I am Gatanothor, Seven x Human Form

While he was still lost in thought, Gatanothor's body spoke on its own.

"Keep it up, everyone! Make sure you have a good time!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed in the so-called heaven.

Gatanothor stands atop the clouds, possessing heaven and reigning supreme. These words travel through layers of black mist, but because a direct, undiminished transmission would harm the souls of the believers, they are first filtered by the black mist to retain some of their power before being conveyed. It's somewhat like a language translation.

Ultimately, when the words pierced through the black mist to reveal their meaning, the immense energy was weakened to a level acceptable to the believers' souls, and even, to some extent, helped them enhance their soul strength.

However, the words were no longer the original; they were distorted and translated by the black mist into another passage. But the general meaning remained the same.

"You are members of the Holy Church, destined to be dragons and phoenixes, with limitless potential. Do not betray my trust. Members of the Holy Church should strive for self-improvement. March forward, fight, and work hard. I will always watch over you, and I will always be by your side. Only by fighting for a bright and prosperous future can we live up to the spirit of the Holy Church..." These were roughly the words. Because they were conveyed by the black mist, they sounded slightly different to each believer, but they were all roughly the same.

When they saw that the Lord had responded to them and encouraged them, they were filled with excitement.

My already satisfied heart became even more satisfied.

A group of believers prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing and worshipping continuously.

Everyone who saw Wumaquan inside Gatanjee's body was dumbfounded.

At a glance, he could see that many of the souls contained golden souls. Their gazes toward him were even more fervent and fanatical than those of the believers. They seemed to be unwavering holy believers, steadfast supporters of God no matter what God did.

Among the many believers, there were two out of place figures who wore cloaks that covered their entire bodies.

However, to be here, one must be a believer.

Wu Maquan felt that the dream was absurd. Listening to the believers' words of praise, he could even clearly feel a happy emotion rising in his heart.

That shouldn't be the case; he didn't want to become a god.

Wu Maquan couldn't figure it out. He just watched silently, intending to see when this absurd dream would end.

After waiting for a moment, two cloaked figures in the crowd seemed to have something to do; they approached Gatanothor with their heads bowed reverently.

They voiced their doubts to the supreme evil god, Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness.

"God, what is the fastest way to improve my physical fitness?"

Faced with this question, Wumaquan remained silent, since he couldn't speak anyway.

He was waiting for his body to answer him.

But after waiting for a while, there was still no response.

The two cloaked figures remained kneeling respectfully on the ground.

Wu Maquan sensed it briefly and discovered that he could once again have complete control over the body in his dream.

The body's original spontaneous vocalizations seemed to be solely for enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention and communicating with believers.

When a real problem arises, they simply shut up, lose all ideas and interest, abandon the issue, and leave it to him to handle.

Just like a child, they play and then run away.

P.S.: This chapter has 4,000 words, and I wrote 8,000 words today... Updates may be late, but they will definitely be on time.

I'll bring in another eight thousand tomorrow???

No matter how late the update, I keep my word. That's the promise of someone destined for heaven.

That's all for now, time to sleep, I'm sleepy.

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Chapter 67 All of this is God's will

Wielding its jet-black tentacles wildly, it resembled a trap in a quagmire, where one could easily be caught if not careful. The sharp spikes on its claws were terrifying, emanating wisps of black mist.

The sound of the wind passing through the dark cavern of the conch shell brings a mesmerizing, dizzying sensation that is impossible to escape.

Wumaquan turned his scarlet eyes and stared at the two cloaked figures under the black mist.

The two cloaked figures were none other than the Kirieloids who had switched allegiance to Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness. Faced with the vicious Gatanothor, the Kirieloids were completely obedient; without any discussion, they followed the will of their gods and recognized Gatanothor as their new Kirieloid god.

In this way, they neither betrayed the regime nor failed to gain a powerful backer.

When they encountered the Arakkoa, they were somewhat late. The two Zoga took the initiative to capture a few Arakkoa before instructing them to withdraw and not to interfere with the plans of the great Dark Lord Gatanothor.

They were still on their way when they arrived, and they had to turn back before they got there.

At this moment, they absolutely must go to Gatanothor's Heaven, the realm of the Dark Lord. Although there's no need to fight or do anything in Heaven, it's still good to show their face to their leader.

The goal is to make a good impression on the leader, to ensure that these underlings are remembered. In the future, when the leader dominates the entire universe, they can easily use the leader's fame to do things that will help the Kirieloids spread their influence throughout the universe.

The Kyrielords, who follow Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness, will finally achieve their great victory. This is the Kyrielords' plan! And their destiny.

They are invincible with Gatanothor; who can stop them? Mere Ultraman?

They remembered that Masaki Keigo wanted to quickly improve his physical abilities so that he could defeat Daigo.

They certainly have ways to quickly improve him, but these are all bloody methods that won't benefit him in the future and are unsuitable for Masaki Keigo. Now, Masaki Keigo is, after all, a member of the Holy Church, with close ties to it. The higher the level of brainwashing, the more loyal he will ultimately become. They naturally wouldn't use those unethical methods on him.

So, in heaven, they raised this question with the great dark ruler Gatanothor.

How can I quickly improve my physical fitness? How can I become stronger in a short period of time?

Gatanothor, perched atop the black mist clouds, remained silent for a moment.

