Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Its "vanguard" had already awakened before the volcanic eruption and, drawn by the allure, caught up with the fleet sailing at sea.

A boatload of people isn't really a tempting thing for a carnivorous monster, because Tierra del Fuego is closer, with cities and villages, and throngs of tourists looking to take advantage of the good weather to see the glaciers.

It only takes a short time to get ashore, so who would cross the Atlantic to chase a ship all the way to the Northern Hemisphere just for a boat?

But the "vanguard" kept chasing all the way, not because it had lost its mind, but because the bait was too tempting.

Samuel stopped it just before it was about to launch its attack, and the huge shadow was cut off halfway.

Surrounded by swirling seawater, in the deep sea where no sunlight penetrates, a familiar silhouette is reflected in gleaming golden pupils, and a brief laugh suddenly escapes.

"Alien beast."

Chapter 187 The Ship

Another alien beast.

The Kirieloids seemed to have a great interest in it, and they persevered despite numerous failed experiments. Finally, their hard work paid off, and they achieved a certain degree of success.

The alien beast before us is Cheng Guo—the reason we use "position" instead of "only" is because he clearly possesses a strong sense of self.

"Leave...tear apart..."

Samuel could only make out small parts of the meaningless words. The pronunciation was extremely chaotic, sometimes English, sometimes French, followed by a series of trilled 'r' sounds and indistinct gurgling sounds, the language of which he couldn't discern.

The crew of Dolphin 202 felt like they were suffocating.

They had thought they were going to be crushed into fish food by the water pressure and die in the sea, but now that they had been rescued, they could not feel any joy in surviving a disaster—the one who attacked them was a long-tailed monster, and the one who saved them was also a monster.

The monsters could talk, and the sounds coming from their throats were like thunderclaps in their ears. The crew members saw their own pained and distorted expressions in each other's eyes.

You can't expect the crew, with their extremely poor visibility, to calmly discern whether the current situation is an angel's rescue or simply a disagreement between two sea monsters over food distribution. Dolphin 202 surfaced while attempting to restore communication.

"Hey! It's coming!" someone shouted.

"Watertight compartment number three is breached! Did we hit something?" Someone asked, their face pale.

The sound of an eggshell shattering, metal twisting and tearing in the surging torrent of seawater. The Dolphin 202 had more than one watertight compartment; such damage wouldn't cripple it, but it prevented it from surfacing quickly.

"We didn't hit anything!" the helmsman shouted. "The monster attacked us!"

A flash of azure lightning streaked across the porthole.

How can there be lightning in the sea?

The crew members held their breath in unison—light streamed in through the portholes from 1500 meters below the surface. The flashes of lightning, the sounds of water and thunder from all directions gave them the illusion that they were high in the sky above rain clouds.

"Tear you apart!" The voice roared like thunder, and its owner swirled his long tail in the black water, brandishing his sharp spikes.

Its tail tip, resembling a gun blade, cuts through the seawater.

It spewed plasma from its mouth, and layers of fine lightning coiled around it like armor. It roared wildly, its glaring blue eyes as chaotic as the sky before a storm.

One by one, the sensors returned to zero, the severely excessive charge overwhelming Dolphin 202. The communications officer knew he couldn't restore the signal on his own, and in frustration, he slammed his fist against the bulkhead. The moment he touched the bulkhead, a tingling sensation ran through his fingertips.

"Ah..." He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. A crack appeared in the porthole, "crackling," he could almost hear the outer glass groaning under the strain.

Without that layer of glass, all that would protect them was a shell. It wouldn't last long either; the pressure of the deep sea would crush them all, ribs piercing their lungs and hearts. They wouldn't feel the pain, because everything would happen in an instant.

"Watertight compartment number four is leaking too!"

"The depth gauge is malfunctioning! We're sinking! The control valves aren't responding either!"

"Can't you use your hands if the machine is broken?! Yuji! Come down with me! We...we'll shut down the reactor."

The consensus among the crew of the deep-sea submersible was to shut down the dangerous reactor before it sank to avoid future troubles.

When death truly arrives, people are often speechless.

