Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The battle was over. The smoke gradually dissipated, and the ruins of the Delz alien base looked particularly desolate under the setting sun. But for those unlucky souls who were captured and transformed into human forms of Memor, they were lucky amidst misfortune.

These lives, once imprisoned and twisted, endured endless pain and fear, but at least received rescue before being completely alienated. Even more fortunately, they no longer have to bear the shadow of their transformation—Hikari and Tregear have arrived at the scene with advanced equipment from the Land of Light, ready to begin their rehabilitation treatment.

Hikari carefully examined the physical data of each human host, his fingertips tracing across the instrument screen, his brows slightly furrowed but his eyes resolute: "The modification hasn't completely eroded the core consciousness; there's still a chance to remove the abnormal factors." Tregear, meanwhile, was adjusting the energy converter, a casual smile on his lips, but his hands moved with unparalleled precision: "Don't worry, this little modification is routine for us. We'll make sure they return to their original state, and maybe we can even throw in some province-wide inspections as a bonus."

The human hosts placed in the temporary medical pods were still unconscious, but their vital signs on the monitors were gradually stabilizing. They had no idea that the arrival of these two Ultra Warriors gave them the opportunity to escape the nightmare left by the Delz aliens and return to a normal life—all thanks to the victory in this fierce battle.

Miyuki stood outside the temporary medical area, looking at the human bodies lying in the medical pods with a complex expression. After a fierce and hate-filled battle, it was already quite an achievement that she could remain quiet at this moment; her clenched fists still carried the lingering killing intent.

Cui Ming gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly in his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head and said in a low, gentle voice, "It's okay, it's okay, everything will pass. I'm here for you, don't worry."

Miyuki's tense body relaxed slightly as she leaned against Choi Myung's chest and whispered, "I understand, Brother Choi Myung, but..." The unspoken meaning in her words was the anger that had not yet been fully vented.

Cui Ming chuckled and patted her shoulder: "Alright, alright, we can't keep killing for now. We really need a few survivors; the higher-ups are waiting to interrogate them for clues." Although everyone had been extremely ruthless in this battle, and the enemy had been almost wiped out, these few survivors still needed to be kept alive.

Actually, the ones who killed the most decisively were Cui Ming and Lin.

Having worked together for many years, the two had developed a tacit understanding that required no words, focusing primarily on efficiency. Whether it was Cui Ming's precise rocket launcher bombardment or Lin's swift and ruthless beam saber cutting, they rendered the enemy incapable of resistance in the shortest possible time, clearing out enemies at an astonishing speed. This was also the key to their ability to quickly control the core area.

But we really can't kill them now.
After confirming that all survivors within the base had been captured and the hostages had been transferred to a safe area, Cui Ming took out a signal transmitter and pressed the red button. A dazzling signal flare pierced the smoke-filled sky, exploding into an orange spark above the ruins.

As the signal lit up, a truly terrifying bombardment began. A deep rumble came from the distant horizon, followed by dozens of shells streaking in with long trails of flame—it was artillery support from Friedrich and Musashi!
After being technically modified by Hikari, the main guns of these two ship girls were now far more powerful than before. The highly concentrated energy explosives filled in the shells made each bombardment carry a devastating force. "First volley of saturation fire!" Frederick's calm command came through the communicator. The next second, shells rained down on the ruins of the Delz alien base.

Carpet bombing is no joke. Every shell that landed triggered a violent explosion, the shockwave sending up towering waves of debris several meters high, completely destroying the remaining fortifications. The base, already in ruins, was further razed to the ground under this barrage of fire, even the solid alloy foundation was blasted with deep trenches.

Musashi's main cannon precisely locked onto the energy core hidden underground. With a deafening roar, a series of explosions occurred in the core area, and green energy turbulence gushed out like a fountain, only to be completely annihilated by the cannon fire.

Cui Ming and his team watched from a distance within the safe zone as that once-sinful land was reduced to scorched earth by the bombardment. A look of relief crossed each of their faces. This bombing was not only the final reckoning with the Delz aliens, but also a requiem for the innocent victims.

"Ah, this bombing is so satisfying to watch." Cui Ming looked at the distant base ruins collapsing under the artillery fire, a rare relaxed smile appearing on his face, the tension from the previous battle completely gone.