Now that Wumaquan had taken over, he thought about it and recalled the Ultra Jeep training, the waterfall flying kick training... Since it was a dream, he decided to just say it casually and not take it so seriously.

"Road roller special training: carry a road roller and smash the person who needs training. Only by surviving in desperate situations can one unleash their greatest potential. Let him smash the road roller with his fists under the pressure of the road roller. One punch, two punches, or countless punches don't matter. In short, a road roller is a good choice."

Judging from Wuma Quan's irresponsible words, this level of special training is far beyond what ordinary people can withstand. Even an untrained Ultraman human host wouldn't be able to endure a single round of training with a steamroller. However, Wuma Quan believes this is purely a dream, so he doesn't care to mention it.

In fact, he planned to wait until later, if Daigo successfully endured Seven's many special training sessions, then he would make this suggestion to Seven. A road roller must be more intimidating than a jeep, right? If all else fails, he could just smash it with the Victory Flying Swallow No. 1.

These words lost their power as they were filtered through layers of black mist.

The words were distorted, but the final meaning remained the same, only becoming somewhat difficult to understand, like the whispers of an evil god.

—Use the yellow machine on him, with its rollers capable of crushing many hard objects. Place him below and smash him down relentlessly, using your full strength. Hold nothing back; madness is the key to survival. My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. If you want to become stronger, then abandon everything, disregard life and death, unleash the trainee's potential, dance between life and death, tread the edge of a knife, swing your fists in defiance against fate, unleash a relentless barrage of punches until the obstacle shatters. To win, you must risk your life. Are you prepared?

The oracle reached the ears of the two Kyrielords.

The two Kirieloids exchanged a glance. As expected of Lord Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness; even their Kirieloid god's speech possessed such an artistic flair.

Although they didn't quite understand what this yellow machine was, God had already given them a hint. This was a test of their wisdom!

They must use this wisdom to solve the mystery God has given them.

Masaki Keigo! The Holy Church has already given you the answer to your wish. So accept it. The Holy Church will unravel this mystery and then subject you to a cruel trial.

Only those who pass this training are qualified to continue in the Holy Church.

This is God's will.

Those who cannot even fulfill divine pronouncements are not qualified to remain in the Holy Church.

The two Kirielod people knelt on the ground, their hearts pounding with excitement and devotion.

Even though they had previously offended the Lord of Darkness, he still generously answered their questions. This is the magnanimity of a god, a power beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Only the Dark Ruler can become their new Kirieloid God.

The two Kirielods who had obtained the answer withdrew.

Even receiving just one answer from Lord Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness, made them feel as if their very being had been elevated.

This is the Kingdom of God!

Seeing the two cloaked figures step aside, Wumaquan didn't think much of it and continued to observe the believers in the Heavenly Kingdom.

In his eyes, these believers were no bigger than sesame seeds; if he weren't in heaven, he probably wouldn't have noticed them on ordinary days.

As he listened to the believers' faith and praise, a feeling that wasn't his own slowly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately afterward, Wumaquan felt as if he had lost control of his body again, a feeling that his authority was being gradually taken over. He felt like he had been taken advantage of.

Soon enough, Wumaquan became a mere spectator once again.

Another consciousness emerged from within the body and took over.

Listening to the praises of the believers around him, this consciousness seemed to transform into a leaping little sprite in Wumaquan's eyes, dancing gracefully, with excitement and anticipation rising and falling.

He watched with great interest.

This dream was quite interesting.

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The two Zoga should have been able to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and see their leader, but they were busy with other matters this time. Only the Kirieloid went in, and the two Zoga did not enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

The two of them were busy dealing with a few crow people. They had captured those crow people not to eliminate them, but to extract information from them about the location of their home planet.

Recently, many Zoga monsters in the tribe have been considering what kind of offering to their leader should be.

Logically speaking, they should have offered a sacrifice from one tribe, and that sacrifice should have been the most perfect one.

Because of their large numbers, each Zoga has its own offerings and sentiments to offer to their leader. This has led some Zoga to take unconventional paths. They plan to go out and find unusual offerings to bring back and then offer them to their leader themselves. Alternatively, they might offer the offerings together with those of the rest of the tribe, selecting a few of the better items from what everyone considers carefully chosen offerings and combining them with the main offering.

Meanwhile, the two Zoga who were busy traveling around planned to offer sacrifices online to the matriarchal civilization of the Raven People.

They planned to join forces with some of the ancient ruins to invade the civilization of the Crow People, turn the tables, conquer the civilization, and then offer the entire civilization as a sacrifice to their leader.

The leader must be very happy to see a civilization offered up as a sacrifice; he must feel the pleasure of being the ruler.

Just imagining the scene of their boss being happy made the two Zoga feel like they could take off.

My boss is happy, so I'm happy too. Okay, okay, let's all be happy together, yay!

The interrogation room was dimly lit.

Several crow-men were mercilessly bound, their sharp beaks sealed with tape, and their red eyes revealed fear.

Standing around them were two Zoga, a dog-headed strategist, and a highly skilled member of their tribe.

Compared to the trembling crow people, the two Zoga clearly revealed evil smiles, their black wings that burned the earth constantly flapping. They weren't very good at interrogation, but there were older members of their tribe who had lived through many eras and learned some witchcraft, allowing them to peer into the memories of creatures and obtain everything they wanted to know.

They have invited an even older man named Zoga to come.