Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

"Damn humans! You've successfully angered me!!! Now I'll show you what true power is!!!" Grosto's shrill voice echoed from the building. These aliens were disgusting. To grow to gigantic size, all they needed was a burst of intense light. After growing to gigantic size, their bodies instantly broke through the apartment building's ceiling, and broken bricks and tiles fell like raindrops.

Grosto was furious. He was confident in his strength, relying on the -210 degree freezing gas beams emitted from his hands and his ability to control human minds. He thought he could run rampant on Earth.

But... I never expected this! I never expected this!!! It thought its plan was foolproof, but these humans were so ruthless and didn't play by the rules at all. It hadn't even encountered the legendary Storm One, which was feared by all, yet it had already been tormented like this, with its subordinates almost all killed or wounded, and it itself was in dire straits.

But it's okay... Just as it was trying to cheer itself up, suddenly, a flame appeared out of thin air in its hand. Grosto stared at the flame for a moment, and before it could react, an intense burning sensation instantly spread throughout its body. "Aa ...

"Tsk... What's this monster thinking? There are no hostages left, so we'll definitely use whatever means necessary! Everyone! Fire incendiary bombs!" The sergeant stood downstairs, looking speechlessly at the gigantic Grosto. In his opinion, weren't these monsters underestimating the EDF? Did they really think they could run rampant on Earth with impunity?
Although you aliens are amazing at growing to gigantic size, we're just as impressive!

We've taken down tons of freaks like you!!!
"Yes, sir!" A unified response rang out. After successfully rescuing the hostages, the Death Squad quickly began changing their equipment. The newly installed incendiary grenade launchers gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, as if eagerly announcing the impending destruction.

Meanwhile, the fairy forces hovered in the sky using flying devices, continuously firing various high-heat plasma cannons. Each plasma cannon streaked across the sky, carrying a blazing light, and hurtled towards Grosto like a meteor.

Grosto flailed its arms, trying to fend off the attacks, but its weakness to heat was magnified at this moment. Flames and intense heat caused its body to emit wisps of smoke, its skin gradually melting and emitting a pungent odor. It struggled in agony and roared at the sky, but all of this was in vain. Faced with EDF's targeted and fierce attacks, its resistance seemed so powerless.

EDF loves guys with complete information like this! Knowing that Grosto is afraid of fire is practically handing him a weakness. You see, EDF's arsenal is full of equipment targeting various enemy weaknesses, especially with Storm One, who has an encyclopedic knowledge of weaponry, providing the equipment; their offensive capabilities are terrifyingly enhanced.

Afraid of fire? Our EDF can let you experience the fiery heat of a Li Mei barbecue!

Just then, the Celestial Whale of the Seto Team roared into the battlefield. Its massive body arced through the air before slowly landing to the side. The hatch opened, and the team members filed out, carrying a dazzling array of strange tools whose purpose was unclear. You could say that the Seto Team's style and atmosphere were unlike a normal defense force; they often came up with some outlandish tactics, such as using pepper to make monsters sneeze or attaching bells to aliens to assist in battle. But you absolutely could not doubt the Seto Team's capabilities.

With Cui Ming, the Storm One, serving as the captain of the Set team, the team's overall combat strength has undergone a qualitative leap under his rigorous training. The team members are not only highly skilled in combat, but also possess exceptional adaptability in the face of various crises. Not to mention, they have the help of Tregear and Hikari, two powerful figures from the Land of Light, who provide various ingenious gadgets. These gadgets often play an unexpected role at crucial moments, becoming key factors in turning the tide of battle.

With the arrival of the Sky Whale, the battle entered a fierce phase. The Death Squad had already completed their equipment upgrades, wielding enhanced flamethrowers, and flames surged towards Grosto like a raging fire dragon. Storm Squad Four continuously fired high-temperature plasma cannons from the sky, each shot accurately hitting Grosto's body, blasting off its scales and causing it to let out painful roars.

Under the dual assault of flames and intense heat, Grosto lost all its previous arrogance. It frantically flailed its arms, trying to defend itself, but all in vain. Its body was gradually engulfed by the flames, melting flesh constantly falling away, emitting a nauseating stench.

