We asked you to make tokusatsu films, and you actually became Ultraman?

At the same time, almost simultaneously with breaking through the illusionary space, Sirius in the real world accelerated to the extreme, his body suddenly turning to the side, narrowly dodging the tentacle whip that Menglanga was lashing out at him.

The tentacle grazed his shoulder, sending sparks flying, and the icy air made his skin tingle.

Before Menglanga could launch another attack, Sirius crossed his arms and used his cross-shaped light darts to sever all the tentacles.

Wherever the sharp darts passed, the black tentacles snapped off cleanly.

Then, a flash of blue light appeared around him, and with a Mach 100 movement, he soared directly into the sky.

High in the sky, a full moon hung in the night sky, its silvery light shining on Sirius's back, giving his body a sacred halo.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at Meng Lanjia below, his heart filled with unwavering resolve.

Meng Langa looked at Sirius high in the sky and let out an angry roar. The dark blue soul fire pulsed violently, and the red river lantern on his chest shone brightly.

It wanted to unleash the will-o'-the-wisp once more; a ghostly blue light gathered in its mouth, and a chilling aura spread out.

But at that moment, Sirius, high in the sky, began to move.

He raised his right leg, then suddenly pressed his body down, like a burning meteorite falling straight down from the sky, his right leg, wreathed in flames, kicking directly at Menglanga.

As he accelerated, flames erupted around him, the orange-red flames spreading along his legs and engulfing his entire right leg in flames.

The intense heat of the flames distorted the surrounding air, turning even the night sky a warm red.

This was none other than Sirius's flying kick.

Meng Lanjia's ghostly blue flames surged forth, meeting the burning right leg.

Although the will-o'-the-wisp, just like before, transformed the flames of Sirius's flying kick into a ghostly blue, the icy chill instantly spread throughout his leg, freezing Sirius so much that he couldn't even feel his leg, as if it didn't belong to him anymore.

But Sirius did not hesitate. Instead, he poured all his strength into his right leg, and the momentum of his flying kick increased rather than decreased.

"Bang--!"

The flying kick struck Meng Langa directly in the chest, the powerful blow piercing through him completely.

Its right leg pierced through its chest and emerged from its back, raising clouds of paper dust and black smoke.

Meng Langa's body trembled violently, the smiling mask on the lantern head twisted and deformed, and let out a shrill roar.

The red core lantern that belonged to its chest somehow ended up in Sirius's hands.

The small red river lantern glowed softly in his palm, warm and gentle, a stark contrast to the cold will-o'-the-wisps around him.

Having lost its core, Menglanga regenerated very slowly. It roared as it rapidly reassembled its body, with ashes and black mist surging in from all directions, attempting to repair the gaping hole.

Without the support of the red core, the speed of restructuring was greatly reduced.

Sirius paid no attention to Menglanga behind him; the timer on his chest lit up red and flashed faster and faster.

He endured the cold and numbness in his legs and limped to the stream next to the unfinished building.

With each step he took, a bone-chilling coldness pierced his legs, as if countless needles were pricking his bones, but he remained resolute.

By the stream, Sirius crouched down, his massive body casting a long shadow on the bank.

He carefully reached out and gently placed the red river lantern on the river.

The river lantern swayed on the water for a moment, then stabilized and drifted slowly into the distance with the current.

The dim yellow light swayed on the water's surface, like a warm star, standing out prominently in the night.

Meanwhile, in that broken space, the old man who was squatting by the river waiting for something finally received a red river lantern.

The lamp drifted along the stream and came to a stop in front of him.

The old man looked at the river lanterns, smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled together, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He reached out his trembling hand and gently lifted the river lantern from the stream. He took out his old fountain pen from his pocket and wrote his message on the lantern:

"Someone will remember us; we will not be forgotten..."

After he finished writing, he looked at it for a long time, and then gently placed the river lantern back on the water.

The river lanterns drifted further and further along the stream, eventually merging into the river composed of countless lights.

In the real world, as the river lanterns drifted further and further away, Meng Lanjia's constantly regenerating body finally stopped completely.

Its roar gradually weakened and finally disappeared completely.

Instead, hundreds of people sang their thanks in unison, their voices emanating from Meng Langa's body, layer upon layer, echoing beside the unfinished building in the dead of night.

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"Finally, we can go..."

"..."

Finally, Meng Langa's body completely disintegrated.

Countless translucent souls slowly floated out of Meng Langa's body, turning into specks of golden light that drifted into the sky like warm lamps.

They were no longer just broken arms, but became whole people, and they slowly flew towards the direction of the red river lantern that was drifting further and further away.

Furthermore, a large amount of white energy surged out from Menglanga's disintegrating body, spreading outwards and disappearing into the night.

Sirius knew that this energy was being returned to those whose life energy had been robbed, those victims whose life force had been taken from them, and that it was now slowly returning to their bodies.

Upon seeing this, Sirius reverted to his usual gentle voice.

He stood by the stream, watching the specks of light drifting into the sky. The timer on his chest was still flashing red, and the coldness in his legs had not yet subsided, but his eyes were incredibly gentle, like moonlight shining on the water.

He spoke softly, his voice low, yet it seemed to be a promise to every soul:

"I will never forget you all..."

The night breeze blew, the stream murmured, and the red river lantern drifted further and further away, finally disappearing into the end of the night.

Another episode has come to an end. I wonder how everyone felt. Tomorrow is the movie screening episode, so it's time to relax a bit.

Finally, thank you everyone for your support and patience. Love you all, meow Ciallo～(∠・ω＜)⌒☆】