Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Will things get better if I don't do anything?

“No,” Daigo said, “it will only make things worse.” Like every new civilization destroyed by mechanical civilization, the path forward was blocked, and those who opened Pandora’s box did not live to see “hope” fly out.

Xincheng laughed: "Wouldn't that mean you'd be doomed no matter what you choose? If I were the 'friend' you're talking about, I think you should just do whatever you want. At worst, we'd both get scolded. If I lose my job, you can pay for my living expenses."

How many people are there in the entire TPC? Thinking about the Flying Swallow II I was piloting, the cost of a single broken launch button was equivalent to a whole month's salary, not to mention the Texas Cannon, which could be used to buy several detached houses in the downtown Tokyo area.

Daigo said, "I can't afford it."

"If you can't afford it, stop thinking about unnecessary things. Just do what you think is right, and don't regret it later," Xincheng said after checking the watch face and fastening his helmet. "Now take good care of our Flying Swallow II. If it crashes..."

"Let's go drive the Sherlock car."

"Bullshit! You'll be asking for trouble if you lose your backup machine, you'd better survive the equipment repair room first!"

Chapter 184 Lonely Moon (5k)

The Flying Swallow departed from the headquarters base, spiraling upwards, and headed towards the suspicious location calculated by the Information Department.

The water beneath your feet transforms from the Tokyo Bay waters into a network of crisscrossing streets.

The streets usually reflect the glaring sunlight, due to the traffic jams, and only the outer rings show the color of cement gray.

Daigo looked down and saw a river formed by banners, flags, and human heads. He could almost hear the roar of this river; the sound wasn't deafening, but it was enough to penetrate his heart.

Today is different from any other day.

When TPC detected the movements of the mechanical civilization, the protests against TPC reached a peak.

Slogans of various colors were painted along the pedestrian walkway.

The flags fluttered and danced, sunlight filtering through the fabric and casting translucent shadows. The shadows overlapped with the figures, and the air in the crowd seemed thick and viscous; although it wasn't the height of summer, a restlessness and stifling heat almost overflowed.

Yiwu picked up a leaflet distributed by the marchers. The pink paper had black words written on it: "We want Earthlings' Earth."

“We are a race that was born on Earth earlier than us…” Yi Wu glanced at it a few times, then casually threw the flyer away. She walked a little further into the narrow alley and hid in the shadows with Adam.

"The timing is perfect, no new instructions yet?" Yiwu asked casually. After waiting a moment for a reply, she walked up to Adam and waved her fingers in front of his face: "Are you daydreaming?"

Adam suddenly looked up, his unfocused eyes staring blankly back. His expression startled Yiwu—Adam, who had managed to study diligently as a dinosaur-man and successfully infiltrate the TPC research team, was the backbone. In the past, Yiwu had always been the one running around, while Adam played the role of spy and commander.

But now he's panicked.

Before Yiwu could ask, Adam opened his mouth with difficulty: "I...I received new instructions."

“They told us to stop, not to wake Marubo Naiza.” After saying this, he leaned against the wall, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"What does this mean!" Yi Wu shouted, her voice trembling with emotion, oblivious to her own volume. "Are they going to break the agreement and abandon us?!"

A sharp sound echoed through the alley, and several curious faces appeared behind nearby windows. Adam calmed his racing heart and breathing, then pulled Iwu down another path.

"Because Maru-san was discovered in the K17 region, our progress was already delayed, and now they're telling us to stop completely!" Ima was furious, but as she spoke, she felt a chill creep over her after the fire—had we been abandoned? Was the dinosaur people's homeland gone forever?

"How dare they..." Yi Wu wished she could go to the Naga's spaceship right now and ask them why: "Why?!"

"Calm down!" Adam pulled her along, stumbling along a secluded path. He tried to keep his voice down, even though his heart was pounding in his throat: "At least we haven't had our authority revoked. The order only said 'stop,' so maybe there's still a chance."

"But now is the perfect time! Earthlings are in internal strife, they'll soon be on the verge of collapse, and no one has time to pay attention to our actions. As long as we successfully activate Maru-Po-Nezha, we can reshuffle the entire Earth, not only the Earthlings, but also those aliens mixed in with them..."

"Iwu!" Adam suddenly stopped in his tracks, interrupting Iwu's words, and the narrow alley suddenly fell silent.

