll make sure to lure that guy into the designated airspace!"

Zoffy looked at the flight path marked by Kirisaki, his brow slowly relaxing. The strong air currents in the stratosphere could dilute the aftershocks of the explosion, and with the energy barriers along the way, ground damage should be minimized. He finally nodded: "Okay, but all defense systems must be activated before the explosion."

Cui Ming leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest, pondering whether he should go to the site to take a look—not because he was worried, but mainly because he was afraid that these people would mess up the plan and he would have to clean up the mess himself.

Of course, the most important thing is to let the five big shots know.

Kirisaki suddenly laughed out loud, pointing at the model of the Imperial alien in the projection: "Don't worry, I'll make sure it follows me. These arrogant guys are most susceptible to the 'bait is in the east' trick."

What he didn't say was that the bait contained a bit of dark matter that only the Imperial aliens could perceive—a "trinket" that Tregear had casually brought out from the Land of Light's laboratory, perfect for guiding the way.

Meanwhile, a massive UFO hovered silently in space, its surface writhing with eerie blue energy bands, resembling a lurking beast. An Imperial alien stood within the UFO's command center, radiating a chilling aura. He wore heavy blue armor, ancient battle-hardened armor, its textures gleaming with a cold light. His cape billowed wildly in the wind, like a flowing dark nebula, showcasing his domineering and arrogant nature.

This is from the magical Amberra alien~
"Finally, the time is ripe." The Imperial alien spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an innate arrogance that echoed in the empty command center. His eyes, like burning blood-red fireballs, were fixed on the projection of Earth on the enormous screen before him, his gaze seeming to burn a hole through the planet. At this moment, he was filled with fervor and confidence in the upcoming plan, believing himself to be invincible.

He raised his hands, which resembled giant scissors, their metallic surfaces reflecting a cold light.

"I've trained so hard for so long! It's finally time to begin! My killing ray is enough to instantly obliterate those Ultra Warriors; my light whip can easily tear their bodies apart; and my incredibly powerful missiles will become a terrifying force that destroys everything." He muttered to himself as he moved his hands, as if he could already see the six Ultra Brothers kneeling and begging for mercy in front of him.

Recalling his past clashes with the Ultra Warriors, though fraught with setbacks, this only fueled the Empire Alien's growing confidence in his own power. In previous battles, he had single-handedly routed Ultraman Taro, even rendering Taro incapacitated at one point. Those experiences had become the foundation of his current arrogance. "Taro? Just a greenhorn. And the Ultra Six Brothers? What can they do? Before my invincible power, they will all be utterly helpless." He smirked, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

In his eyes, Earth was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter, and the Ultra Brothers were merely stumbling blocks on his path to conquering the universe. He had meticulously planned for a long time, and now was the moment to put his plan into action. "Earth will tremble beneath my feet; the Ultra Brothers will become dust of history. The entire universe will grovel under my rule!" (End of Chapter)