Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

The main creature of this group of spiders, a giant spider the size of a mountain, was somewhat surprised to see this scene.

This Ultraman still possesses such fighting power after de-transforming?

None of the elites in the defense force can compare to this guy.

If this keeps going, these monsters will eventually be wiped out by this guy.

"Unfortunately, that's all for now."

The giant spider opened its ferocious mandibles, and a thick strand of spider silk shot out towards Xia Shu's location.

One branch split into nine, and continued to extend and split, forming a giant net stained with green venom, which enveloped Xia Shu.

"Get out of the way!"

"It would be terrible if we got trapped!" the little snake cried out in alarm upon seeing this.

Xia Shu's eyes sharpened, and she quickly sprinted backward at full speed, preparing to withdraw from the range of the giant net.

Each strand of the spider silk that makes up this giant web is like a blade, and extremely dense, leaving no room for loopholes. The web grows larger and larger as it extends further.

Ordinary spider monsters that were caught in the procession were instantly cut into pieces.

"They're all getting on in years."

"We still have to work just as hard as the young people."

Despite her deep exhaustion, Natsuki sensed the approaching danger, leaped up, and suddenly accelerated.

It flew out like a sharp arrow.

"Sizzle—sizzle!"

The giant web couldn't keep up with his speed and eventually crashed to the ground, annihilating a large number of spider monsters and corroding the ground in large patches.

After dodging the attack, Natsuki wobbled and fell from mid-air again.

It crashed to the ground, lying face up in a starfish shape.

"Phew...overdrawn again after overdrawn..."

"This is truly abusing the elderly..."

Xia Shu was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and her eyes were full of exhaustion.

Hearing the ground tremble as if countless monsters were surging, he struggled to his feet.

The greatsword was stuck in the ground nearby; we can't lose our weapons...

"He's really at his last gasp." The giant spider in the distance saw Xia Shu struggling to get up and was certain that he was exhausted and in no way different from being at the mercy of others.

Xia Shu drew his greatsword, wary of the monsters swarming around him, while glancing at the giant spider in the distance and uttering a questioning sound.

He saw a large, white, unidentified object appear behind the guy, expanding and revealing eyeballs, teeth, and a series of hideous faces, as if something a mixture of countless monsters was about to take shape.

"That's... Monster Nine?"

"That's the...Mingli Era Great Monster hidden inside Monster Number Nine!" Little Snake exclaimed in astonishment upon recognizing the expanding and twisting creature in the distance.

That thing is the real BOSS of this world!

"They're finally out...?"

The giant spider sensed something amiss behind it and saw the swollen monster, Number Nine.

Energy fluctuations from massive monsters emerged from their twisted bodies, each defying categorization by monster level, totaling hundreds.

Then, even more monster fluctuations appeared.

Those were the large monsters they had previously fed into Monster Number Nine; their numbers were impossible to count.

One corner of the space had already been occupied by the body of this Ming Dynasty monster, and it continued to expand.

"Whether in ancient times or in modern times."

"In the history of this planet, no one has ever escaped."

"Whether strong or weak."

“The prey that I see will eventually become a part of me.”

"This is... the ironclad rule of this world."

Countless distorted faces crowded together, uttering whispers in different tones, making the scene even more eerie in the dim, fractured space.

The Great Monster of the Ming Dynasty

This is the end of this world.

A hunter who hunts down an entire era.

Throughout history, no warrior has ever been able to defeat it. It slaughters and devours life at will, only returning to the earth to slumber when it is exhausted.

A horrifying thing that has been written into history.

......

Yokohama Port, a battlefield where the fighting is gradually subsiding.

"What exactly is this feeling?"

"Resentment...pain...anger...regret..."

Is this... your emotion?

Kafka the Monster suddenly froze in the center of the icy battlefield, listening to the emotions emanating from his heart, and asked in confusion.

It seems like something is about to be born.

That thing... must be my nemesis.

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"here it is......?"

Kafka felt that everything on the battlefield slowed down: the speed at which the sea froze... the speed at which bullets left the barrel, everything slowed to a standstill.

I felt a moment of disorientation.

When he turned around, he found himself in another battlefield.

Dressed in ancient warrior armor and wielding a spear, he followed the ranks of the troops toward the burning battlefield.

"That guy will absolutely not be let off the hook!"

"We must avenge our fallen comrades!"

The leading general shouted, leading them to charge towards a white behemoth that resembled a mountain. Its twisted body seemed to contain various monsters, and human faces could even be seen within it.

"and many more......"

"Using weapons like these to fight monsters is just suicide, isn't it?"

Kafka looked at the cold weapons in the hands of his companions and found it hard to imagine that they would use such weapons to deal with monsters hundreds of meters tall.

Kafka also realized just how brutal this battle truly was.

On the scorched earth, human limbs and remains lay scattered, and sturdy armor was reduced to fragments. The blood of those people flowed into the charred pits, almost forming a lake.

The smell of burning... the suffocating stench of blood... Kafka had never seen such a brutal battle.

These warriors did not use simple melee weapons; instead, they had monster cells embedded inside, connecting these weapons to their bodies and providing them with immense power.

They are slightly weaker than the defense team members in combat suits, and it looks like they will also lose health.

"That...is your enemy."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded behind Kafka. He quickly turned around and saw a standing warrior in armor, his face obscured by black mist.

"My...enemy?" Kafka asked, puzzled.

This place seems to be the battlefield where humans fought against the giant monster of the Ming Dynasty in history. Why am I here?

Who is this guy?

Could it be...?

He suddenly looked at his heart and guessed the other person's identity.

He remembered that Master Natsuki had vaguely mentioned the source of this power to him at the beginning.

As if sensing Kafka's inner turmoil, the samurai armor spoke again.

"I...no, we are beings that reside within your body."

"A monster formed from the accumulated resentment of countless unwilling souls over four hundred years."

A phantom image appeared behind the samurai armor; it was the flying insect that had burrowed into Kafka's body.

The source of power is actually the resentment of these people...?

Kafka looked at the people being killed by the monsters, whose bodies seemed to be emanating wisps of black energy that surged into the ground.

"Our ultimate wish is to end that monster with our own hands."

"Now, it has awakened."

"You must go to it and destroy it," the warrior in armor said, as the surrounding space shifted, revealing a scene from the underground fault space.

The bodies of the giant monsters from the Ming Dynasty have already occupied half of the space, seemingly with no limit.

Exhausted, Natsuki held the greatsword, her brow furrowed.

This is a time of crisis.

"Master Natsuki!"

"Damn it... how am I supposed to get there?" Kafka asked hastily when he saw Natsuki in danger.

As he asked the question, a location suddenly popped into his mind.

That is the location of the great monsters that appeared throughout the Ming Dynasty.

However, it would take quite a while to get there, and it would definitely be too late for him to set off now.

"Your companion is too impatient."