"Fairy Squad suppress the left flank! Storm Two cover the right flank!" As the sergeant's roar rang out in the communication channel, the seven members of the Death Squad had already rushed out like arrows released from a bow.

Grosto was being forced back by the incendiary bombs raining down from the sky. Its massive feet crushed half a residential building, and green blood mixed with melting flesh dripped onto the ground, sending up acrid white smoke. Just as it was about to raise its hand to fire a freezing ray, the goblin army's electromagnetic cannon precisely struck its joint, the electric current slowing its movements for half a second—and that half second became the key for the death army to break through the defenses.

The leader, Captain Death, leaped up, stepping on the falling steel bars, his shield tracing a silver arc in front of him as he braced himself against the flying debris. His teammates, using his shield as a springboard, followed suit, the three forming an arrowhead formation that left three afterimages in the air. Storm Squad Two's suppression grenades rained down at their feet like a meteor shower, the smoke from the explosions obscuring Grosto's vision.

"Left flank gap!" came the observer's roar over the communicator.

The Grim Reaper on the far left suddenly changed direction, his boots' jet engines blasting out two streams of air, allowing him to dodge the sweeping giant arm like a spinning top. At the same time, the explosive spikes at his waist were flung out, precisely embedding themselves in Grosto's ribcage—a defensive weakness that the Grim Reaper forces had only discovered after three feint attacks.

"Bang!" The shockwave from the explosion tore open a scale, revealing tender pink flesh underneath.

Before Grosto could even cry out in pain, the captain had already rushed to its chest through the smoke and dust of the explosion. With his left hand, he swung a grappling hook to ensnare Grosto's neck, and with a click, the thermite incendiary launcher in his right hand was cocked. The team members, like sharks smelling blood, instantly surrounded it. One person restrained Grosto's left arm, two used shields to firmly hold back its right hand as it tried to strike, and the rest climbed onto its torso, stepping on their companions' shoulders. Only when the nozzle of the thermite incendiary grenade pressed against the gaps in its scales did Grosto realize the terror—those blue flames were no ordinary incendiary bombs; they burned through the skin the instant they touched it, even the bones sizzling and melting.

"Coordinate the reload!" As soon as the captain gave the order, the team member responsible for covering immediately threw the spare magazine into the air. The team member reloading caught the magazine in mid-air and simultaneously switched the launcher's cooling device. The whole process was so smooth that they didn't even have time to look at the falling rocks.

Grosto's screams shattered nearby windows. It thrashed wildly, trying to shake off the "flame leeches," but the Death Squad was faster. Every time it turned to the left, the members on the right attacked its wounds with explosive spikes; just as it was about to lower its head to bite the enemy in its chest, the flamethrowers on its back immediately increased in power, forcing it to tilt its head back.

As the last thermite bomb pierced Grosto's throat, the captain had already jumped back to the ground. The seven men quickly retreated, forming a defensive formation thirty meters away. Grosto's body convulsed violently in the blue flames, and freezing rays mixed with blood gushed from his mouth, only to turn into white mist the instant they touched the flames.

"Target vital signs confirmed to be absent." As the cold report came through the communicator, the Death Squad had already begun recovering equipment. The captain wiped the blood off his mask, watching his teammates check each other's equipment—some were repainting their shields, others were adjusting the pressure valves on their jet boots, as if they had just completed a routine tactical exercise.

The sergeant in the distance watched the charred body gradually cool down and whistled into his communicator: "These lunatics have broken the fastest kill record again."

The battle ended, leaving the battlefield in ruins. Grosto's massive body had been reduced to a charred wreckage, and a pungent odor filled the air, a mixture of burning ashes and the stench of monster blood.

"Ah, they're still as strong as ever," Aragaki said, stroking his fat chin, his eyes full of admiration for the Grim Reaper Squad's brilliant performance.

