Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

As we all know, even Father of Ultra was not the ultimate Ultraman 30,000 years ago, and was nearly killed by Alien Emperor.

Even the Alien Empera could only watch helplessly as a star exploded and completely destroyed their home planet in the distant past. Only after that did they begin to create and acquire the immense ultimate power through their indomitable will.

A true strong person must not only see the gap between themselves and the stronger ones, but also have the determination and confidence to catch up. Otherwise, how can they compete with these supreme strong people who have gone through all kinds of hardships and finally reached the peak through their own spirit?

Zamsha is indeed far inferior to Ultimate Ultraman. Even among the powerful figures, there are many stronger individuals in this universe.

But that doesn't mean he'll always be inferior to others. As long as he keeps honing his skills, he firmly believes that one day, he, Zamsha, can also become an ultimate swordsman standing at the pinnacle of ultimate swordsmanship!

"The scenery along the way to becoming such a strong person is an unrepeatable experience every time."

Zamsha glanced one last time at the Baltan and Zetton aliens, conveying his feelings and offering advice. He didn't want to lose two such strong competitors prematurely in this competition:

"This competition was originally the best opportunity for us to have a lot of enjoyment and breakthroughs, and to overcome past obstacles. If you think it's a waste of time, then you can do as you please."

If even such words cannot reignite the other party's fighting spirit, then it can only prove that although these two people have sufficiently powerful mechs and superb skills as pilots, their mentality is truly vulnerable.

But as the strongest of their races, neither the Baltan nor the Zetton were ordinary people. Their eyes grew brighter and brighter, and they suddenly felt enlightened, their ambitions renewed!

"That's right, we can put aside the matter of promoting our Zetton to the whole universe for now. We can change our priority for this martial arts tournament and collect enough information and cells about aliens to see which ones can help us cultivate a new, stronger, stronger Zetton that can reach the ultimate level!"

Splash!

The two brothers, who were in the same boat, suddenly sparked with excitement, hummed in agreement, and rallied their spirits!

Such situations are common on the entire battlefield, and many people have come to understand that, although the battle of the seven ultimate warriors may make the subsequent matches of these powerful players less exciting and impressive, so what does it matter?

One ultimate battle alone can't satisfy everyone's bloodlust for the thrill of combat!

On the contrary, with these seven ultimate battles as the opening act, the entire universe will only be drawn to watch their matches day and night!

Even if someone says, "It feels far inferior to the ultimate battle," I don't care. Damn it, being compared to the ultimate Ultras, even if it's just being scorned and accused of being a slap in the face, is still incredibly satisfying. I never even dared to think about being a slap in the face!

The thought of being used as a pretext for extortion by the powerful aliens made them even more excited, and they acted even faster.

The Zoga army, the Destruction Army, and the Sophia chimeras present at the scene, some of them automatically perished the moment Gatanothor declared death. The rest, although they all went mad, were reduced in number by half. It was a case of too many monks and too much meat, and they were about to be completely disposed of.

There's no need for the Land of Light to send any more reinforcements, or for the Ultimates to clean up the mess.

Just as the powerful figures were scrambling for the remaining monsters, the Plassia alien, who had lost one of his lives to Hikari and was recovering from the explosion, finally caught his breath: "Ha, ha... Damn it, are you trying to kill me, you little bastards!"

"Huh?" Upon hearing such absurd words, Tartarus, Alien Empera, and Belial glanced at them without saying a word. Each of them looked more sinister than the last, giving the impression that they were about to beat up the old man at the slightest provocation, which made Alien Prashar shrink back in fear.

With his magic wand gone and the opponents brimming with confidence, he had no choice but to give in for the time being.

The Reiblood alien inside Belial also added insult to injury: "I've given up my entire soul and still can't get a single life. I, the Emperor of the Universe, have no human rights, so what human rights do you, a charlatan, want? Get lost! I get angry when I see people crying poor and miserable!"

The Alien Pleisher started to fake cry, but not a single tear came out: "How could you do this to me? I really put in a lot of effort this time. Do you know how much that hurts a seasoned veteran like me who's used to playing the field? Waaah!"

"Heh, exert great effort?" Alien Empera sneered. "Are you afraid that if you don't contribute, this universe will be bombed after the war, and I'll capture you to fill the cosmic sea eye?"

These are all ancient things, thousands of years old. Who doesn't know who?

"Uh..." The Plessia alien froze for a moment. Damn it, there was no reasoning with this tyrant and incompetent ruler. He could only continue to wail, "My poor magic cane that has been with me for 50,000 years! Without it, I won't be able to walk properly anymore! Waaaaaah!"

"Don't cry."

Father of Ultra sighed helplessly. He knew that Pleasha wasn't exactly a good person, but he wasn't entirely evil either. He had indeed put in a lot of effort this time, so he went along with it and said, "If you have any needs, just tell us your requirements, and the Science and Technology Bureau can build you a new one. We won't charge you."

Upon hearing this, the Pleiades alien instinctively shuddered. A magic cane of near-ultimate level forged by the Land of Light? Just thinking about such a thing was terrifying!

