Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

He slammed on the gas pedal, but it was already floored.

"His-!"

“Aaaaaaaah!!!”

The driver practically clung to the steering wheel, as if doing so would delay being pierced by the massive beast's teeth.

The light flashed and disappeared.

The driver, with only half his eyes visible behind the steering wheel, was astonished to find that the area around him had suddenly become quiet again.

The roar of the behemoth was gone, leaving only the thunderous roar of the engine spinning wildly.

Nearly a hundred meters from the car, the monster lay sprawled on the street, its head and heart pierced by two lightsabers, thick, foul-smelling blood gushing out.

"It's Samuel!" Marina Kazama exclaimed with delight as she realized that reinforcements had arrived.

"I'll stay here. You go deal with the monsters elsewhere." The giant's milky-white eyes hovered beside the cockpit. Kazama Marina nodded, and the fighter jet turned and flew towards another location that had issued a warning.

The scene is just like it was many years ago.

Beneath my feet lies a human city, and above me, a dark, sunless sky.

The monster's scales crackled and snapped, and the silver giant became the only bright spot in the gloomy world.

The giant raised his hand, and swirling light fragments gathered, capturing the sword in his palm and drawing the arc of a crescent moon.

A crescent-shaped blade of light sliced ​​through the air and pierced through the lingering smoke. Two monsters that were pouncing down were forced to stop by the blade of light and flapped their wings to avoid it.

Those were two things that resembled beetles and bees.

"Long time no see. After I've taken you apart and put you back in the furnace so many times, you should have forgotten about me by now." Samuel chuckled softly, quickly and expertly approaching.

With one hand, he instantly cast a light shield to block the electric current, and with the other hand, he spun around and swung his sword, shattering the shield as well!

"Awooo—" "Sizzle, boom—!"

The bee monster's antennae were severed, and the remaining parts exploded on its head. Samuel turned and pressed the beetle's head down, the flames erupting from his palm causing it to howl in fury.

"This time, forget about starting over!"

Flames spread, and taking advantage of the monster's momentary pause in pain, Samuel gripped his sword in reverse and unleashed an even more ferocious close-range slash, shattering half of its head.

As expected, the monster did not die. Instead, like the mechanical creations modified by the Fourth Research Institute, the remaining torso and limbs attempted to escape.

Samuel raised his hand, and the instantaneous Palerity Light Stream ended its endless cycle of "modification - combat - damage - recycling - remodification".

The airspace was briefly cleared.

The light from the area limiter shone in, and the rift slowly closed. Several dark figures that had not yet emerged were blocked inside by the tough membrane, and the giant claws struggled to carve out blinding sparks on the membrane.

The two monsters that managed to escape the obstacle were met with a merciless barrage of exploding light blades, which roared and delivered their final death knell.

With the time advantage gained from ground troop support, Samuel was able to calmly process the Fourth Research Institute's "products" in batches.

The light flickered through the thickened windows of the shelter.

Because of the terrifying noises coming from the outside world, people gathered in silence, gazing at the world outside the small window.

Each time a silver streak of light passed by, the sounds of the monsters outside would lessen.

So some people started to boldly step forward.

The child took off his shoes and stepped on his father's shoulders: "Lift me up higher, Dad!" His little head peeked out of the window, and the giant's figure came into view.

"You're only allowed to look once, it's too dangerous." The father hugged his child's leg, trying to call him down.

"Rumble--"

The giant moved incredibly fast, and the child watched intently. As soon as the light blade was thrown, the giant immediately followed and, before the aftershocks of the explosion had dissipated, chased after the monster and delivered a heavy blow.

The guy who was just baring his teeth and claws was slammed into the ground by that dull thud, sending dust billowing up several stories high.

The child gently stomped his foot: "No, Daddy! Let me see it one more time, just one more time!"

The father shook his head and could only hold on tighter to prevent the child from falling.

Samuel followed up with another lightsaber, pinning the monster to the spot where he had just been standing. He immediately retreated, and a beam of light from another monster struck the spot where he had just been standing.

The mural burst into flames.

Samuel's style was to retaliate, and the crystal ray from his forehead pierced the wings of the fire-spitting creature, causing the monster to plummet several meters.

As it flapped its wings and struggled to climb, the light of the Silver Shark Cannon arrived as expected.

In another dimension, the Fourth Research Institute's ships were monitoring the battlefield in real time.

The director stood with his hands behind his back, staring expressionlessly at the surveillance footage of Samuel's location. Once the area was cleared again, he let out a cold laugh.

"How many times has that old bastard Fangte's work gone out of control? Does he really think I have no temper?" He turned to his subordinates and roared, "Put Glomez down!"

“But this was originally intended to deal with the other Ultra Warriors…” The subordinate flipped through the plan: “Runatix will hold off Mebius, Gomoku…”

"With Ra facing off against Ultraman, Impreza surrounding Jack, and Gromes as the final trump card, the matter should be settled when they make their move—the other Ultra Warriors are still in good condition right now, so if they were deployed earlier..."

"If we don't deploy them early, do you want our monster army to be completely destroyed by that out-of-control thing again?!"

