Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Grosto was rather speechless. As an alien who had traveled across the ocean from planet JA52 in the Grosto system, it harbored a burning ambition to conquer Earth. Its plan was to silently infiltrate the basement of the apartment building under construction, first controlling the workers, then gradually infiltrating to pave a smooth prelude to its subsequent invasion. Who could have predicted that it would barely have surfaced, barely had a chance to unleash its full power, before being discovered by some nobody, and then the EDF's stormtroopers, like sharks smelling blood, swiftly surrounded it.

It had already successfully taken control of the workers, thinking that with this, it could establish a foothold on Earth and gradually make its move. But now, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Not only had it failed to proceed as planned, but it was also forced to use these workers as hostages to deal with the Storm Force. It was utterly humiliating. "Damn it! This is outrageous!" Grosto roared inwardly, but he could only helplessly continue in this seemingly advantageous, but actually passive, situation.

Grosto possesses a chilling ability: it can radiate freezing gas rays from its hands, reaching an extreme temperature of -210 degrees Celsius. Wherever these rays strike, everything freezes instantly, even condensing moisture in the air into sharp ice crystals. This freezing ray was originally intended as a powerful weapon against Ultraman, meant to deliver a fatal blow to any troublesome warriors of the Land of Light. Furthermore, the blue-white mental flashes emitted from its eyes are even more sinister. Once struck by these flashes, a person's mind is firmly controlled, turning them into a slave at its command. However, this mind control ability also brings considerable trouble. The controlled workers behave strangely; for example, their reaction to heat becomes abnormally sensitive—even a normal person would feel the heat of a sweet potato. This flaw is too obvious, and the anomaly is immediately noticed.

To be honest, this weakness is absurd; it's practically exposing its Achilles' heel to the enemy. Grosto is well aware that as a cryogenic alien, its weakness lies in its fear of heat. Its heat resistance is pitifully low; even the intense heat that ordinary people can withstand is like being burned alive to it, causing immense damage. It still vividly remembers the horrific experience of being struck by a heat beam, when its body began to melt rapidly.

At this moment, it hid on the upper floor of the apartment building, watching the restless storm troops below through the gaps in the steel bars. It knew that if it didn't have a hostage in its hands, the humans would have already mercilessly thrown molten metal bombs at it. While vigilantly observing its surroundings, it pondered how to break the deadlock, but being tethered by the hostage, it was truly bound hand and foot, making every step incredibly difficult.

Grosto knew that the only thing he could use now was the hostages. He stared intently at the Stormtroopers below, frantically calculating how to use the hostages to buy his own life, or at least delay the arrival of reinforcements.

Just as Grosto was deep in thought, a loud "boom" rang out, and a huge force tore a large hole in the ventilation duct above his head!
The Death Squad stormed in!
As the strongest combat unit in EDF, the swordsmen are true experts in close-quarters combat. The Death Squad members who jumped down first created a gust of wind as they landed, their movements clean and swift, without any hesitation.

Their agility was terrifying; they moved like ghosts through the narrow corridors, dodging the energy blasts frantically fired by the aliens. At the same time, the explosive spikes in their hands gleamed coldly; these things were incredibly powerful, capable of creating a violent explosion upon impact, enough to inflict devastating damage on the aliens.

"Damn it!" Grosto, seeing this, hurriedly manipulated the controlled workers to shield himself. But the Death Squad soldiers were unmoved. They raised their specially made shields and mercilessly slammed them down on the hostages. The hostages were struck hard by the shields, their eyes rolled back, and they fell straight down, unconscious. The Death Squad soldiers had no time to deal with the fallen hostages. In their mission priority, quickly eliminating the enemy and destroying Grosto and his men was the most urgent task.

After eliminating the hostage obstacle, the Death Squad members swiftly launched an attack on Grosto's men. Their explosive spikes, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, were hurled at the aliens. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" Several times, the explosive spikes struck their targets precisely, and instantly, violent explosions echoed through the corridor. Amidst the flashes and smoke of the explosions, the aliens' bodies were shattered into pieces by the powerful impact, fragments flying everywhere.

The explosions were incredibly powerful, not only pulverizing the aliens but also shaking the building itself. Cracks appeared in the reinforced concrete walls, and dust and rubble rained down from the ceiling. Grosto watched in horror; he had never imagined the Death Squad could be so decisive and so ferocious.

A soldier swiftly dodged to the side, avoiding the body of a worker who had been knocked away. His explosive spike lashed out with a "whoosh," striking precisely in the chest of one of the alien's men. With a deafening "bang," the alien was instantly obliterated, leaving only a bloody, mangled mess.

Another member of the Death Squad, using the steel frame as cover, rolled to Grosto's side and thrust his explosive spikes at his arm. Grosto frantically dodged, but was still grazed by the edge of the spikes, his arm instantly blown to pieces, rendering his freezing ray unable to fire properly.

The Death Squad were the true battlefield grim reapers! Every attack they launched was precise and deadly, giving Grosto and his men no chance to breathe. Grosto, who had originally hoped to put up a last-ditch resistance with the hostages, was now completely panicked. He hadn't expected the Death Squad to be so ferocious, completely disregarding the so-called obstacle of the hostages, and tearing a gap in his defenses.

Explosions, screams, and the clanging of metal mingled in the stairwell. Grosto watched his men fall one by one, filled with nothing but endless fear. He knew his end was near.

"Damn it! You forced me to do this!!!! Gigantify!!!"

Grosto has grown bigger!
But
No one was injured, except for its subordinates.
The Death Squad is incredibly fast! So fast that they can simply grab someone from the ground and rush out!
This is the true battlefield booster. (End of Chapter)