Watching this exhilarating scene unfold, Miyuki smiled faintly, the coldness in her eyes fading and replaced by a sense of relief.

Cui Ming turned to look at Mei Xue's smile, a smile that concealed a hint of weariness and pain. He sighed softly in his heart—sigh, this child has been through too much; she still needs proper care and support during her treatment.

He reached out and gently patted Miyuki's shoulder. Feeling the warm touch, Miyuki turned her head and smiled at him, nodding, "Don't worry, Brother Choi Myung, I'm fine."

"It's good that you're alright." Cui Ming looked into her eyes earnestly and said, "I'll go with you to kill Radam. I can't be of much help in other areas, this is all I know how to do."

Cui Ming was actually being modest here. Although he couldn't compare to true cosmic-level experts like Hikari and Tregear, Cui Ming was skilled in many things. He could handle piloting fighter jets, disassembling weapons, battlefield first aid, and even basic mechanical repairs.

After all, in the endless cycle of reincarnation, he never stopped learning all kinds of knowledge, just to have a better chance of winning in every battle and to protect more of the people around him.

Miyuki, of course, knew of Choi Myung's abilities. She smiled and nodded vigorously, "Okay, we'll go together then."

In a corner of the temporary shelter, Bei Dao spotted that familiar figure—his childhood sweetheart. She was curled up in a medical blanket, her face still pale, but her eyes were clear, and there were no signs of alteration on her body. Bei Dao quickly walked over, knelt down in front of her, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank goodness... thank goodness you didn't turn into a monster." His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Cui Ming watched this scene from a short distance away. After Bei Dao calmed down a bit, he walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Let the medical staff do a full check-up first, then go back. For their own good, they need to be kept in the isolation area for observation for a period of time to ensure that there are no residual modification factors." His tone also contained a hint of understanding.

Bei Dao nodded vigorously, tightly grasping his childhood sweetheart's slightly cool hand, and said to Cui Ming, "I understand, Captain, thank you. As long as she's alright, that's all that matters. Quarantine is necessary, and I'll stay with her." Looking at his childhood sweetheart's dependent eyes, Bei Dao felt a surge of relief. If the troops hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The captain is right, there is still hope.
Meanwhile, the Dezlians who were captured alive fared much worse. They were imprisoned in specially designed interrogation rooms, where thick alloy walls blocked out all outside sounds, leaving only their suppressed wails and the hum of the interrogation equipment.

They are now being subjected to a variety of interrogation methods. Cold water pipes are being held directly to their mouths and noses, causing them to cough violently and drip green blood from the corners of their mouths; red-hot branding irons are being pressed against their carapaces from time to time, making a sizzling sound and filling the small space with the smell of burning; the high-voltage electric shock device is constantly in use, blue currents coursing through their bodies, causing them to convulse and even their screams to become intermittent.

The interrogators operated their instruments expressionlessly, their eyes devoid of any pity. For these monsters who kidnapped and reformed innocent people, whose hands were stained with blood, there was no need for mercy. "Will you talk? Where is the list of missing persons hidden?" The interrogators' voices were like ice, and with each question, the intensity of the electric shocks increased.

These methods will be used to the death as long as useful information can be extracted! The Dezil aliens were in extreme pain and their consciousness was blurred. They finally tasted the bitter fruit of their own evil deeds. The pain they had inflicted on others was now being returned to them in double measure. This was the most direct punishment for their evil deeds.

The Dezil alien rolled its eyes back in agony, its mind filled with only a buzzing roar. The electric shock had barely stopped when the branding iron, still burning painfully, was pressed back in. It couldn't help but let out a piercing scream, green slime mixed with blood gushing from the corner of its mouth.

"What kind of damn list is this?!" it finally roared, its voice hoarse as if it had been sanded. "We've only just arrived in this star system! Our base isn't even fully built yet! What kind of list is this?!"

