Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

That fellow being should be very far away, so far that Tsukishiro Ayase could picture a deep blue sea meeting the sky in her mind, yet she could definitely sense him; perhaps all the infected people in the world could sense him.

“This is much more effective than the Kirieloids’ painstaking efforts to spread their doctrines,” her mind became sluggish, and her thoughts became increasingly absurd: “Just turn everyone into alien beasts, then raise your arms and call them to action, and you won’t need to do so much trouble. If the Kirieloid gods come to kill, then whoever has the bigger fist will be in charge.”

That's what she thought, but ultimately she didn't want to go.

Beelzebub is probably very powerful; he might even be able to cause the god Kirieloid to crash and burn in a ditch. But if she follows her instincts and runs off to the vast ocean, only Beelzebub will return, and there will be no more Tsurugi.

Tsune Ayase joined the "New Humans" project, even at the cost of using herself as a test subject. Naturally, she looked forward to the future the old man described, a future where everyone had to take them seriously and no one treated them like colonies in a petri dish anymore.

What does Beelzebub's driving away of the aliens have to do with Earthlings?

This is also why they don't like the Titans. When it comes to the TPC—or rather, the TPC that is always perceived as relying on the Titans to solve problems—they feel more disappointed and frustrated than rejecting it.

However, this feeling of disappointment and frustration will soon come to an end.

Samuel wouldn't just randomly go and work for any organization.

He is not particular about where he lives, nor does he have a strong appetite, so he is not short of money and therefore does not need to work to make a living.

Samuel went to see Director Sawai not because of his personal charm—someone who can persuade countries to form TPC is certainly very charming, but he valued Samuel's achievements more.

He had seen worlds fall apart due to powerful external temptations, worlds concealed the truth due to powerful external intervention, and worlds that foresaw external intervention and triggered the Voice of the Stars... But a world that spontaneously formed an alliance of all mankind despite external intervention and temptations and without the support of the planet's will is extremely rare.

This was at least the only one he had ever seen.

Alien beasts only bring disaster, a fact he understood when he crouched in his hideout, gun in hand, counting the stars he had carved. Aliens can be good or bad, but those as good as the Land of Light are truly rare among rare animals.

This planet is inhabited by monsters, alien beasts, and malevolent aliens. The land that should have been the Land of Light in the distant depths of space has been replaced by meteorites and turbulence. Under these circumstances, the TPC was formed, and in the meantime, humans are seeking self-preservation in hidden places. Isn't this something that makes people... feel incredibly happy?

Such an organization must contain a wide variety of people, including top geniuses, hardworking talents, idealists, and pragmatists—regardless of their philosophy of life, they must all agree with the core principles of TPC.

Nothing is more inspiring than the idea of ​​"human solidarity".

Such an inspiring organization will naturally not always leave onlookers feeling frustrated and disappointed.

The Far East Headquarters Base will soon become the hottest place in the world.

Mechanical civilization, as a touchstone, can immediately reveal the true quality of this gold.

In the North Pacific, the sea breeze carries the first sounds from afar.

Through the scorching steam and lightning, Samuel heard a joyful and longing call, like that of a prodigal son returning home.

Such a loving voice always warms the heart, but he felt his blood growing colder and colder.

Beneath the crimson sky were countless black shadows: alien beasts that were a fusion of birds, alien beasts with bat wings, and some strange creatures that you couldn't understand how they could run or fly.

In short, they came, and neither the steep mountains nor the vast sea could stop them.

They open the clearest eyes in the world, the purest eyes their hosts never had in their lives, calling out in hoarse, high-pitched, or low voices.

Nothing could make them happier than seeing two of their own kind, especially since there were two of them here.

Chapter 203 Struggle (10,000 words)

Alien beast.

"Newborn" alien beasts.

It's difficult to describe them with subjective terms like "evil" or "ruthless." Just as lions always eat raw meat, the first meal of a newly born alien beast is always the creature closest to it, so that it can obtain enough energy.

The alien beast factor took over the host's body, just like a parasite taking over a snail's head.

Parasites burrow into the eyestalks of snails, their brightly colored bodies contracting and expanding in an attempt to attract the attention of birds so they can be swallowed quickly and begin a new cycle of reincarnation. Alien beasts command their hosts' bodies, swallowing the bones of relatives and drinking the blood of friends, emitting cries as pure as those of infants.

