Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 773 There's something even more ruthless here.

The Terrarist alien panicked and fled desperately through space, moving at a speed like a runaway meteor. As it ran, it secretly rejoiced, thinking it had finally escaped the terrifying clutches of Storm One. However, just as it breathed a sigh of relief, an unprecedented sense of dread suddenly struck, like a sharp ice pick piercing straight into its heart.

"Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!!!" the Terrarist alien screamed inwardly, its already ferocious face contorted even more with fear. It frantically turned its head, warily surveying its surroundings. The surrounding space was deathly silent, with only the distant stars shimmering with cold light, yet for some reason, it felt danger rapidly approaching from all directions.

"This is really wrong!!!" the Terraristian roared in its mind, its body trembling uncontrollably, and the tentacles on its shoulders curled up in extreme fear.

Just then, out of the corner of its eye, it caught sight of a huge black shadow rapidly approaching from behind. It turned its head in terror, and in that instant, its heart and lungs seemed to stop, and a desperate roar escaped its throat: "Holy crap!!! What is that thing?!"

What appeared before it was the tyrannical monster Tyrant.

Tyrant's massive 62-meter-tall body resembled a mobile steel fortress, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

Its body was composed of the essence of numerous powerful monsters and aliens: the head of Sigras, the body of Bemstar, the ears of the Icarus alien, the legs of Red King, the hands of Baraba, the back of Hanzagilan, and the tail of King Krab; each part contained immense power. At this moment, Tyrant opened its enormous mouth, spewing forth scorching flames, flames carrying an aura of destruction, as if to ignite the entire universe. Its eyes flashed with blood-red light, locked onto the Tyrant alien as if looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Terrified by Tyrant's monstrous appearance, the Tilorist alien was utterly terrified. It tried to flee, but its legs felt like lead, unresponsive to its will. Under Tyrant's mountain-like pressure, it felt as if its body was about to be crushed, its fear reaching its peak. It never imagined that having just escaped Cui's command, it would face an even more terrifying opponent. Tyrant, having received Cui's order, pursued the Tilorist alien like an arrow released from a bow, each swing of its limbs causing a violent tremor in the surrounding space, seemingly declaring to the Tilorist that the shadow of death had descended, and there was nowhere to escape.

Tyrant didn't care how the Tilorist alien would flee or what its reaction would be. It only remembered the task given to it by Cui Ming—to drive this unfortunate fellow to the coordinates designated by its boss. Once the mission was completed, it could go back and enjoy that delicious roast meat. Thinking of this, the red light in Tyrant's eyes burned even brighter.

Before the Talorist alien could react, Tyrant swung his thick arm, and the meteor hammer, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed into the Talorist alien's back like a small meteorite. With a deafening roar, the powerful impact instantly sent the Talorist alien flying. Its massive body tumbled several times in space, shattering small meteorites in its path. The scales on the Talorist alien's back were torn off by the meteor hammer, and its dark green blood instantly froze in the vacuum, forming eerie ice crystals.

"Agh!" The Taloristian let out a painful scream, its body contorted in agony. But it had no time to catch its breath as Tyrant, wielding its flail, pursued it once more. Left with no other choice, the Taloristian could only grit its teeth against the pain, change direction, and continue its desperate escape. And so, Tyrant relentlessly pursued, each attack precisely forcing the Taloristian to change course. Unaware that it was being led step by step into a meticulously laid trap, the Taloristian remained oblivious.

At the designated coordinates, Saeko, already transformed into Dark Faust, waited quietly. Dark Faust exuded a dense aura of darkness, with ink-like dark energy swirling around her, seemingly threatening to devour everything in its path.

Her eyes gleamed with a chilling light, like the coldest stars in the night sky. When Saeko saw the fleeing Tilorist, her gaze was instantly drawn to the Tilorist Sword in its hand, which radiated a cold, icy light. "Indeed a murderous sword, not bad. Although not as powerful as my teacher's," Saeko murmured softly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. In her eyes, this murderous sword, which had slain over a hundred thousand aliens, was undoubtedly a rare gift.

Even if this murderous knife is vicious, it's not as vicious as Cui Ming's.
But Saeko knew that Choi Myo's situation was special; he was a fierce warrior who had been honed through countless battles and desperate situations.

Saeko felt sorry for Cui Ming, who had endured so many brutal battles and suffered so much pain. However, looking at the Sword of Trollist before her, she resolved to do her best tonight and not let Cui Ming's arrangements go to waste.

It's just that we need to be careful, as we're still in a period of frequent monster outbreaks, so it would be a shame to have children.
In truth, Saeko Busujima longed to be a devoted wife and mother. Gazing into the distance in the direction Tyrant was chasing the Tyrolist aliens, her eyes held not only anticipation for the battle but also a subtle, almost imperceptible tenderness.

In this world filled with monsters and battles, her longing for a peaceful life is like a glimmer of light in the darkness, supporting her as she continues to fight.

Cui Ming is the most important person in her longing. For him, and for that possibility of the future, she will do her best to deal with everything in front of her.

After all, in Saeko Busujima's view, the reason she was able to live such a happy life was because of Choi Myeong's help.

Her uncontrollable bloodlust finally found a suitable outlet—in the battle against these evil aliens, she could unleash it to her heart's content.

Moreover, she never worried about being disliked by Cui Ming; he was always so tolerant, accepting all her rage and darkness. "Truly... thank God for this opportunity!" Saeko thought to herself, her gratitude towards Cui Ming surging like a tide.

Let's kill an alien now!
Saeko Busujima's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light.

Saeko Busujima, transformed into Dark Faust, watches the enemy approaching.
He drew his weapon.

(End of this chapter)