Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Without any opening remarks or waiting for anyone's reaction, he suddenly opened his left hand, its massive, cold-glowing claw, and slashed at Mebius's head.

Mebius raised the barrier, and his giant claws slammed into the golden light shield.

"Hey! Yabo people! Who gave you permission to meddle?!" Grozam shouted angrily, looking up at the sky.

"Weren't you the one who was almost cornered just now?" Yapool's voice echoed from all directions, his low chuckle turning into mockery in Grozam's ears. Before Grozam could complain, he continued, "This is just a 'simple' work, Ace... no, it's more appropriate to call it Mebius Killer."

"It couldn't wait to see Mebius. As an excellent monster modification master, I should occasionally fulfill their wishes."

Grozam clicked his tongue in annoyance. Out of pride, he couldn't possibly team up with that "aggregate of resentment" to fight Mebius.

But he couldn't just stand by and watch his own allies fight while he did nothing.

Fortunately, he didn't dwell on this issue for too long.

The annoying voice of that "aggregate of resentment" rang out again:

"Oh? I've found something interesting."

Chapter 82 The End of Frost and Snow

Takakura.

As early spring arrives on the snow-covered ice plains, most of the water surfaces are covered with only a thin layer of ice. Near the battleground, the rising water vapor blurs everything into a hazy silhouette.

In the distance, a "star" appeared in the vast sky.

It was probably a comet, hurtling towards the battlefield through an atmosphere glowing red from its rapid descent.

"Ah—! That's it!"

The patient in the Phoenix Nest, leaning on the IV stand, grinned in front of the screen.

Just moments before impact, the comet seemed to be held back.

The button was pressed, and as if its inertia had vanished, it hung silently in mid-air.

The invisible wind pressure created a ripple on the thawed water surface.

Once the smoke that had been obscuring the main body dissipated, people could finally see the shadow inside.

Its body is silver, its chest is covered with armor, and its forearms are also covered with silver and blue armor with a metallic texture. There is a timer embedded in the edge of the flame, and a striking black pattern around its outside.

"The new Ultraman..." Before Teppei Kuze could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Estend, who suddenly squeezed in.

"Samuel!"

The "fallen Yapools," who mingled with Earthlings, shouted this.

"Eh?"

Aihara Ryu and Kuze Teppei conjured up an image in their minds: a silver-black figure that looked like it had been covered in black paint, with the paintr having let himself go and smeared it haphazardly, resulting in irregular patterns that would drive anyone with OCD crazy.

...If you look at their heads, they are indeed exactly the same.

Did he go somewhere to wash off the black paint?!

and--

"Why does his light flash red the moment he appears?!" Teppei Kuze finally managed to shout out a complete sentence.

“I really want to teach this disobedient work a lesson, but…” The speaker’s location was elusive and hard to discern. The aggregate of resentment said disdainfully, “Mebius Killer is eager to meet its prey. This worthless work is yours, Grozam.”

The Frozen Alien was anything but calm; he was enraged by Yapool's tone: "A mere aggregate of resentment! Who do you think you're talking to?!"

"Ah, sorry." He uttered those three words without any sincerity and then ignored his nominal colleague.

The Yapo turned his attention to the “disobedient work”: “Samuel…is that your name? Enjoy your hard-won freedom before I decide to take you back.”

"By the way, Grozam is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, so be careful he doesn't die."

Grozam, who was called out, was furious. That arrogant guy was implying that he was being looked down upon!

Anyone who wants to help him clean up his "worthless creations" is someone he, a dignified cryogenically frozen being, should...

"boom--!"

"What is this?!" A sudden burst of light exploded before my eyes, and my body was involuntarily pushed backward by the force of the explosion.

The familiar scorching energy... Damn it! As expected of an Ultraman, this is a giant, moving fireball!

The guy with the flashing red light silently unleashed a bursting light blade, water splashing at his feet as he charged toward his target, leaving only a blur in his wake.

Grozam was clearly caught off guard by his surprise attack, and Samuel lacked the chivalrous spirit of "no sneak attack." The enemy had revealed an opening, and only four words occupied his mind:

Chase after victory.

The relentless, storm-like attacks, seizing every opportunity, were relentless, giving the opponent no chance to breathe. Punches, kicks, shoulders, elbows, even the head, coupled with the occasional bursts of light blades thrown out of nowhere, all of this infuriated Grozam, who was now on the defensive.

