Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Just as the life on that planet was looking at them strangely, the weapons on the spaceship released streams of intense light.

The Yabo people's "conquest" was always very particular; it was neither about aggression nor destruction, but about collecting the purest negative emotions possible, while also seeking high-quality experimental materials.

Therefore, those streams of light did not cut into the most densely populated areas of life, but instead circled around their city in several circles.

The ground, which melts instantly and then slowly cools, has created a no-go zone for life on this planet.

When they were too scared to run out, the "torture" began.

Destroy the most revered spiritual pillars of life on this planet—such as iconic landmarks or buildings—or simply vaporize them with a burst of light, leaving half a corpse intact.

Find those creatures with a rebellious spirit, and then torture and kill them one by one.

Young lives are best spared, because it is easier to instill fear in them.

Then, those corpses are put to good use; their blood is collected and used to taint their rivers and land. For the gruesome deaths of one's own kind are most likely to bring terror.

It would be best if there were another rainstorm mixed with blood and body parts.

And so, under the dark clouds and blood rain, the planet's native inhabitants let out a mournful wail.

None of them knew what had happened. One moment they might have been living and working peacefully as usual, worrying about what to eat tomorrow, or annoyed by their troublesome children. In this emerging civilization, everything seemed so stable and serene.

The next moment, the Yapools arrived, and everything changed.

Terror and death easily tore apart all the beautiful things on this planet. The survivors could only helplessly stay under the ruins, smelling the blood of their fellow human beings, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, and praying that the light that heralded destruction would not fall on them in the next moment.

Next, the most exciting part of the script that Fangte had envisioned was about to begin.

A ray of light pierced through the dark clouds.

What appeared in that light were creatures never before seen by the native inhabitants of this planet.

He had a tall and powerful body, and his silver armor shone with a chilling light. He easily broke through the dark clouds, and a pillar of light descended to the ground, becoming the only bright spot in this gloomy world.

It was as if the Holy Son had descended upon hell, and countless souls suffering in filth were finally redeemed.

He lowered his head, looking at the ravaged world with a pair of warm, milky-white eyes.

He waved his hand, drawing a silver halo that caused the dark clouds to disappear as if melting snow.

The disheveled people, covered in blood and dust, opened their mouths.

The Holy Son swung his sword, severing the demon's wings, which then pressed down upon the people.

The darkness was shattered, and light seeped in through the crack, which grew larger and the light grew stronger.

The gloomy world was reborn, light returned to the earth, and even the smell of blood in the air faded considerably.

After a brief moment of disbelief, the indigenous people let out joyful shouts of relief at their miraculous survival.

They looked up expectantly as the radiant being slowly descended.

[Fos-001, execute command.]

The Indigenous people looked up to the figure of light who stretched out his arm.

He just used this hand to dispel the dark clouds, what will he dispel this time? Those spaceships that bring disaster?

A strong light gathered on that silver arm.

He flicked it downwards, and the light stretched into a whip shape.

Whips were lashed and brutally struck their city.

"boom--!"

"Hahahaha! That's it!" Fang Te practically glued himself to the giant monitor screen: "My perfect work!"

The screen captured the momentary bewilderment on the faces of the planet's native inhabitants in exquisite detail.

The surveillance footage had no sound, but it was enough to convey a lot.

Estend stared blankly at all of this, at everything he had brought about in a sense.

Are they crying?

Beneath the collapsed building, someone is grasping a pair of hands reaching out from the rubble.

Are they angry?

The area touched by the whip was still burning. Someone ran inside, looking around as if searching for something. He knelt on the ground, pounding his fists against it. It was still very hot there, and his limbs were burned raw and bloody.

Are they in pain?

Inside the flames, someone was struggling; in places that were fortunate enough to escape the fire, someone was shouting something with their mouth wide open and their face contorted in a ferocious expression.

There is also sorrow.

It was as if the old man was saying goodbye to his descendants, his face on his deathbed overlapping with the expression of his grandmother from a distant memory.

That whip mark is the ugliest scar on the city, and it will forever remain in the hearts of the survivors.

Estend barely managed to turn his eyes and look at his teacher, Fangte.

After all, he was still an intern, far inferior to his teachers. At least... he couldn't show such excitement in the face of such a scene.

He was involved in the teacher's research on weapons.

He simply followed his teacher's instructions, constantly improving the weapon to make it more powerful, more energy efficient, and faster to prepare. It was like playing a data game; his entire job was to make the panel data look better.

