Ultraman: I am really just a human.

Chapter 625 Parasitic Life Forms

"call out!"

The victory came even faster than the Cavaliers had anticipated.

Shin-cheng piloted the Flying Swallow 1 into the mountains early in the morning, but strong radio interference affected all the instruments, so he had to switch to manual mode. Of course, he also lost contact with the base and could only search in mid-air with his naked eyes.

The space observation center on the distant mountaintop was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see its exact appearance. The transport plane that Horii was on crashed in the foothills, where streams converged, forming a protective barrier that completely cut off the mist.

"Is this fog avoiding the water flow?"

Xincheng immediately noticed the anomaly in the dense fog and then projected his senses to the ground. With his superhuman vision, he observed the transport plane nestled among the broken tree branches, where everyone inside was in a state of unconsciousness.

Whether it was because he was too fat or just lucky, Horii was the only one who didn't get injured.

Seeing this, Xincheng breathed a sigh of relief, avoided the dangerous area that caused the transport plane to crash, and turned back along the stream.

Fortunately.

Go back and report first, then we'll figure out a way to rescue them.

The commander and Daigo should be arriving soon.

"Is it Flying Swallow 1?"

Horii groggily regained consciousness, and when he saw the fighter jets flying away on their return flight, his eyes widened, and he woke up with a start, jumping out of the transport plane.

"Idiot, I'm here! There's a monster!"

"It's no use," the police soldier limped to wake the others. "The magnetic interference here is too strong. All the instruments are unusable. He can't even notice us. It's amazing that we didn't crash."

"It's definitely Shinjo," Horii muttered reassuringly. "Don't worry, I know him. He's probably going back to report to headquarters and ask for backup. We just need to wait here for a bit..."

"Sorry," the soldier said, enduring the pain as he tended to his leg wound. "Our mission is to go to the observation center. Regardless of whether it's related to the monster or not, we must get there as quickly as possible to rescue people."

"Saving people should be the job of our GUTS team, don't push yourself too hard," Horii urged anxiously. "Besides, we don't know anything about the situation at the observation center."

"That's precisely why we need to get there quickly. We can wait, but those researchers might not be able to."

……

It was nearing dusk.

The Cavaliers returned to the edge of the village, but still couldn't find any villagers.

"Could they have gone to the space observation center?"

"Still can't get in touch with the Victory Team."

"What on earth are those guys on the new league team doing?"

For safety reasons, the group did not stay in the village for long. They simply took some pots and pans and built a fire on the edge of the village.

As the aroma of boiled pork wafted through the air, Fujiwara Saiji, whose stomach was rumbling, couldn't help but drool.

"Captain, I never knew you had this skill. It's so much more delicious than the dishes our mentor used to make."

"Just make do with this."

Hiroko Asami did not show much emotional fluctuation.

As the team leader and the only D-class life form comparable to aliens, she faced far more pressure than the teenagers.

Moreover, ever since she entered the village, she has felt uncomfortable all over, as if something was spying on her everywhere.

"call!"

A thin mist emerged from the dim woods, gradually gathering and finally, as if it had eyes, silently approached the knights along the fallen leaves on the ground.

"It's so delicious, it makes me a little homesick."

"Another bowl, please!"

The boys sat together, completely unaware of the danger. Du, who remained vigilant, occasionally glanced around but failed to notice the white mist that had spread to the side of the carriage.

"Eat less!"

"Strange, this feeling..."

Asami Hiroko's alarm bells grew louder and louder, and strange spying perspectives flashed through her mind. When she turned her head, she finally noticed the white mist approaching from behind.

A fleshy, tumor-like floating object drifted leisurely through the fog.

"Watch out! Everyone, stand back!"

"What?"

The trainees, forgetting about their meal, jumped up in fright. Fujiwara Saiji, who was a little slower to react, was hit in the face by a floating object. In a hurry, he quickly rolled over to dodge and was kicked out with a sweeping leg.

"Bang!"

"How disgusting!"

The floating objects look terrifying, but they are actually quite easy to kill; they can be easily popped like balloons.

But seeing the sticky, oozing liquid left on his shoes, Fujiwara Saiji immediately regretted it. He felt nauseous and almost threw up all the meat soup he had just eaten.

Fortunately, the surrounding environment didn't give him the time to feel disgusted.

As the white fog spread, the number of floating objects outside the village increased dramatically, from a single object to dozens or hundreds in an instant.

