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

"Millennium Cross!"

"Double combination, Millennium Repair & Repair Cross Rays!"

"what?!"

Magma, the tyrannical swordsman who had committed numerous evil deeds, only had time to utter this last sound before he was struck by a powerful double beam of light, exploding to his death with a mournful cry.

The bombardment from those warships that he had placed so much hope in before his death did cause Kassa a little trouble, forcing him to dodge to the side. At the same time, he fired a Specium Ray into the sky, sweeping away the remaining warships.

According to his combat style, he should have dealt with these troublesome warships before the battle to avoid variables during the battle.

But being able to arrive here in time, before the deaths of innocent people, by traveling day and night was already the luckiest thing. He didn't have any spare time just now; protecting people's lives was his top priority.

In the short time that Kasa was delayed by these warships, Volugan finally awoke from his brief unconsciousness. He held his head and swayed as he struggled to his feet, his brutal eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

Volugan stared intently at Kasa. After fighting for so long, he realized that his prized replica of the Dark Armor was useless against this guy. Now, he could no longer rely on the armor's protection; only by going all out could he have a chance of winning!

The next second, Volugan did something that shocked everyone: he simply took off his armor and charged at Kasa.

As the two drew near, he flung the armor in his hand toward Kassadin. The dark power contained within it erupted all at once. If left unattended, the armor would release a massive amount of power, causing casualties among the surrounding ordinary people. This forced Kassadin to focus his attention on the armor and actively attack it, revealing a flaw that was not exactly a weakness.

This weakness can only be attacked once at most.

But once is enough.

When Volugan's hands suddenly appeared, they posed a terrifying threat to anyone except for the strongest beings in the universe, like the Alien Empera. That was the power of cosmic fist techniques!

"There's an opening! Magma's Poisonous Hand Fist!"

If this highly poisonous strike were to hit, even the legendary former Dark Four Heavenly Kings, the evil general King Bogaru, would be severely injured. He, Volugan, could traverse the starry sea, and in the beginning, he didn't rely on his subordinates or armor, but on this powerful force that even he himself feared!

"I won—what?!"

Even though his hand should have pierced through Ultraman Kasa's body, why did it feel empty, as if he had punched into thin air and nothing had happened?

Volugan could not understand.

He couldn't possibly understand that this was Kasa disintegrating himself into the smallest particles, particles so small they were almost nonexistent, so small they would hardly be affected by any attack. In other words, this was a preemptive, suicidal disintegration to prevent being attacked.

However, thanks to the Nebula Particle function loaded by Tregear in the new version of the Flash Timer, although ordinary Ultra Warriors cannot do it, an experienced ace like Kasa can completely combine his own skills with the Nebula Particle function to reconstruct his body in an instant.

This is a risky approach. If the reconstruction goes wrong, it will also cause serious damage. Moreover, the decomposition time cannot be maintained for long. If the decomposition is delayed for too long before reconstruction, it will be too late.

However, as a countermeasure to dodge the opponent's trump card in a life-or-death battle, this invincibility frame is enough to turn the tide of the battle!

Chapter 62 Kid, let me show you why I'm a hawk.

boom!

The Dark Armor had been destroyed and fell to the ground. Kasa's body returned from the void, and his sharp, eagle-like Ultra Eyes made Volugan tremble. The effect of Magma Poison Hand Fist had ended, and even if he used it again under the strain, he knew he would never be able to hit the terrifying enemy in front of him.

"asshole!"

Volugan drew his sword; he was not about to sit idly by and wait to die!

With a flick of his left hand, Kasa conjured a silver lightsaber from the light particles. The two swords clashed and clashed, creating a magnificent spectacle that was so fast that ordinary people could not see it clearly. All they could see were countless enormous sword shadows crisscrossing each other, a scene that seemed like a reenactment of a myth.

Meanwhile, Taro's battle became the most arduous of the entire event.

Although Kasa could not know all the combat power distribution and secrets of the Volugan Legion through Leo TV, he did know some things.

For example, although he had no way of knowing that Volugan possessed the Magma Poison Hand Fist, a technique that could overcome the difference in combat power and kill the enemy in one blow, he deduced from his rich combat experience that Volugan was willing to sacrifice the replica of the Dark Armor to achieve his goal, which must have been able to turn the tide in one blow, and that's why he initiated the suicidal decomposition.

But at least he knew that the Kiras Twin Monsters, led by the Sword-wielding Tyrant Magma, would definitely be in this war, and he also knew that the best way to defeat them was to separate the two monsters, since kicking their heads required specialized training, and there wasn't time for that now.