The director of the Fourth Research Institute delegated his authority to his subordinate, ordering him to quickly activate the weapons: "The Seventh Research Institute only has Impreza left that's somewhat useful, and he's really dragging us down. I even worked to develop the interstellar detection system to help them! Go back and break off cooperation with that old bastard Fang Te, and go talk to the First Research Institute about developing super beasts!"

Chapter Ninety-Four: Let Us Be Free

Glomas, a specialty of the Dark Universe, is a synthetic material favored by the Yapools. It is similar to the raw material scraps behind every excellent Super Beast, the hardworking logistics personnel behind every successful research institute, and the eternally silent background.

It is stable in nature, obedient and well-behaved. It does nothing but sleep and eat. As long as it is given enough energy, there is no need to worry about it getting angry. The materials are very easy to obtain.

It has a high compatibility with dark energy, is not clumsy in its movements, can use light, has teeth, claws and armor. Except for its eyes being slightly blind due to living in the dark for a long time, it can be described as "balanced" in other aspects, and its material utilization rate is quite high.

The Fourth Research Institute has taken a unique approach; who says synthetic materials have no future?

Blind? Runadic's eyes are pretty good! They can use a pair of long ones, and even fire them out like cannonballs to scare the opponent's eyeballs out.

A well-rounded but mediocre team? With such a stable framework, if any monster excels in a certain area, just dismantle it and use it on Gnomes! Just solve the compatibility issues of the parts!

The headquarters was practically beating the Fourth Research Institute director to a pulp, ordering him to stop wasting resources, but no one in the Fourth Research Institute thought they were wasting raw materials. What smooth and beautiful scales! What breathtaking claw blades!

The best is the natural one!

If possible, they would like to obtain the coral-shaped launch tube from Belauchen for research, but the people at the Second Research Institute flatly refused, which was quite regrettable.

The Second Research Institute, which had rejected them, was now in disgrace, while the Fourth Research Institute, though filled with regret, also felt a sense of relief.

The Glumeth, filled with the expectations of the Yapools, broke through the area limiter's blockade, tearing apart the spatial barrier with the tail grafted from Kerubim. Accompanied by a teeth-grinding "crunch," the monster opened its mouth and exhaled a breath mixed with poison.

Samuel knew every part of it well—the Apollonians had ordered him to fight far and wide to search for a large number of living experimental subjects.

Now those materials are before my eyes.

There are ferocious monsters from cosmic civilizations, and there are also cowardly creatures hiding in their own dens, oblivious to the world. But no matter what they were like when they were alive, they have all become a part of Glormesh.

Samuel felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling of pent-up frustration.

A monster with outstretched bone wings descended.

The evils once committed by "Samuel" as a weapon have descended upon us.

Those bone wings were part of a native monster on the planet Disria. When Samuel took them away, the natives were fleeing from the Yapools' ships.

Those sharp claws were the most important means of survival for the remaining creatures on Yiru Star. "Bring them all back from their nests," Fang Te ordered, and so only a few sandstorms remained on Yiru Star.

Samuel hovered above the centers of the shelter and the Silver Shark Cannon position to protect these vital locations.

He watched silently with a strange look as the enormous monster bared its fangs and roared, its roar carrying unknown sound waves that spread outwards.

That was the vocal organ of the divine bird on the planet Gran. The natives were proud of its melodious singing voice. Now it has been modified to connect to the poison sac, and its voice has become hoarse and unpleasant.

Gulomes saw Samuel.

The sky was fragmented and gloomy, even the wind seemed gray, blending with the steel and concrete forest like a damp, sticky coiled snake, the body temperature of cold-blooded animals clinging to the sweltering air inside the shelter.

In such a monotonous environment, it's hard not to notice this single bright spot.

It was as if all the light in the world had gathered here.

A silver giant of light hangs above a forest of steel and concrete, its half-damaged glass curtain wall reflecting a vast white shadow.

The child was practically glued to the window frame, his nose flattened from being pressed against it, and he clung to the windowsill with both hands, refusing to let go.

The jet-black pupils etched the giant's image firmly onto the retina, and as the silver flames rose, stardust-like particles of light drifted like snowflakes.

The sound waves of Gulomes spread, disturbing the light particles into flying fireflies. The sharp, cone-shaped silver rays collided with and annihilated the red cannonballs.

"Click, click," the eyeball rapidly regenerates, filling the eye socket.

The silver giant of light was already standing in front of him with a sharp sword in hand. The gleaming white tip of the sword tore through the air, and the scorching temperature made Gulomes feel a burning pain just by being close to it.

The claws gripped the blade firmly, and the point of contact quickly charred, accompanied by a hissing sound and rising wisps of blue smoke.

Samuel abandoned his sword and used a close-range knee strike to the opponent's hard bone armor in the abdomen. The immense force penetrated the armor and reached the soft interior, causing Glomas to spit out a mouthful of poison powder and flap his wings to retreat.

Before the poison powder could even touch the skin, it was burned away by the silver flames. Samuel spread the flames to prevent the powder from spreading to the ground and melting the still-intact buildings.

The eerie green poisonous mist vanished, and the silver giant suddenly turned into nothingness.

film.

Gulomes turned around abruptly, his tail whip whistling as he lunged backward!

But it misjudged the distance. Samuel did not intend to sneak up behind and launch a beam attack. Instead, he launched the simplest and fastest attack—with his fists and feet.