Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"I believe in you! You can win! Don't lose to the monster, Ultraman Seven!"

The boy's voice still carried a touch of childishness, yet it was filled with heartfelt trust. He called out again and again, without stopping even when his voice was hoarse.

These shouts ignited everyone's emotions.

The villagers looked at each other, and the confusion on their faces gradually turned into determination.

They weren't powerless; at least, they could do one last thing: express their trust and support to Ultraman Seven.

The villagers stood up straight and shouted with all their might. It was no longer just cheering as if they were watching a spectacle, but a heartfelt expectation. The shouts rose higher and higher, breaking through the valley in the dead of night and reaching the heart of the fierce battle.

"We believe in you! You must hang in there!"

"Go for it, Ultraman Seven!"

"Ultraman Seven! Don't give up! Don't fall!"

Hinako Fukami heard it.

Those sounds pierced through the hissing of the water dragon, the hissing of the poisonous fog, and the alarm of the timer, reaching her ears clearly.

Every word she uttered was like a pebble thrown into the nearly dried-up lake in her heart, creating ripples.

Her hometown, her family and friends, need her protection!

so--!

"I won't lose!"

Hinako Fukami gritted her teeth and roared inwardly.

This concern, this determination to protect, erupted like a volcano!

"ah--!"

A silent roar exploded in her heart, and Hinako's arms suddenly tensed. Her previously weak and powerless body burst forth with power far exceeding what she had shown before, and her silver and red armor shimmered with a faint golden halo.

The water dragon coiled around her waist suddenly felt an irresistible force erupt, forcibly breaking the tight coils, and the fangs that had been gripping her neck were forced to loosen, scattering foul-smelling venomous saliva into the air.

Taking advantage of the opening, Hinako Akami kicked off the ground with both legs, her body shooting out like an arrow, breaking free from the shackles of the snake's body, leaping backward dozens of meters, and landing steadily on the ground, her feet slamming heavily into the mud, carving two shallow furrows.

Meanwhile, at the summit of Rongzhigaoka, where no one pays attention, a strange disturbance is taking place at the shrine hidden deep in the dense forest, rarely visited by anyone.

The shrine was silent in the dead of night. The mottled wooden torii gate cast a dark shadow under the moonlight. The thousand-year-old sacred tree in the center of the courtyard was lush and vigorous, still standing strong after a hundred years of wind and rain.

However, the soil around the roots of the sacred tree suddenly bulged, and small clods of soil fell off in a flurry. A faint, pale blue spiritual light slowly seeped out from the depths of the roots, gradually growing stronger.

With a clear, resonant clang of a blade piercing the soil, the earth at the roots of the sacred tree suddenly exploded outwards, and an object covered in millennia of dust burst forth from the ground.

By the dim moonlight, one could see that it was an ancient Japanese katana with a simple and unadorned design. The blade was long and slightly curved, a classic style of ancient Japanese swords. The surface of the blade was covered with a thick layer of gray-black turbidity, and was also covered with damp yellow soil, small pieces of decaying leaves and grime accumulated over thousands of years, completely obscuring the luster that metal should have.

It looked like a dilapidated old knife that had been forgotten and buried underground for hundreds of years. Only at the center of the blade was a faint, pale blue light that lingered and struggled with the gray and black turbid air on the outside.

A clear and lingering sword rang out continuously from the blade, causing the surrounding branches and leaves to fall in a rustling sound, and even the gnarled branches of the sacred tree trembled slightly.

As if drawn by an invisible yet unwavering force, the worn-out ancient sword rose into the air after breaking through the ground, transforming into a streak of azure light that pierced through the dense forest foliage and sped towards the battlefield in the valley.

Hinako steadied herself, the wound on her neck still throbbing, the numbness not yet completely gone, the beam of light above her head still flashing rapidly green, and the exhaustion of depleted energy swept over her body, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness as she stared intently at the water dragon in front of her, which had arched its body again and was poised to strike, not daring to relax for a moment.

Suddenly, Hinako felt something and couldn't help but raise her head to look in the direction of the mountains.

A streak of azure light pierced the night sky, shooting towards the sky like a falling meteor.

Hinako Fukami subconsciously raised her right arm, and the blue light shot straight into her palm.

That's... a knife? An old, rustic knife?

For some inexplicable reason, Hinako Fukami felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if this sword was meant to belong to her.

At the same time, a warm sensation spread from her palm to the depths of her heart. The remaining light within Hinako Akamizu seemed to be strongly drawn out, automatically surging out from her body and wrapping around the ancient longsword.

The pure power of light enveloped the blade, like the warm sun melting ice, gradually washing away the dust and grime that had accumulated on the blade. The dark blue blade gradually lost its gloom and became clear and lustrous, with a blue-gold halo flowing within it. It no longer had any sense of antiquity, but instead exuded a solemn and sacred aura, perfectly blending with the power of light.

In an instant, a dazzling burst of light, a blend of pale gold and silver-red, erupted from Hinako Akami's body, the light shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the dark valley as if it were daytime.

Amidst the dazzling flames, the giant's figure was changing at an extremely rapid pace.

The shoulder armor extends outwards significantly, cast into thick, gilded reverse-scale armor with sharp, beveled edges.

The breastplate was layered, with golden divine patterns interwoven with silver-red armor, and a sword-shaped energy core embedded in the center.

The armor on the waist, abdomen, and limbs has been thickened and reinforced, with sharp and angular lines, no longer the usual smooth and slender style.

The beam lights on its head have also transformed into a dazzling, gilded flame shape, and the eye lights are tinged with a faint azure divine light, making its gaze even sharper, with faint azure wind wing patterns appearing behind it.

The rapidly flashing energy alarm stopped abruptly, and the depleted energy was instantly restored, even far exceeding normal levels. The powerful energy fluctuations caused ripples in the surrounding air, and the rampant water dragon poison mist was evaporated by this sacred power. Even the surrounding turbulent geology gradually calmed down.

Seven's iconic silver head crest has also disappeared, replaced by a giant sword that perfectly matches the size of the Giant of Light.

The sword is straight and broad, with a cool, pale silver color. The blade is as sharp as a mirror, and there is a faint blue light near the spine. The guard retains the outline of the headdress. Overall, it is an enlarged version of an ancient sword, simple, heavy, and full of murderous aura.

"Ultraman Seven - Divine Form!"

Deepwater Hina lowered herself to face the ground with her sword, one hand on the hilt, her back straight as a pine tree. The azure flames behind her condensed into the phantom of a cloak, and her whole body exuded a dignified aura.