However, upon arriving here, the Magma Legion had too many remaining generals and soldiers, and initially, they couldn't spare anyone to cooperate with Taro and divide the two Giras monsters into two battlefields.

Therefore, at this moment, Taro is still facing the Twin Monsters of Giras, who have combined their powers and unleashed the almost unsolvable Giras Spin.

"Never mind, I'm going to go all out against you! Watch this, Taro's Light, shatter!"

Flames were raging from Taro's body!

He knew that if it were the instructor, he could easily kick the heads off both Kiras monsters, but he was self-aware enough to know that he was far from having the instructor's combat skills. Now, there was only one way to break the deadlock.

Strictly follow the instructor's instructions, give it your all, use Ultra Bomb, and send Ultra Taro's cheers to the Giras Twin Monsters!

Dragging flames so intense they defied temperature, at this moment, water and fire clashed. Giras's water-based spin collided with Taro's fire bomb, resulting in a devastating explosion and a mutually destructive outcome.

Taro was already in a red light, panting heavily as he knelt on one knee, while the Giras brothers were exhausted. Although they were clearly still capable of fighting, they would definitely not be able to gather a new Giras Spin in the short term, because half of their horns had been blown off.

Overall, the Giras Twins still have the advantage; with two against one, their Giras Spin is simply too powerful.

Following the last instructions of the deceased sword-wielding tyrant Magma, the Kiras monster approached Taro, who was in red light.

Just then, the clanging sounds of swords clashing in the distance abruptly ceased, the sword shadows stopped increasing, and Worugan's sword, along with his entire arm, was completely severed and held high in the air.

Amidst his wails, Volugan's remaining arm, brimming with the power of the Magma Poison Hand Fist, was about to unleash it into his own body. He was about to use a forbidden technique that would come at the cost of his life to greatly enhance his strength, making a final gamble—at least he would send the Ultraman before him to hell with him, even in death.

The most common mistake young soldiers make is giving the enemy a chance to launch a counterattack.

Unfortunately, Volugan was not facing youngsters like Mebius and Ribut, nor a straightforward rookie like Taro, but rather Kassadin, who had been fighting for ten thousand years and had fallen into countless desperate situations.

Swish!

The last thing Volugan saw was his other arm, severed and raised high, still brimming with the power of Magma's Poison Hand Fist.

Then there was his own body, his own headless corpse.

He is dead, he died with his eyes wide open in death.

All ambition, all domineering thoughts, all sins, were reduced to ashes by Kasa's unwavering sword strike.

The lightsaber that beheaded Volugan dissipated immediately after completing its function, without lingering for a moment to waste energy. Kasa gazed at Taro, who was about to fall into danger, without the slightest tension, and immediately took appropriate measures.

With a clenched fist, he forcefully swung his right hand over his left shoulder, as if slashing straight through with a knife. A surge of energy, primarily silver and bright white, mixed with red and blue, flowed out. The next second, the gesture was completely reversed from the Specium Ray. His left hand was upright and inside, while his right hand was flat on the outside and close to his left elbow. The whole process was as fast as if it happened in an instant.

The iconic large-scale destructive ray, with its vibrant, dazzling, and exquisite colors, as beautiful as a fleeting firework, had already reached the twin monsters of Giras the moment it was fired.

Whoosh, bang!

The twin monsters of Giras exploded like fireworks, their lives fading in an instant, exploding right in front of Taro. He stared blankly at this scene of violent art: "This is... the exclusive finishing move developed by the instructor, the Smume Beam..."

"That's right, it's art! Ultraman Kasa's battles are simply art."

Commander Black Star murmured in ecstasy, taking a deep breath in bliss. Why was he so cooperative and surrendered immediately when he was discovered by Kassa in the Land of Light?

The reason is very simple.

Before he took on that job stealing life-solidification technology, while still adrift in space, he had witnessed it firsthand: Ultraman Kasa's devastating, almost artistic, battle against the invaders of the Dark Nebula.

Near the Black Star Commander's feet, in the vicinity of Noba and the ordinary people, scattered Magma soldiers were trying to take advantage of the chaos.

At the same time, Mebius and Ribut also successfully killed the three Magma generals who were holding them back. The remaining Magma soldiers, seeing the spaceships destroyed by Zais and Nais who had freed their hands, all lost their will to fight and shouted for surrender.

The Land of Light treats its prisoners well; the whole universe knows this.

But this is contingent on their status being successfully changed to that of prisoners.

Mebius and Ribut were at a loss as to what to do with these Magma soldiers, and both looked to their instructors for help.

To this, Kassa only had one question: "Are there any of you who have been in the Magma Legion for less than ten years?"