They are singing.

Blue particles filled the air as the alien beasts celebrated the birth of Beelzebub.

—That's absolutely terrible.

The bloodline connection told Samuel their origin:

This universe has not yet been touched by Dark Lucifer, nor has it ever seen Noah or Zagi. Therefore, the only beings who could connect them with the alien beast factor are visitors from another world 30 million years ago.

He fell to earth like a comet, and was observed by Soruka, who accompanied the human beings on their migration.

His blood once caused a "plague" in Hoshimi Village, which was an infection caused by alien beast factors.

He followed Solka to R'lyeh, and even though Paradya tried her best to spread the word, almost to the point of hanging a banner on his head that said "He's a good monster," few people dared to approach him—except for Tiga and Geedi, the former who feared no one and the latter who feared no one.

What kind of apocalypse would it be if the alien beast factor spread out of control all over the world, just like it did on the last Earth? So the "great monster" at the time always wanted to find a deserted place to squat. Solka and Paradia persuaded him to stay, but later the two left one after the other. The one who wanted to leave the most did not leave.

"Thanks" to the efforts of aliens and even some Earthlings over the years, the alien beasts have crossed mountains and seas to come.

There couldn't be anything worse than this.

Back then, he fought his way to the "Nest of the Primordial," dragging the mother body hidden under the icy sea out like a dead fish to bask in the sun, just like a hero breaking into the demon king's castle. The moment his sword pierced the demon king's heart, the clouds parted and the sky cleared.

Now—in a practical sense—he himself is that damned demon king.

He looked ahead, and there, the "lambs" bred by the Kirielod people were spreading their wings.

The swarming, locust-like alien beasts split into two groups, because there were two dazzling enough of their kind here that could give birth to two Beelzebub, or... they could fight to their hearts' content until the strongest one was chosen.

……

"This is quite a scene, but when will they actually start fighting?"

One person had already left the cottage in Vladivostok, leaving "Father" wrapped in a coat, curled up on a small sofa watching television.

Television stations around the world are in complete chaos. TPC's operations, mechanical civilization, alien beasts, and unknown creatures in the Pacific Ocean—any one of these could spark a huge discussion. Now, all of them are piled up together, pounding the station director's head on the ground. Only the channels that remain unmoved and broadcast cartoons can offer a moment of peace.

"The celebration can only begin after the fighting is over," the "father" muttered to himself, as Tom on the television forced Jerry back to his little nest.

“I don’t think we should wait until they’ve decided to win,” came the untimely voice from the abandoned communicator. “The chances of both sides being badly hurt are also good.”

Tom waited at the entrance of the hole for the "mouse" to come to him, while Jerry poked his head out from another hole and aimed at the tail that was swaying behind it.

"In Earthlings' religious legends, the 'lamb' is a gift offered to Satan," the "father" said hastily, sounding somewhat impatient. "Regardless of whether our super 'lamb' or the tomb keeper wins, only 'Satan' will be born. That's when humanity needs God the most. I don't know if you can understand this, but I've explained it countless times!"

Tom yelled and ran around several rooms, accidentally knocking over the long bench under his master's feet.

"I know about Earthlings' religious legends, but I don't understand why you would connect Earthlings' belief in some kind of God with our God," the voice in the communicator said. "You would connect a black hole with a dog hole? That's blasphemy against our God!"

The angry owner confiscated Tom's milk.

“I have been on Earth for hundreds of years, and my footprints can be found in every stronghold in the world,” Father said, sitting up and coldly. “When I first told humans that they were ‘the god Kirieloid,’ few people were interested. But when I changed my tune and said that they were ‘the gods of aliens,’ countless people were willing to listen. That’s called ‘localization.’ I know you look down on Earthlings, but since our god has pointed us here, we must expand his territory.”

"Wow, the way you expand your territory is by mixing our gods with mud. When the god Kirieloid descends, you'd better claim all the credit and not spill your brains on my shoes," the voice on the other end said.

Tom lay down in front of the fireplace, while Jerry peered at the wall by the hole, watching its long shadow stretch by the fireplace.

"We both look forward to the arrival of the god Kirieloid," the father said, too lazy to argue further. "Is the Vatican church ready yet?"