If he really dares to accept that kind of thing and wander around with it every day, it probably won't take more than ten or twenty thousand years before he is corrupted into goodness. Who knows, he might actually become a righteous person, and his personality will be erased. Just thinking about it is terrifying!

"Ahem, I won't hold this loss against you. After all, I'm a magnanimous person who thinks of the universe." The Plessia alien waved his hand, spouting lies without batting an eye.

"But to be honest, this battle was really intense. It was probably the most intense battle in the history of the universe. Although I risked my life and managed not to be blown into a cosmic eye, there were still some things that happened."

He did some quick calculations and muttered, "With this explosion, Zhouda might wake up ahead of schedule. You'd better be prepared; don't even think about dragging me down with you this time!"

"Nobody expected anything from you, right?" Tartarus was speechless.

He had read the original history beforehand, and whenever a major crisis occurred, who in this universe didn't immediately cry out for the Land of Light to save them? Although things are different now, they might cry out for Emperor Empera or the Ultimate Life Form to save them.

But in any case, no one would be so foolish as to specifically shout, "Help me, you vulgar Lord Prasher who is ugly, has an unpleasant voice, likes to act like a ghost, and laughs like a ghost all day long!"

"Zhouda?"

Father of Ultra glanced at Alien Empera. As long as the latter didn't go to war with the Land of Light, the Land of Light had plenty of ability and means to deal with the mere Juda.

"Hmm?" Alien Empera frowned. "Foolish Father of Ultra, have you perhaps gone so mad that you think you can invite me to help you quell the rebellion of the foolish Juda just because you have the honor of fighting alongside me? Hmph, what a pipe dream!"

She wouldn't even ask him for a favor, just one glance and she expects him to help her again? And she's only fighting Juda, who could be easily defeated by either Emperor Alien or Father of Ultra?

Absolutely impossible!

Compared to Juda, who has been killed at least two or three times according to historical records, he is now more interested in this brat Kasa.

"Hmm? I see. Is it a time-limited event? What a pity."

Looking Kassa up and down as the ultimate power slowly dissipated, Alien Empera forced out a threatening statement: "I was actually hoping to experience the power of the so-called Ultimate Star Voice."

Kasa chuckled. "Maybe you'll have so many opponents in the future that you'll feel like throwing up."

Leaving aside Zero's overpowered talent, let's talk about Taro and Mebius. Although they're not quite there yet, if they receive a round of training, they'll basically master the fusion technique, and fusing into Super Taro or Infinite Mebius won't be difficult.

Of course, while Taro's fusion training can be put on the agenda soon, Mebius's needs to be put on hold for a while. Mebius's physical foundation is still a bit weak, and fusion will probably be a bit of a burden for him.

We can even disregard the younger generation from the Land of Light, and Belial, who will soon reach the Eternal Ultimate Ultra in a few years.

According to Hibiki Yuta, after having in-depth exchanges with Utsumi, he discovered that his world was actually more advanced than Hachiman's world, with the "New Generation Ultraman" series already airing and characters like Ultraman Ginga, Ultraman X, and Ultraman Orb appearing.

These all seem to have ultimate forms, and the enemies also resemble ultimate-level bosses. Furthermore, they all have passages to the Land of Light, allowing them to freely travel to and from the Land of Light's universe.

With so many new ultimate-level gadgets, if the Emperor Alien were to live to see that time, he would probably have plenty of opponents to fight whenever he wanted.

Unfortunately, he had been too busy to watch the show before and didn't know the specifics of the new generation of Ultraman. But now that the Three Heroes timeline is over, he should have some free time and can watch it.

Alien Empera narrowed his eyes: "That tone? Hmph, interesting."

"We'll talk about the fight later. We're busy right now. Don't let that son of a bitch like Emperor get involved. Go wherever you want." Belial waved his hand, dismissing the Emperor alien with obvious disdain. Although the battle was over, the Land of Light still had a lot of cleanup to do afterward, something he hadn't forgotten, even though he had been imprisoned for 30,000 years.

"Wait, what about me?"

Tartarus raised his hand. "You have both power and achievements, so don't forget me. I should be able to get a seat in the organizer's office, right?"

Not wanting to argue with Belial for the time being, Alien Empera simply said, "Go find Mefilas!"

The fact that Mefilas was in charge of manufacturing the new chair made the intention clear, and Father of Ultra did not object.

Tartarus tossed his skirt, a look of ecstasy immediately spreading across his face. He knew then that his ultimate life form, the Absolut clan, was truly awesome, the supreme being wherever they went.

Greatness needs no further explanation!

Chapter 186 The organization has made its decision, you will be the captain!

After the battle ended, Alien Empera was too lazy to stay there any longer. With a wave of his hand, he revealed his previously hidden vehicle, Dark Terror, and teleported back to his comfortable spaceship.

He didn't care about the aftermath anyway; with Mefilas's help, he had long been used to being a hands-off manager.

Tartarus went straight to the Mefilas aliens and kept nagging that his chair had to be made entirely of gold, and preferably larger than the chairs of Father of Ultra and Emperor Alien, otherwise it wouldn't be worthy of his status as an ultimate life form.