"What are all these things?"

"Don't just stand there, let's go into the village!"

Hiroko Asami peered into the depths of the thick fog and finally found the missing villagers.

Some carried farm tools, some carried kitchen knives... All the villagers moved with the mist, expressionless, with large lumps of flesh on their necks, just like the floating objects in the air.

"A parasitic life form?"

"Bang bang bang!"

The trainees drew their sidearms and fired repeatedly, but the number of floating objects in the air did not decrease. Finally, the villagers rushed over in a frenzy.

There were even children and several hikers among them.

"Don't shoot, they seem to still be alive!"

"Living like this is terrifying."

"Close the door! Close the door!"

The group hurriedly retreated into a room, but soon a violent crashing sound came from outside, and the door was broken open one after another, with the white mist and the monsters swarming in.

"Could this fog be the kind from this world?"

"It would be terrible if we got trapped!"

"Go from the back!"

As night fell, the knights finally escaped the pursuit of the white fog after a series of struggles, but they also unknowingly lost their way in the mountains.

The good news is that the redemption shop even has everyday items; the bad news is that they simply can't bear to use their points to redeem them.

"All the equipment is in the vehicle."

"I should have transformed and retrieved the item first."

Fujiwara Saiji was somewhat annoyed, and when he turned around, he saw Asami Hiroko holding a torch.

The unknown is often the most terrifying, and even they, as knights, felt unsettled at this moment.

The torches could not dispel the damp chill of the mountains, but they brought a sense of peace to everyone in the darkness.

"Thank goodness we have the captain," Fujiwara Saiji said wearily, observing his surroundings. "What do we do next? Are we going to be stuck here forever? I was thinking of going back to see Maya's concert, but now..."

Perhaps because of the white mist, there was not a sound of any animals in the mountains.

The anxiety that had just subsided quickly returned.

"Look over there!"

Baosheng Yongmeng gazed intently at the nearby mountain valley.

Under the cover of night, faint colored lights could be seen, which was the meteorite from which the researchers had their accident.

"There seems to be something there. Could it be those guys from the new league team?"

"Should we go over there?"

All eyes turned to Hiroko Asami, awaiting the captain's decision.

If we were to say who in this world is most trustworthy, it would undoubtedly be Hiroko Asami, who is like a mentor's wife. Her intuition is astonishing, and she has almost never made a mistake.

"call!"

Hiroko Asami's breathing became slightly heavier.

It seems that the glowing spot is indeed the source of the incident. With the future unknown and the possibility of being trapped by the white mist at any moment, solving the source might be the best option.

But this choice also means huge risks.

It's not the right time to confront the league teams head-on.

What would Libya decide?

"Go! Be careful!"

Without keeping the team members waiting too long, Hiroko Asami raised a torch and led the way.

They came here specifically for the new league team.

The previous instance had already taught her a great lesson.

We absolutely cannot let the Alliance team run rampant in the dungeon; those guys are capable of anything.

"No matter what happens later, don't get separated," Hiroko Asami whispered as they approached the ravine, extinguishing her torch as well. "Try to gather as much information as possible; I'll use the teleportation card if necessary."

"clear."

The team members perked up.

This was the first time they had carried out such a mission since their memories were awakened.

I had experienced many dangers during my time as a knight, but memories aside, my body still trembled slightly at this moment.

"rustle!"

The group slowly moved to higher ground. Fujiwara Saiji, who was lagging behind, scratched his neck in confusion, feeling increasingly itchy, and as if something was stuck in his throat.

When he touched several protruding tumors, Fujiwara Saiji's body suddenly trembled.

Perhaps because it was close to grade D, the sarcoma was growing very slowly, but it gradually became uncontrollable.

"Fujiwara?"

"It's alright, you guys go up first, I'll cover the rear."

"coward."

The others just assumed Fujiwara was being a coward and didn't pay much attention.

After all, Fujiwara Saiji had learned his lesson from the league team last time, so it's actually a good thing that he's not stubborn.

"How could this happen?"

Fujiwara Saiji looked panicked and instinctively distanced himself from his teammates, trying to remove the tumor but failing no matter what he did.

This thing seems to have become a part of his body.

When exactly did I get infected?

The others also drank the broth. Was it because of the kick he made?

There was indeed some liquid splashing at the time, perhaps not just on his shoes.

(End of this chapter)