He watched the Death Squad members slowly regrouping in the ruins, and thought to himself, "These guys always manage to surprise us! They take down powerful enemies cleanly and efficiently! And their secret weapons are absolutely fantastic!"
"Lieutenant, the sergeant and the others have rescued all the hostages, but they're all bruised and battered," Kitajima said from the side, his tone tinged with helplessness. He pictured the rescued hostages in his mind, their faces covered in bruises, their lips bruised, looking quite disheveled.

"It's alright, it's better than losing your life. The sergeant is better than the captain at rescuing people. When the captain takes action, the hostages have to fight those aliens themselves first," Aragaki joked with a smile. As soon as he said this, the surrounding team members were stunned for a moment, and then burst into a burst of "Hahahaha!" laughter.

No one thought Cui Ming was bad about this. After all, Cui Ming himself said that his mission was to ensure the survival of his own people, not the hostages. In Cui Ming's view, the battlefield is ever-changing, and he cannot devote all his energy to ensuring the safety of the hostages. As for the hostages, let them fend for themselves first.

Although Cui Ming's attitude was somewhat cold and ruthless, his efficiency in carrying out missions was truly terrifying. In every battle, he could eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible, minimizing casualties on his own side.

If you want to criticize Storm One, you need to have their capabilities first. Looking at the entire EDF, there are only a handful of units capable of single-handedly taking on monsters or aliens. If you could do what Trevor did—maneuver freely through hail of bullets and monster attacks, completing your mission unscathed—then you'd have the right to say anything. Otherwise…
Here! Take a gun! Go fight that monster over there that's about fifty meters tall! Everyone knows that surviving against those powerful and bizarre alien creatures is already a stroke of luck, let alone like Cui Ming and the Death Squad, who manipulate the enemy at will and achieve victory with overwhelming force.

As the report came in that "target's vital signs have disappeared," a brief silence fell over the battlefield, with only Grosto's charred remains still hissing. But the sergeant dared not let his guard down; on this perilous battlefield, enemy resurrection was commonplace. He quickly opened the communication channel and commanded firmly, "EDF, all personnel, continue long-range burning! Burn this monster completely! Don't give it any chance to revive! This is our EDF's long-standing tradition—we must never allow the enemy even the slightest possibility of resurrection, while also ensuring its shattered body doesn't hinder our subsequent operations or stop bullets!"

Upon receiving the order, Storm Squad Two swiftly adjusted their deployment. Piloting vehicles equipped with high-powered flamethrowers, they advanced systematically along the predetermined route, unleashing torrents of flame at Grosto's corpse. The intense heat instantly ignited the surrounding air, creating a whooshing sound and sending waves of heat through the air, inspiring fear. Meanwhile, the fairy forces utilized electromagnetic railguns to fire specially designed incendiary munitions. These munitions, upon contact with Grosto's remains, would trigger violent explosions, sending flames soaring into the sky and further expanding the area of ​​burning.

Under the relentless barrage of fire, Grosto's body was scorched by the intense heat, crackling and popping as if in a final struggle. Its already charred scales began to melt under the licking flames, emitting a pungent odor that permeated the entire battlefield. As the burning continued, its limbs became increasingly fragile, and under the combined effects of the high temperature and explosions, they began to shatter, sending fragments flying everywhere.

The sergeant kept his eyes glued to the battlefield, his gaze never leaving the wreckage of Grosto. His baton flashed intermittently, fine-tuning the firepower deployment of each unit based on the situation. He knew all too well that in the fight against these powerful and bizarre alien beings, the slightest negligence could have fatal consequences. There had been painful lessons before: an alien thought to be dead had suddenly revived at a crucial moment, inflicting heavy casualties on the EDF forces. Since then, the EDF had adopted this cautious operational tradition: to eliminate the enemy completely.

Under the continued burning, Grosto's remains gradually turned into a pile of unrecognizable ashes, the surrounding ground scorching hot, resembling a desolate inferno. Only then did the sergeant breathe a slight sigh of relief and say into the communicator, "Cease fire, maintain vigilance, send men forward to assess the situation." Members of the Death Squad quickly moved forward, armed with detectors, carefully searching the area around the remains, leaving no corner unchecked for any possible signs of life. (End of Chapter)