He had the concept that weapons could end life, but he didn't understand how important that concept was—in the Yapool people's minds, creatures from other, less advanced civilizations were not considered "life."

Even the deaths of his parents were not incomprehensible to him—in the words of his grandfather Gurudas, this was the fate that a "deserter" deserved.

Now he seems to know.

It's perfectly normal for parents to become "deserters" if they see the same kind of scene.

It turns out that even the "insects" of a backward civilization can cry... Their joys and sorrows are no different from those of the Yabo people, otherwise what is struggling in this scene?

"I prefer seeing all kinds of life to that kind of grandeur." These were the words my mother said on her last breath.

"Ed, you must take good care of these seeds; they are life forms from outer space." Each time his observation trip ended, his parents would bring him a bag of plant seeds.

"So, Ed, aren't they beautiful?" Little Eistend successfully nurtured the seeds.

【nice!】

The tiny seed had long been carefully planted in his heart by his parents, waiting only for an opportunity to sprout and grow into a towering tree.

He then looked at the monitor screen, where Fos-001 was hovering in the air. Its body, formed from radiance, seemed unaffected, still maintaining its divine appearance, surrounded by radiant light, quietly looking down at the city that had once again fallen into chaos.

The charred flowers huddled beneath the pile of rubble.

Estend tried to open his mouth to say something, but his cheeks seemed to have lost all feeling, stiff as a charred corpse in a picture.

"You will get used to it."

Estend mechanically turned his head; it was Omarment.

Omarment patted him on the shoulder reassuringly and said in a relaxed and calm tone, "There aren't many planets with civilization. Continue with our mission until the plan is completed. We will only encounter one more planet like this."

Only one more?

"Fos-001, you've done a great job. As a 'guide,' you've passed the test, and your teacher will reward you."

No, this shouldn't be the case. He should be overjoyed at the merits he's about to receive, but what's with this pain?

“Perhaps our gains will be much greater than expected. By the way, let me tell you a little trick,” Omarment winked at him, “our surveillance cameras have no sound because they’re too far away, but if you use a power amplifier to receive the sound and then filter out the noise, you can still hear it, although the quality will be very poor, but…”

Omarment handed a small device to Estend's ear.

Intermittent, mixed sounds came from inside.

……

You're all crazy.

Chapter Nine: Guardians of the Planet

The "Holy Son" appeared pure and awe-inspiring, with scattered golden light particles forming his wings, as if all the light had converged upon him.

There, one cannot help but feel a deep sense of trust.

However, the "Holy Son" and the "Demon" are in cahoots.

"Mommy, where is Daddy? Will he come back?" The little girl hugged her mother tightly in fear—just moments ago she had run out of her mother's arms and waved to the giant of light.

The mother leaned against the ruins, carefully concealing her bloodied and mangled back. She gently stroked the little girl's head, as if she could never get enough of it.

“We… will probably see him soon,” the mother said, feeling a chill creeping over her.

The little girl nodded blankly, not understanding what her mother meant.

She looked up at the giant of light again, and saw the silver figure pause slightly, then suddenly disappear, leaving only a phantom of light and shadow in place, which quickly faded and dissipated.

"He's gone?" The little girl blinked in confusion.

[Fos-001, a native monster has been discovered to your southeast at coordinates 35, 71, 314. Deal with it immediately, alive.]

Fos-001 flew across half the planet. Unlike the city before, this indigenous city was protected by a light shield. Fos-001 stopped and looked at the top of the light shield, which was almost level with him.

It was a monster with two pairs of wings, resembling a bird in appearance, but its feathers were not bright and beautiful; instead, they had a steely, bluish-black hue. Thick, horny armor covered its chest, abdomen, and other vital areas. It possessed a pair of ferocious hooked claws, and three rows of hard, bony spikes lined its head, their tips gleaming with a dark red light, converging at its beak. It stared at him with enormous, ruby-like eyes, opened its mouth, and let out a roar, revealing two rows of finely packed, sharp teeth.

The Yapool ships dispersed far apart to destroy areas beyond the monsters' control, leaving the battlefield to the Seventh Research Institute, where the new weapons championed by Fangte were deployed.

Fos-001 was somewhat puzzled because, in terms of appearance, this monster was completely different from him, and its hostility towards him was obvious. However, he felt a slight sense of "I shouldn't hurt it" towards the monster, a feeling that stemmed from a faint sense of familiarity.