The Magma soldiers wanted to lie, but under the scrutiny of Kasana's sharp Ultra Eye, every Magma who tried to lie stammered and endured immense psychological pressure, causing their lies to be full of flaws before they could even be uttered. In the end, no one stepped forward to claim their identity, which was less than ten years old.

Kasa's eyes, which had initially held a hint of expectation, turned to disappointment, and his dormant killing intent resurfaced.

But he didn't rush to kill. Instead, he instructed the students beside him: "Eliminate evil completely. When you encounter an enemy begging for mercy, you must be discerning. If there is still hope, it is a virtue to forgive. But for those villains whose hands are already stained with too much innocent blood, every time you let one go, it may lead to the destruction of a planet in the future."

"After you get back, all of you should investigate the history of the Magma Legion's rebellions."

Mebius, who had been hesitant to speak, fell silent.

He was the most excessively kind of all the trainees. So kind that even in the original future, when he was supposed to be the savior protecting the earth, he was followed and his identity was exposed by selfish journalists, who even insulted him without any basis. He just tolerated it all without retaliating in the slightest.

So when the Magma aliens surrendered, he was the one who most wanted to stop fighting and was most willing to accept them.

But he trusted his instructors more than himself.

He knew that if the instructor had said that, it proved that the Magma Legion must have committed crimes that were so enormous and absolutely intolerable in the past ten years or so.

"Damn it, since you won't let us go, then we'll—uh!"

Upon hearing these words, the Magma aliens, who had hoped to escape their fate by surrendering, realized that they were doomed. They immediately flew into a rage and even tried to take the overly kind-hearted Mebius hostage as a bargaining chip.

This action only strengthened the Ultraman spirit of a few students who had not yet witnessed the darkest side of the invaders. Including Mebius, Ribut, Zearth, and Nice, they all worked together and cleanly and efficiently eliminated the remaining Magma remnants.

Having recovered, Taro saw the fate of the Magma remnants who were not accepted and understood why Volugan and the other Magma aliens had reacted so strongly when they saw the instructor.

In the Land of Light, the instructors are somewhat overrated, but on the battlefield, the title of the only hawk in the Land of Light is truly well-deserved. Even Ace would never be so radical in dealing with surrendered troops!

At the same time as Taro was feeling emotional, only the last battlefield remained. Here, Leo and Astrana's Cosmic Beast Fist, which they had previously only used for training, underwent a transformation and refinement during their stalemate with Baraba, becoming much more agile and finally successfully annihilating this enhanced version of the Super Beast.

A catastrophe, a mixture of man-made and natural disasters, unleashed by invaders from the Dark Nebula, has truly come to an end at this moment.

The bright sunlight shone down, clearly illuminating the savior who stood on the earth, a giant of light far surpassing even the gods.

In the city, millions of people, no longer needing to worry, looked up, their eyes fixed on the giants of light who brought hope and miracles, just like Commander Black Star.

No words can describe their current feelings; there is only longing, endless longing.

Meanwhile, in the chat group...

Chapter 63 Barbatos: You are destined to be collected by me.

Knock, knock, clang, clang.

With the Riddler and a whole host of villains staying quietly and obediently in Arkham Asylum because of the crystal's weak effect, and the Joker taking the crystal, now devoid of any threat, and disappearing to who-knows-where, these past few days have been the most comfortable days Bruce has had since returning to Gotham.

Who would believe that in such a large city as Gotham, there have been no problems that can be called problems for several days in a row, at most some small-scale insider deals and double-crosses between gangs?

If Gotham could maintain this peace and tranquility, Bruce would be willing to die for it.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be preserved.

Bruce still has to work hard to reach that future he has been dreaming of day and night.

Although nothing much had happened in the past few days, and Chief Gordon, who had been stirring up trouble in the city, had managed to control everything with the help of the police department, Bruce still ignored the butler's advice to get some sleep and rest, and continued to devote himself to his research.

They must develop a set of special, high-end armor that can at least rival Kassagi's "low-strength toy," or at the very least, one that won't be instantly killed.

"Phew, it's finally starting to take shape."

Bruce emerged from under the armor with his toolbox, letting out a sigh of relief and revealing a satisfied expression. Although he still couldn't analyze the energy on Kassa's side, he had at least made some progress after tinkering for the past few days.

Only then did his frantic thoughts subside, and his brain finally accepted the nagging feeling in his stomach.

Bruce walked out of the research lab and saw a sumptuous lunch laid out on the table outside. He picked it up and started eating without any hesitation, only to be surprised to find that the lunch wasn't even at its hottest.