Adam stared at her silently.

Over the long years, his fellow Nagas were transformed into machines one after another, and only he and Yiwu successfully returned home as "humans." The Naga people were created by the "God of the Universe," and held supreme in their hearts.

But later, in order to infiltrate the TPC, Adam continuously absorbed the knowledge passed down from generation to generation by Earthlings. As his research deepened, he gradually realized that what hung above him was not a god, but simply a highly advanced civilization.

Believers offer their faith, and God responds to their expectations. If there is no God in the first place, no matter how wholeheartedly believers entrust themselves, they will not receive a response.

Adam had a vague feeling that this day would come when their god would personally tear his feathered robe and fall down, allowing his people to see everything: they possessed all the emotions, desires, and schemes that belong to humankind.

What role did the forbidden Marupo Neza play in the Naga's scheme? What exactly are the dinosaur people in their hearts?

“Order is ruthless, especially to the Naga who believe in it,” Adam said. “Iwu, we must prepare for the worst.”

The narrow alley is no longer quiet.

It wasn't that Yi Wu was questioning loudly again, but rather a wave of sound surging from the long street, passing through the alleyway, and swirling between the buildings and walls.

Outside, crowds thronged the streets, and the mall's exterior screens displayed a real ocean scene—advertisements were cut off, and illuminated modules rippled with the waters of Tokyo Bay.

The sky above, where it meets the sun, is ablaze with the colors of the setting sun, while in the distance it grows increasingly dark, with low-hanging, deep blue clouds that foreshadow rain. The sun's brilliance is blocked at the edge of the rain clouds, and a branding red line stretches across the sea, confronting the deep indigo of the surrounding landscape.

Of course, the shopping mall wasn't just sitting around paying for advertising, so on a whim, they decided to play videos of natural scenery to cultivate one's mind.

The two scrolling texts at the top and bottom provided the answer: Earthquake and tsunami warning.

The guards restraining the crowd received an evacuation order.

Like dominoes, flags, signs, and banners held high in the crowd fell one after another in the sudden "accident."

"pat".

A raindrop pattered against the bulkhead of the Flying Swallow.

While the sun was still visible in Tokyo, less than forty kilometers away, a torrential downpour was in full swing.

Daigo saw the sea boiling with rainwater, and in the deep blue shadow, the outline of a metallic humanoid figure faintly emerged.

"Did the Information Department inform us of severe convective weather in the target sea area?" Xincheng pulled the control stick, and Feiyan-2 drew a crescent shape upwards; he wanted to go above the clouds.

"The message when we set off was 'clear weather, high visibility,'" Horii's voice came through the earpiece: "This rain is abnormal!"

"Do you even need to tell me! We've been here for less than three minutes since takeoff; how could a rain cloud develop that fast!" When we got close, it was only...

It was a clump, but now it has stretched into a vast expanse, like an infinitely large bowl turned upside down on the sea. Xincheng shouted, "Can we turn back now?"

"No." It was Daigo who answered first. His gaze went out through the transparent canopy blurred by rain, but where was there any clear sky in his field of vision? The dark blue rain clouds stretched endlessly, reminding him of the Mongolian grasslands he had seen from the plane when he first met Golza.

Horii shouted into the communicator, "I understand! The mechanical civilization probably guessed that we have ways to deal with them, so they want to use the weather to influence us! With visibility reduced to the limit, both sides can only rely on information technology to fight... This is where they have the advantage!"

"Their technology is so far ahead of ours, why are they still playing these tricks?" Xincheng lowered its altitude, trying to stay away from the bottom of the clouds to avoid being hit by thunderstorms.

As Horii finished speaking, Munakata shouted into the channel: "Tokyo, please carry out artificial rain enhancement operations in the S25 area to end this rain as soon as possible."

"Tokyo received." The communications officer from the information department replied while switching the dedicated line, while ground troops waited for a long time at the other end of the line.

Behind him, on a huge electronic screen, the entire information department was monitoring the movements in the target sea area—gamma rays, X-rays, ultraviolet rays, far-infrared rays, microwaves, and radio waves. Each unit was operating at full capacity, trying to capture any trace of the enemy.

Finally, the North and South American Radio Telescope Array, located in the Andes Mountains, found an extraordinary creation: the outline of a metallic island was slowly being drawn out.