The Mefilas alien was so overwhelmed by what he heard that he just wanted to smash his head against a wall and die. Damn it, there were already enough problems, and now this one came along!

“Tartarus, regarding this matter, I think you can consult our Dark Four Kings’ strategist, Babar, who is more knowledgeable than I am in forging.”

While subtly introducing the new job, the Mefilas alien had his cousin, Mefilas II, bring over Babar, who had been slapped unconscious by His Majesty the Emperor. He then delivered several powerful telekinetic slaps, finally waking Babar up.

"Huh? What? Ah! Ultimate Ottallos is here, ah, and there's also a damn Ultimate Obelia! Ah, and there's also a damn invincible evil god, the Dark Ruler! Ah! I'm not trying to run away, you have to believe me, Your Majesty!"

When I woke up, I was still muttering some rubbish.

The Mefilas alien smirked. The Empire had been utterly humiliated by this guy, so he didn't bother explaining. He simply tossed the disgraceful thing to Tartarus, indicating that the empire could do as it pleased, and then promptly made his escape.

"Huh?" Babar was taken aback.

But he didn't even have time to be stunned. Tartarus's client demands, down to the millimeter of detail regarding shape and workmanship, came one after another. He even casually chuckled and cast an Absolute Destruction, generously stating, "If you can't meet my workmanship requirements, I probably won't do anything to you."

Won't this cause any problems?

Babar forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Yes, since His Majesty the Emperor has permitted the construction, I will certainly do my utmost and create a place that reflects the strongest image of your glorious clan. Loyalty!"

His life is over. If he had perfectly created Tartarus's chair to meet that requirement, the emperor, who was outdone, would have ordered him to be killed instantly.

But if Tartarus's demands are not met, he'll probably get a beating from the guy. His immediate escape just now caught the Emperor's eye, and it's hard to say whether the Emperor will still rescue him for the sake of his dignity.

Help! Aaaaaaaah!

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely be the first to loyally follow His Majesty the Emperor into battle! Ahhhhh!!

……

No one paid any attention to Babar's pitiful wails.

After Gatanothor's death, all the powerful aliens, including Zoga's army, the Destruction Beasts, and the Sophia Synthetic Beasts, suddenly focused their sharp eyes and worked together to drive the members of the Land of Light's security force out of the battlefield.

Damn it, there are too many monks and not enough meat. Your Land of Light's killing efficiency is still so high. If you keep killing, will there be any left for us?

Of course, saying "drive them away" just means saying things like, "We're fine on our own, don't fight! I want battle achievements!" The people of the Land of Light are easy to talk to, so that's enough.

The guards of the Land of Light were both amused and exasperated. In the past, when aliens fought monsters, even aliens from the Dark Nebula would desperately hope that the people of the Land of Light would join forces to help. This was the first time that they had to be driven away.

That works too.

Anyway, with only these few monsters left, the aliens can't afford to lose. As for their battle record, they don't care, as long as no one dies.

The group of guards who had been driven out originally wanted to go to other places to look at other jobs, but before they could even leave, they were hurriedly called back by the same alien tyrants who had driven them away before.

After the group finished killing the monsters, they conducted a final inspection of the battlefield. Finding no more targets to finish off, they immediately gathered the security team members at the numerous live streaming devices that the Alien Empera had placed in the Martial Arts Tournament Nebula. They then conducted a comprehensive replay to accurately confirm their respective battle records.

On the one hand, they were worried that they might have missed something, and on the other hand, they were worried that someone might try to cheat them. They felt more at ease only if the guards watched and notarized the event together. With people from the Kingdom of Light present, there would be 100% fairness and integrity.

Once the battle statistics are finalized, they will compile a list and publish it to the entire universe.

Just imagining myself being lucky enough to rank first would be incredibly exhilarating. At that point, aside from a few ultimate Ultra-level beings, no one else in the entire universe would be more famous than them for the time being!

Even Zamsha and Ida Iryu, who were already extremely calm, couldn't resist fantasizing about this. They seemed indifferent, but in reality, they would glance over there from time to time.

However, this project is not small. The entire battlefield is too large and there are too many people. Therefore, even with the Ultraman's eyesight, it is necessary to replay the video again and again before drawing conclusions. So it will still take some time before the results are available.

As for the monster corpses on the battlefield?

The Mefilas alien negotiated with Jack: "As a monster that followed the Dark Ruler, it must have been tainted by the aura of the evil god and unconsciously modified. Perhaps it has unique research value. Your Land of Light wouldn't be thinking of stopping us from taking reasonable spoils of war, would you?"

“Of course not,” Jack shook his head, “but we need to collect these corpses first, run them through a light test to remove the remaining black mist before handing them over to you. I hope you can understand.”

Sigh, corporate slaves. Regardless of before or after the event, the representatives and those in charge of these most troublesome tasks are always the likes of Alien Mefilas and Ultraman Jack, who die from overwork.

The alien from the planet Mefilas narrowed his eyes and immediately began negotiating: "That won't do. The black mist also has its unique research value. You're losing the property of our Emperor Empire, Ultraman Jack."