The cat-and-mouse chase has temporarily ended, and the "father" slaps his thigh in anger at the advertisement that cuts in.

The voice on the other end scoffed, "Of course."

Vladivostok sank into the shadows of night, while the Vatican basked in the sunlight.

This city seems to be truly protected by the gods. War has been far from her for many years, and alien spaceships have never appeared. While the surrounding countries and towns are shrouded in the shadow of alien beasts, white doves still fly by in the streets of Vatican City.

Thanks to the generous donation from a certain wealthy businessman, the church is slowly shedding its years of dust under the careful care of the cleaners, while the "overseer" sent by the businessman is sunbathing in a coffee shop on another street.

The foreman who consciously disappeared from the work site—how insightful he was into human nature!

The slacking supervisor, who had been praised by everyone, put down the stirring spoon and said, "I know you've been on Earth for hundreds of years, and I've never questioned our research level, but I still have to remind you: the tomb keeper 'suddenly' woke up, turning from a stone statue into a living being... That was the seabed of the South Pacific Ocean, and no human with ultra-ancient genes would have visited his tomb. Even now, even if you analyze his cells more thoroughly than he himself understands them, you still can't explain how he woke up."

"Understanding and application go hand in hand. We haven't fully analyzed the power of the giants yet. Perhaps the tomb keeper was awakened by Soruka's power, but so what? Even if we went back to the age of giants thirty million years ago, our gods wouldn't lose," the "father" said.

"Or do you believe that God cannot defeat 'Satan'?"

“I wouldn’t dare,” the foreman touched the scalding rim of the cup and withdrew his hand, saying, “I just don’t like you causing us trouble. God may not care, or may be unhappy. Just don’t let your brains splatter on my shoes when you die.”

"God embraces his people," the "Father" said dismissively of his curse. "Besides, there is more than one 'Satan' in human legends, but there is only one God who saves the world. The faith of six billion people is enough to turn mortals into gods. Moreover, our God is far beyond what ordinary people can achieve. In the legends of Earthlings, Odin and his Valkyries prepare for the Battle of Twilight, but in our legends, God never goes to Twilight."

……

"Shinjo, don't you think this looks like Ragnarok? The Valkyries have plundered the souls of countless warriors and stuffed them into Valhalla, but the world is still going to be destroyed." Shinjo's helmet, replacing his head, had a deep conversation with the center console, and Horii's voice came out indistinctly from inside.

Regardless of the experience of those involved, the Flying Swallow No. 1 did indeed land on a reef for a long time.

With his arms swollen high, making his combat uniform bulge, Xincheng waited anxiously for the rescue ship to call for help.

He was stuck in the driver's seat, the dented metal gripping his legs tightly. He couldn't see what was happening in the back seat, nor could he climb out. He could only stretch his neck like a duck, trying to check if Daigo had passed out in the back seat.

minutes ago.

He and Daigo piloted it and the mechanical civilization's giant robot from the sea to the exosphere. Several close calls with death gradually numbed Shinjo's heart. The extreme pressure left his hands and feet with only the muscle reactions accumulated from years of training, and his mind seemed to have shut down other functions, leaving only the ability to receive and process instructions.

"The base needs three more minutes to complete preparations," the captain said.

The giant robot chased after the tail of the Flying Swallow No. 1, making a right angle, and shot into the sky from the sea.

"Okay, then let's stall it for three minutes."

Xincheng was holding his breath, as cone-shaped clouds swirled around the wings, making the cockpit dim.

“Pay attention to the assistance information from Delta Space Station and Carlo Base,” Nori told him. “I’ll remind you.”

Actually, without Ye Rui's reminder, Captain Gale's voice had already come in: "Hello, headquarters is very busy. The behavior analysis and trajectory calculation of that big guy behind you are being taken over by Carlo Base. The people from Delta have prepared some 'gifts,' please check the coordinates."

Following the attack by the Desis aliens, Delta Space Station strengthened its defenses in low Earth orbit, which unexpectedly proved useful very quickly.

The two piloted the Flying Swallow 1, adjusting its course. The Auguma possessed immense power and formidable defense; long-range artillery fire from the space station and satellite defense network, due to distance attenuation, only grazed it, producing sparks. The only good news was that its maneuverability was inferior to the Flying Swallow 1; as long as the pilot's health permitted, stalling for a little time shouldn't be a problem.