The crew members who witnessed the shattered porthole could only breathe rapidly, relying on the muscle memory developed over years of training to assess the extent of the damage and take appropriate measures. In their minds, however, the blue sky outside, and under that blue sky, the Meguro River, covered with flower petals, kept replaying in their minds.

"Let's go." A strange voice descended from the sky.

The crew member's scattered gaze refocused. He looked up and saw a warm golden current seeping into every crack in the porthole and the metal shell that was bearing the weight of the metal.

The charge was driven away, the thunderous light faded, the tingling sensation disappeared, and a warm current gently and undeniably enveloped them. The crew members were surprised to find that the electronic sensors gradually recovered from their malfunctions.

"Its energy counters mine, it has broken through my defenses, and Unit 202 needs to be reported for repair," the voice continued.

The crew member only half understood what was being said. He subconsciously looked out the porthole and saw a colossal creature hovering amidst the thunder, its golden eyes shining like the sun. It had wrapped its long tail around Dolphin 202, and another long tail, identical to Dolphin 202's, had been used by its owner as a sharp blade to pierce through the watertight compartment of Dolphin 202.

"Monster!" the crew member thought to himself. But he didn't know if he should shout it out loud. Would a monster... speak to him so rationally?

……

A traveler in a trench coat stands on the white sand shore, unknown radio waves emanating from the instrument in his hand, flying towards the distant other side of the ocean.

In Buenos Aires, before the flames and storms reached the area, crowds had already gathered on the beach, gazing at the distant "chimneys."

The "chimneys" of the Earth, spewing from the depths of the mantle, connect the earth and the sky.

It was accompanied by massive amounts of smoke and dust, the magma heating the air, and the sudden burst of strong convection made the thunder more active than ever before—and there was a shadow, slowly spreading its wings, merging into the thick black smoke.

"Our 'lamb' has been born."

At a port 11300 kilometers from Buenos Aires, a man in a wool coat stared expressionlessly at the distant crimson sunset—his tone remained relaxed, but his attitude had clearly become serious.

“McGee sent a message that it was observed, that it was born intact and hatched safely, and that it is now eager to embrace the world,” the wool coat said. “Its companions must have already brought quite a surprise to the tomb keepers.”

"McGee isn't...you mean another 'McGee'?" The man in the rolled-up hat had been stunned by surprise so many times today that he felt numb from the inside out. He forced a smile, "Ah, you not only embezzled public funds, but you also concealed the 'Lamb's' hatchery, secretly..."

“They secretly established the incubator on South George Island, using its endless heat, bones, and blood to cultivate the most suitable products,” the wool coat added.

Yu Aiba's investigation revealed a large number of corpses piled up in the underground passages, and most of them had disappeared. TPC speculated that they might have been used by aliens for human experimentation, which matched the behavior of the alien beast breeding base discovered in the Lion's Nose Tree Sea.

But in reality, the actual "materials" were never transported out of South George Island. The alien creatures crave vibrant negative emotions, and South George Island is their paradise.

Just as a hatchling's first meal is often its own eggshell, it destroyed the prison built by the Kirieloids over many years at the moment of its birth, swallowed the stationed observation team members, and set its sights on the TPC transport ship carrying the rescued people—or rather, the infected aliens.

The infected on the ship instinctively sensed the danger—from South George Island, from the arriving "accompanying beings," and from Samuel.

Being stared at by one lion is terrifying, being stared at by two lions is probably utterly devastating, but being stared at by three lions... perhaps some people will calm down and light one last cigarette.

The infected on the transport ship were like that; having survived the prison on South George Island, they weren't exactly normal people to begin with, so they lit a "firework." Yang Tai saw the convoy on fire on the TPC-β; it was this "firework"—the anxiety and impending crisis led them to make the most "rational" choice, just like on South George Island, making the most of the resources they could see.

Arm yourself with resources.

No one had ever taught the crew of a transport ship how to subdue a rioting infected alien creatures. Fortunately, the equipment in the development center was sturdy and reliable, and only a few unexpected individuals escaped and were storming the captain's cabin.