Didn't they say that Ultraman with a flashing red light is low on energy?

He seems to be in great spirits! He doesn't even care about being affected by the explosive light blades; he dares to throw them at him in close combat!

Fortunately, this "fireball" was obviously not as hot as the previous one, and the cold wind he exhaled successfully covered it with a layer of frost.

"That way your speed will..."

Silver flames spread across his body, and the frost that should have slowed him down vanished instantly.

Grozam's laughter faltered.

"Not much energy left, let's finish this quickly." With that thought, Samuel abandoned his lightsaber and grabbed the shield on Grozam's arm.

What should you do when your enemy starts to fight you?

Grozam opened his mouth with practiced ease, intending to show him what the cryogenic aliens' specialty was.

But his enemies had clearly anticipated this as well, changing their stance from defensive to gripping, imposing a steel clamp on his movements, followed immediately by an ominous flash of light—

From the timer flashing red light rapidly.

Frosty storms are more vulnerable to the light of a timer than snowflakes exposed to the scorching sun.

The torrent of silvery-blue light swept through everything in its path, striking Grozam squarely in the chest.

“Aaaaaa——!”

Even an immortal being could not endure the pain of being melted; as the torrent swept over, half of its body evaporated into nothingness.

Samuel caught his breath, kicked aside the frozen alien who had survived with only four limbs and half a head remaining, and turned to fly towards the aerial battlefield where the hostages were locked in a stalemate.

"Ugh—! I am immortal!"

Incredibly, the head, which had been half evaporated, could still make sounds, and the scattered limbs seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, each positioning itself in the correct place based on the remaining head.

"Underestimating humans will come at a price," Fujisawa Asami finally saw the opportunity she had been waiting for in the Phoenix Nest command center: "Little bunny! Let him see how powerful we are!"

"Yes!" Amagi Kinoshita, who had been piloting the Propulsion at a high level to assist Mebius and Jack, observed Grozam's movements and freed one hand to raise the memory display:

"Go, Mikuras!"

The artificial monster landed precisely next to the still unrepaired rubble of Grozam.

Mikula stood with his tiny hands on what appeared to be non-existent hips, and the horn on his head transformed into a translucent amber shape, crackling with intense lightning that made Grozam feel...

I sensed something ominous.

"Hey, you inferior human creation, you want to..."

"Mikulas, the Thunder Pool!"

Dense lightning wove into a giant net, centered on Mikulas, turning the surrounding area within tens of meters into a raging lightning hell.

Grozam experienced for the first time in a short period of time the sensation of his body being melted one after another.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to experience it a third time.

Before the body fragments could return to their proper place, they were shattered by a series of lightning strikes. The scorching heat then carbonized the almost invisible fragments into ashes. Finally, the ashes tumbled in a net of lightning denser than rain until they were completely consumed.

“Although it will be repaired, your quality is constantly decreasing,” Fujisawa Asami said, arms crossed, the decreasing numbers on the screen confirming her statement: “This is the price, Frozen Alien.”

Chapter 83 Return to the Clear Light

Unlike Asami Sawato, who was watching the performance of the Propulsion, Eistard paid no attention to Grozam; his gaze was fixed on the silver figure.

Samuel?

Fos-001?

Or should he have his own original name?

His burning, surging emotions made him feel like the naive young man who had just left Arantar, so excited he wanted to stand on the table and announce the thrilling news:

He's back!

It is not a light particle biological weapon of the Yapools, nor is it an important asset of the Seventh Research Institute.

Rather, it was that pure and awe-inspiring light from our first meeting!

Although the black markings near the timer indicated that Samuel hadn't completely solved the problem, it was enough for Estender to feel that his efforts hadn't been in vain.

While Samuel was still oblivious to himself, he silently watched countless times from behind the repair bay walls at the "assets" lying quietly in the maintenance fluid inside.

He cannot express his true desires because "assets" are loyal to the one who empowers him.

He was afraid that he would gradually be assimilated by the people around him, so he could only force himself to recall everything he witnessed in Pasifica over and over again.

Faced with the fact that he had participated in the research and helped the twisted life forms of light, he could only utter ambiguous words that Samuel could not understand, such as, "I'm sorry."