It truly couldn't understand how its race, which was clearly here for the first time on a mission and hadn't even figured out the local civilization, had managed to provoke this group of lunatics. From the moment they landed, they were subjected to all sorts of brutal beatings, their base was bombed into ruins, their comrades were either killed or captured, and now they were being held captive and tortured here, all for a list they had never even heard of?
"Stop playing dumb!" The interrogator kicked it in the stomach and turned the stun gun to maximum power. "You have a list of the humans you kidnapped and modified! If you don't tell us, we'll increase the dosage!"

An electric current instantly coursed through its body, causing the Dezil alien to curl up in agony, its consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse. It would rather be killed outright than endure this endless torture any longer. But it truly had no idea what list this was! Their mission this time was clearly to establish an outpost; the kidnapping and modification were merely incidental, and they hadn't kept any records!
"We don't...we really don't have a list..." it pleaded with its last ounce of strength, only to be met with an even more violent electric shock. Despair, like icy poison, completely overwhelmed it. It finally understood that these humans didn't care about the truth at all; they just needed an excuse to vent their anger, and it, these unlucky creatures, had just walked right into the line of fire.

After learning about the situation in the interrogation room through the communicator, Cui Ming simply instructed, "Go easy on them, don't actually kill them. We still need to keep them to check the missing persons information." He had no sympathy for these Dezil aliens, but he knew that they were still useful alive.

Beidou and his men, who were on guard, pretended not to hear what they were saying. Screams echoed from the interrogation room, but they remained at the door, their eyes cold and unmoved. After all, the things the Dezil aliens had done were utterly despicable—kidnapping innocent civilians and turning living people into mindless tools of war. Just thinking about the despair in the eyes of those imprisoned made it impossible for anyone to feel any pity for these alien scum.

One of the team members couldn't help but mutter, "The captain's too soft-hearted. Keeping this kind of trash around is a waste of resources." Beidou didn't reply, but simply gripped the gun at his waist. He had personally witnessed the remains of failed modifications; those twisted bodies still lingered in his mind. Show mercy to the Dezil aliens? That would be blasphemy against the victims. As long as no one actually died, they couldn't care less what happened in the interrogation room.

Beidou leaned against the wall outside the interrogation room, listening to the screams and the sounds of machinery operating inside, and thought to himself: It's a good thing that Seven didn't see it, otherwise these aliens would be scattered all over the place!

He knew Seven all too well; that Ultraman couldn't stand such atrocities against innocent people. If Seven were to see those human hosts who had been modified beyond recognition, or the numerous pieces of evidence in the Dezil alien base, given his fiery temper, he probably wouldn't even make it to the interrogation stage.

He might just pull out his head-mounted shuriken on the spot, and in a flash of cold light, these Dezil aliens would be reduced to pieces, without even a chance to scream. Seven has never been lenient when dealing with these evil aliens, especially when it comes to harming civilians. He never shows any mercy and is more ruthless than anyone else.

Beidou stroked his chin, secretly relieved that Seven hadn't come along this time. Although the interrogation was already quite severe, it was practically "gentle" compared to Seven's ruthless methods. These beastly aliens were lucky to be alive for interrogation.

But what you say comes true.
Just as Beidou was secretly rejoicing, a series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, followed by Cui Ming's exclamation: "Oh my god! Senior Tuan! Calm down! Calm down! We're interrogating them here, we can't just kill them!"

Just as Choi Myung caught a glimpse of Senior Tuan on the monitor, the next second Tuan appeared outside the interrogation room, wielding a long, gleaming sword, his gait exuding a chilling murderous aura. Choi Myung rushed forward and grabbed Tuan's arm tightly; the rage in his eyes was practically murderous!

"Little Cui, don't stop me! Today I'm going to chop these bastards to pieces!" Tuan's voice trembled slightly with anger, his eyes fixed on the interrogation room door, as if he wanted to tear the Dezl alien inside to pieces through the door. He had just learned from Hikari about the Dezl aliens' atrocities of kidnapping and modifying civilians, and especially after seeing the reports of the victims' horrific conditions, he simply couldn't contain his rage.

"Senior, please listen to me!" Cui Ming grabbed him with all his might, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "They're still useful! We haven't even gotten any information about the missing persons yet. Killing them now would be a complete waste! You can do whatever you want with them after the interrogation, but not now!" The screams from inside the interrogation room continued, but Tuan's knife was already itching to strike. (End of Chapter)