“Legend has it that the ancient people of Northern Europe saw the ‘messenger of the gods’ walking. The sacred body of the ‘messenger of the gods’ is shrouded in eternal night, impervious to swords and spears, and capable of crushing mountains and breaking rocks. We originally thought that the mechanical island was hidden in the deep sea of ​​the North Atlantic... but it’s actually in the sky?!” A member of the information department exclaimed.

“Those who live in the sea are said to be mermaid guardians, clam and crab spirits or something,” his colleague replied. “Maybe it’s because after they ‘walk’ they return to the ‘heavenly realm’ and are called ‘divine messengers’.”

"In the sky?" The communications officer turned around in surprise. "But I just received observation data from the Victory Team. It looks like there's something in the sea!"

Deep in the North Pacific Ocean, two yellow swallows circle beneath the clouds.

The torrential rain pounded against the fuselage, producing a sound like bullets hitting the ground. The modified aircraft, approaching Mach 6.5, was fast enough to knock out any physically fit pilot during acceleration, but the two people inside the cockpit were completely unaware.

They breathed heavily, the scorching steam immediately drawn away by the cabin's circulation system. Nori brought news that was neither good nor bad: the Information Department had located the main body of the mechanical island, but its location was unexpected. Meanwhile... the Victory Team discovered that the thing lurking in the sea was not benevolent and was very likely also a mechanical creation.

The dark shadows beneath the sea grew even thicker, and rings of light gradually emerged from them.

"It's a monster! A mechanical monster!" As the light flashed and the electric arc shot through the water, Daigo pressed the beam emission button. The electric arc and the beam collided head-on, sparks flew, and the wind pressure and jets blasted the rainwater away.

"Turn around!" came Lina's shout.

A mechanical arm emerged from the smoke and covered hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, the cold metallic gleam reflecting off Xincheng's helmet!

"There's no way to break through the thunderstorm!" Xincheng gritted his teeth and pulled up his fighter jet, the Flying Swallow No. 1 turning almost at a right angle into the sky.

The Flying Swallow 2, which was a little further away, saw the situation that the Flying Swallow 1 had encountered: just as the Flying Swallow 1's flight altitude decreased slightly, the giant machine with a ring of light above its head broke through the waves, splashing water and looking like a hill from a distance.

Azure flames surged from the back of the giant machine, its metal arms clenched tightly, until its attack missed and a terrifying howl echoed from afar.

If Lina hadn't reminded him in time and Shinjo hadn't reacted, that metal fist would probably be stained with the blood of the Victory Team right now.

Flying Swallow No. 1 was forced into the thunderclouds. The view of the new city was pitch black, with only the occasional white line of dense electric arcs, like a rift in another dimension, capable of tearing the entire space apart.

“The cloud cover is vast, but its thickness hasn’t developed yet,” Ye Rui comforted him. “You’ll be able to…”

"When warning about a situation, don't explain before stating the outcome!" Shinjo exclaimed, panting, "We're out!"

Ye Rui choked for a moment, then said succinctly, "362 kilometers above your head is the Mechanical Island."

"Should we fly up and bomb it?" Xincheng shouted, "Take back what you said earlier. When it's time to explain, I don't mind if you say more."

“We’ve simulated the possible locations of the Machine Island. Although we’re currently facing a pincer attack, there’s still a feasible plan!” Just as Nori was about to explain, Kijima suddenly spoke up: “Send over Plan Fifty-Five, Nori!”

"Yes!" Ye Rui skillfully retrieved the information.

“Fifty-five? Understood!” Zong Fang understood and ordered, “Lina, keep your distance. I will find the right moment to fire the Texas Cannon. Number One, cover us!”

"Are we just going to ignore what's on our heads?" Xincheng muttered, but his hands didn't dare to slack off. He immediately looked for a suitable place to put it on again.

“If we don’t care, someone else will,” Zongfang joked. “Let’s focus on the present!”

……

Sunsets always come earlier in the Far East.

Just like a headquarters base coveted by aliens, if trouble comes along, that place will definitely be the first to suffer.

Nightfall and the natural disaster warning caused a commotion among the crowd gathered in the streets. Iwu and Adam took advantage of the setting sun and...

Under the cover of the crowd, they took the opportunity to run to somewhere.