Ultraman: Invincible from Saving Tiga.

Chapter 622 Zamsha: Is Earth some kind of hellish place?
Comet Oshima.

Zamsha sheathed his sword and shook off the residual energy on the blade.

He glanced at the two cold corpses at his feet and calmly delivered his final judgment: "This is the fate of the dead (white scholars)."

Having dealt with two insignificant opponents, Zamsha raised his head and gazed at the beautiful blue planet.

"Earth..."

He muttered to himself, "Is this the place where the legendary cosmic swordsman, Ultraman Hikari, last appeared?"

A fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

To prove himself to be the strongest in the universe, he must find Hikari and defeat him fair and square.

But before that, this troublesome comet needs to be dealt with.

Zamsha gripped the hilt again, channeling all his energy into the blade. The longsword emitted a mournful hum, its dazzling blue light illuminating the surrounding cosmos.

He took a deep breath and suddenly swung his knife.

"Star Slash!"

A terrifying sword aura, thousands of meters long, traversed the void and struck the core of the giant comet with pinpoint accuracy.

boom--!
Under the terrifying force capable of tearing stars apart, Comet Oshima let out a silent lament, began to crumble from within, and finally disintegrated into thousands of meteorite fragments of varying sizes, blooming like a grand fireworks display in the dark universe.

Having done all this, Zamsha sheathed his sword, leaped into the air, and transformed into a crimson meteor, hurtling rapidly toward Earth.

"Warning! Warning! The target 'Comet Oshima' has changed its trajectory! The target... the target has suddenly disintegrated! It is breaking into countless fragments and heading towards its intended impact point in the Pacific Ocean!"

Inside the TPC command center, the piercing alarm of Ye Rui made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

"Calculate the debris trajectory and impact range immediately," Megumi Kijima decisively ordered.

"clear."

"All combat units, move out immediately."

Deputy Captain Zong Fang took over command, his voice steady and powerful: "Victory Flying Swallow No. 1, No. 2, Gamma, Beta, all take off! Yagdis, proceed immediately to the designated interception airspace. Target: prevent any debris larger than fifty meters in diameter from entering the atmosphere."

"learn."

With each resolute response, alarms blared throughout the TPC base. One after another, the Flying Swallow series fighters, adorned with the Victory Team insignia, roared into the sky.

In the distant spaceport, the massive flying mothership Yagdis slowly started up, preparing to head to the outer space battlefield.

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the base, in the enormous hangar, the ground slowly cracked open, and a huge humanoid mechanical unit, lifted by an elevator platform, slowly appeared before everyone.

It is the culmination of TPC's highest technology, a human-made guardian deity—Trafiza.

The cold, metallic body reflected a chilling gleam under the lights. Its right arm was a menacing claw, its left arm a massive beam cannon, and its broad shoulder armor concealed Max particle cannons capable of unleashing a single, lethal strike. The artificial intelligence system was activated; its crimson single eye scanned the surroundings, awaiting the order to attack.

Outer space of the Earth.

The Victory Team's fighter formations, like agile falcons, weaved through the dense meteor shower.

"This is New Town! Target D-7 spotted, prepare for destruction." "Lina, received! Locking on C-4 and C-5."

Lasers and missiles intertwined to form a barrage of fire, blasting massive meteorites into spectacular bursts of light.

However, there were simply too many fragments, seemingly endless.

Just as everyone was doing their best to clean up the "trash" falling from the sky, an unusual target caught Lina's attention.

A crimson meteor, traveling at a speed far exceeding that of other meteorites, precisely evaded all intercepting fire and hurtled straight toward Earth.

"Captain, this is Lina. We've detected a huge, unidentified high-energy object that's forcibly entering the atmosphere. Judging from the energy signature... it's an alien!"

Inside the command center, Megumi looked at the glaring red dot on the screen, but a rare, slightly playful smile appeared on her lips.

“Ignore it,” she said casually. “The Giant Conch of Light will teach any guy who tries to crash-land on Earth what rules are.”

"The Giant Conch of Light? Oh right!"

Lina was taken aback, then a smile of anticipation for a good show appeared on her face.

Almost the instant that Megumi Kijima finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly pierced through the sky above the Pacific Ocean, which had been clear.

The light was holy and majestic, like the gaze of a god, instantly locking onto the red meteor falling from the sky.

As Zamsha plummeted at high speed, he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure that made his soul tremble. Before he could react, an indescribably thick golden beam of light slammed towards him.

"Nani?!"

Zamsha let out his first, and most horrifying, scream before landing on Earth.

He couldn't even see where the attack was coming from; he only knew that the power was the most terrifying he had ever seen in his life. The shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body.

Yamei!
I, Zamsha, have not yet killed Hikari, the great swordsman of the universe, nor have I proven myself to be the strongest in the universe. How could I possibly die in such a bizarre place?
Driven by his survival instinct, Zamsha, at the critical moment, concentrated all his strength into the longsword in his hand and unleashed the strongest sword strike of his life at the earth-shattering golden pillar of light!
boom--

Golden light and crimson sword energy collided violently at an altitude of ten thousand meters, unleashing a dazzling light even brighter than the sun.

Zamsha felt an irresistible force surge through him, and his beloved knife let out a mournful cry, nearly slipping from his grasp. He was slammed to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

After an unknown amount of time, Zamsha finally struggled to his feet from the scorched earth.

He looked around and realized he seemed to have crashed on a deserted island. His armor was shattered in many places, his bones felt like they were falling apart and he was in excruciating pain. His energy was completely depleted, and he even had difficulty standing.

He raised his hands with trembling hands; those hands, which had slain countless powerful enemies and were as steady as a rock, were now trembling violently and uncontrollably.

"This... what kind of power is this?"

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with the shock and bewilderment of surviving a disaster.

That attack just now... even the aftershock almost killed him.

Did I... actually manage to escape with my life by sheer luck?
Zamsha looked up at the sky, where everything had returned to calm, as if the scene of divine punishment just now was merely his illusion.

He clenched his fists, overwhelmed with shock.

What exactly is this planet?
(End of this chapter)