"How should I know what's going on! They suddenly went crazy halfway through the journey!" The captain was trapped in his room, holding the phone in his hand—he didn't even glance at the door. With its thickened steel, unless the infected were monsters capable of tearing apart ship cannons with their bare hands, they wouldn't be able to get in even by nightfall. He could only hope that the crew members who were arresting them outside wouldn't get hurt.

"Clues? What clues are you asking about? They're spouting gibberish, I can't understand a word!" the captain said. "We need to get the European branch to send warships. To ensure the safety of the ship, I have to seal off the boiler room first, otherwise if they break in, the consequences will be dire... uh."

"Hello? Hello!" came a call from the other end of the phone, but the captain could no longer hear it.

His gaze finally settled on the door. The metal door, reinforced with thick steel, was designed for areas with poor security. It could withstand frontal bombardment without a problem, and it was also capable of turning the captain's cabin into a sealed air chamber in the event of the ship capsizing and sinking.

The door was gently slit open like a piece of paper, with a pair of sharp claws.

He watched in horror as the safest door on the entire ship was slowly sliced ​​apart, the metal edges curling up and helplessly held in the palm of those claws, finally being twisted off like putty, "whoosh"—the metal block fell from the ship.

The owner of the claws walked in, his bent leg bones scratching the priceless floorboards with a sharp, piercing sound.

"I can't die here," the captain heard the other person mutter to himself.

This time he understood; the other party seemed to be able to communicate. A glimmer of hope arose in the captain's heart: "Uh, you... hijacked, no, where do you need the transport ship to go?"

When you're at a disadvantage, it's always good to listen to the other party's demands. Maybe these people just don't want to be locked in a cage again, the captain thought.

The other person did not answer, but stopped talking to himself and stared at him intently, scanning him up and down, making the captain's spine tingle.

“I need you.” The other licked its paw.

"Do you need my help?" the captain said. "I can put in a good word for you, but at least let me get the ship moving."

"You promised."

"I agree..." The captain had just nodded when his head fell off, his features still showing a bewildered expression.

Hot blood splattered out, and the infected man, who had been somewhat sluggish when speaking, immediately displayed extraordinary agility. He snapped the spine of the corpse in front of him and hammered his claws into the still-living internal organs.

Arm yourself with every available resource. For alien beasts, flesh soaked in fear is the best armor.

A group of monsters were kept in captivity on South George Island. When the escape route proved to be a failure, and a group of ambitious people froze to death in the snow on the ridge leading to Whaling Bay, the desperate people turned their gaze to the source of their fear.

An embryo deep underground.

And so began another harrowing struggle for survival. They nearly succeeded, tearing apart the alien beast's womb with the bodies of the infected, like ants killing a weakened elephant. Until the Kirieloids noticed their actions and blocked the end of the tunnel.

What Aiba Yu discovered were the remnants of that battle. His feeling was correct: the owners of those corpses had not died when they reached the final destination—they were alive and more active than ever before, brandishing all the sharpened weapons they could get their hands on, charging towards the lair that had given birth to the alien beasts.

In the years that followed, more and more corpses were slowly collected and gathered, and put into the nest to become nourishment for its growth.

Ultimately, those who remained after several failures turned their attention to their own kind.

This is a human-made selection process, but the end of evolution is not freedom.

"The transport team has been across the equator for four hours and should have reached the Tropic of Cancer."

Joint command post.

The information department was overwhelmed by one unexpected event after another, and at this moment it was like firewood being roasted in a fire.

The good news is that the battle in the North Pacific is progressing smoothly. The GUTS team was not knocked into the sea by the mechanical civilization's robots, and land-based support has locked onto the "island" in outer space. The launch is now in its countdown phase.

The bad news is that in the Atlantic Ocean, a transport ship that was supposed to be far from the center of the whirlpool caught fire and stopped operating, and the escorting ships, including the Dolphin 202, all lost contact. The air force claimed to have observed a huge creature in the sea.

Things always turn out unexpectedly. The victorious team, which was expected to face a tough battle in the plan, made the fastest progress, while the transport team, which everyone thought could "smuggle" across, was intercepted halfway by an unknown force.