Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

What bothered it even more was the sudden, low humming sound coming from afar. The sonic oscillation clock activated by Cui Ming began to work, the high-frequency sound waves like invisible blades, piercing through the broken rock shell and directly affecting its energy core. Ligadron felt a wave of confusion wash over it; its once flexible energy tendrils became stiff, the speed at which it fused with the rock slowed significantly, and some of the already fused fragments even began to fall off.

"Why...why won't you let me merge..."

Ligadron's speed gradually slowed, its flame-encased body growing weaker under the dual assault of artillery fire and sonic waves. It looked down at the ground, seeing human combat vehicles moving rapidly, and the figure in black combat gear (Cui Ming) standing on the command platform, holding something resembling a controller, his eyes coldly fixed on it—eyes devoid of any sympathy, only a resolute determination to "destroy."

Ligadron was suddenly bewildered. It didn't understand why it was being attacked so fiercely when it was simply following its instincts to survive. Was "fusion" really an unforgivable mistake on this planet? Before it could figure it out, another armor-piercing incendiary bomb struck its energy core. The intense pain caused it to let out a silent roar, and its body began to tumble and fall uncontrollably.

On the ground command platform, Cui Ming gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, his eyes fixed on the flashing red dot on the radar screen—the signal from the Ligadron, though distorted by its damaged casing, was still struggling to descend, attempting to find its fusion target. He watched the "meteorite" teetering amidst the artillery fire, a cold, stern smile playing on his lips, and roared into the walkie-talkie: "Trying to fuse? You won't even get a hot meal here!!! There are only hot bullets here!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand sharply. The anti-aircraft gun corps, which had been poised to fire, instantly unleashed its full power. The twelve heavy anti-aircraft guns poured out three rounds per second, and armor-piercing incendiary shells rained down on Ligadron, drawing orange-red trails in the air. At the same time, the three sonic oscillation clocks also turned their resonance frequencies to maximum, and a deep hum spread out, causing even the rubble on the ground to tremble slightly. The invisible sound waves, like sharp blades, continuously cut into Ligadron's already fragile energy core.

The "meteorite" that Ligadron had transformed into trembled violently in mid-air, its rocky outer shell already riddled with holes. An armor-piercing incendiary shell struck its energy core precisely in its chest, instantly dimming the orange light and causing dark red energy fluid to gush out like a fountain, turning into tiny droplets in the air. Immediately afterward, another shell struck its rocky spines, instantly severing the spines that were originally used for propulsion. Flames still burned fiercely at the break, causing it to lose its balance and begin to spin uncontrollably.

"Adjust the angle of the left anti-aircraft gun and aim at the crack in its left armor!" Cui Ming's orders came through the walkie-talkie without pause. The ground crew didn't dare delay, quickly adjusting their guns. The shells, as if guided by eyes, pierced the cracks in Ligadron's armor one after another. Each explosion was accompanied by a shower of rock fragments. Ligadron's size continued to shrink; its original fifty-meter diameter was now less than thirty meters, and it was still being damaged.

Ligadron's consciousness was thrown into complete chaos. The high-frequency sound waves prevented it from gathering energy, and the dense artillery fire gave it no chance to adjust its posture. It tried to extend its energy tentacles to grab onto the debris in the air for temporary fusion, but the moment the tentacles extended, they were blown off by a shell, turning into specks of fluorescent light that dissipated into the air. It could clearly feel its energy core rapidly depleting, and the orange light on its chest growing dimmer and dimmer, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

On the ground, Cui Ming watched the gradually weakening signal on the radar screen, his eyes still sharp: "Don't stop! Keep fighting! Until it completely disintegrates!" He knew very well that Ligadron's fusion ability was extremely tenacious. Even if only a trace of energy remained, it might find an opportunity to fuse with other substances and be reborn. Therefore, it was necessary to exterminate it completely and not give it any chance to breathe.

The relentless attacks continued, the roar of anti-aircraft guns, the hum of sonic oscillators, and the deafening explosions of shells intertwining to form a destructive "battle song." Ligadron's body was constantly torn apart by the barrage of fire, and rock fragments fell like a meteor shower, only to be stopped by pre-deployed interception nets before hitting the ground, preventing secondary damage.

Finally, after another round of intense bombardment, the energy core of Ligadron emitted a faint boom, and the orange light completely extinguished. Its body could no longer withstand the onslaught, instantly disintegrating into countless tiny rock fragments that scattered in the air before being completely pulverized by the sonic vibration bell, turning into dust and dissipating into the atmosphere.

On the radar screen, the red dot representing the Ligadron disappeared completely, leaving only a calm green. Cui Ming loosened his grip on the walkie-talkie and let out a long sigh of relief, but his eyes showed no sign of relaxation—he knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg of cosmic threats, and that more "Ligadrons" would appear in the future. All he could do was be prepared at all times to meet every enemy that attempted to invade Earth with "hot bullets."

At the observation window of the TPC operations command center, Yoshioka stood with his arms crossed, watching the screen show the Ligadron being torn apart by artillery fire. A smile played on his lips, even the wrinkles around his eyes crinkled with laughter. He patted the shoulder of the operator beside him, his tone full of admiration: "Look at this! This is a true expert! We just transmitted the intelligence about the 'abnormal meteorite' captured by the satellite, and they've already laid a trap in space, giving that monster a good beating before it even got to Earth!"

The screen was still replaying the battle footage: as the meteorite formed by Ligadron broke through the atmosphere, it was targeted by the long-range firepower deployed by Trevor, and the first wave of armor-piercing shells shattered its outer rock armor; after entering the low altitude, the sonic oscillation bell accurately struck the energy core, completely disabling its fusion ability. Yoshioka felt increasingly satisfied watching, and couldn't help but exclaim, "I was worried that this thing's fusion ability would be difficult to deal with, but now it seems that even the most disgusting abilities are useless against Trevor!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on a close-up of Ligadron's wreckage on the screen—already looking dusty and covered in irregular protrusions after fusing with the cosmic rock, resembling a poorly carved stone statue; after being bombarded by dense artillery fire, it became even more riddled with holes, rock fragments scattered everywhere, and dark red energy fluid mixed with the rubble, sticking to the ground, even the barely discernible "body outline" had disappeared, leaving only a messy pile of remains. (End of Chapter)