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

Am I awake?

I'm not seeing things, nor am I delirious; it's real! So many kind-hearted aliens have appeared!

"Aliens are the best, aha!"

On the ground, survivors cheered, jumping up and down in place, "Locke is the strongest, hahaha! Thank you, thank you all, aliens, we're saved, hahaha!"

Ok? !

The eyes of numerous powerful aliens

God immediately became sharp!

Dude, there are so many people here, and you're only praising one person? It's not scarcity that's the problem, but inequality!

Some aliens who hadn't expected to be cheered coughed twice, racking their brains, and as if it were an accident—that their names had been revealed by Earthlings unintentionally—finally found a plausible excuse to reveal their identities:

"Let the glory of the cosmic emperor be rebuilt starting with me, the king of the Bardians. Die, you piece of junk robot! I'm not here for anything else, just because I don't like you. That's all. Surrender! Hah!"

"Long live the King of the Bard Aliens!"

As soon as the nickname "Lao Ba" was announced, some shrewd and pragmatic people immediately echoed it.

When others saw this, they were in an uproar. They started rattling off the names like beads on a string, and the citizens on the ground really gave it emotional value, cheering every time they heard a name.

There's no other way, you have to survive. Aliens aren't Ultraman. They come to save you, and if you don't give them enough emotional support, they might just give up.

Of course, despite these thoughts, the cheers were genuine. Having been saved, cheering and praising the person who saved the life was heartfelt and not at all unjustified.

The Pedanians, Zettonians, Baltanians, and even Grozam were all astonished: "Holy crap, being a Guardian can be this fun?"

Although everyone stood together to fight against the darkness during the Gatanothor War.

But at that time, there were hardly any humans left on Earth in the Three Heroes' timeline. Even those humans who were still alive hated Gatanothor, so they were only concerned about when the giant conch shell would die and couldn't cheer at all.

Later, although the time tunnel was activated, these different kinds of aliens also traveled through the time tunnel to different universes to deal with the subordinates placed by the mastermind behind the scenes.

However, those universes were mostly places where Ultraman had never been seen or ravaged by monsters. When these aliens went there to fight against some kind of subordinates sent by the mastermind, in the eyes of the natives, it was just two terrifyingly powerful beings fighting each other to the point of causing the world to collapse.

There's no way they're going to cheer. They don't know anything about you, and they're all terrified of you. They're afraid that after you tear apart the mastermind's subordinates, you'll turn around and cause trouble.

But it's different here.

This place has been protected by Ultraman Cosmos for a long time, and has experienced the destruction and invasion of Chaos Head, different aliens, and monsters. It knows that not all beings tens of meters tall are bad, and has a correct understanding.

Therefore, they know that good aliens are rare, and they also know that powerful aliens are very powerful.

Combining these two factors, the humans on Earth, except for a very small number of hawkish military extremists, would all receive just the right amount of emotional value if they were protected by kind and powerful aliens.

And these things made the Pedan aliens a little addicted.

Ah, the delicious food I've been protecting is so wonderful!

Of course, they can still distinguish between the king and the queen.

True protection is like that of Ultraman, who single-handedly travels throughout the universe every day, rushing to various destroyed places with almost no time to catch their breath to defeat darkness and evil.

Or perhaps they would single-handedly establish themselves on a fixed planet, where they would face a constant stream of evil people and challengers, engaging in battles so frequently that they would have no time to recover from injuries.

Ultimately, he might end up like Ultraman Seven, fighting to exhaustion on Earth, his entire body completely drained, both internally and externally.

That's not a good outcome.

Most of the powerful aliens wouldn't be that kind-hearted.

Moreover, they are well aware that although it is very satisfying to receive emotional support after protecting the weak, more often than not they will not only fail to receive emotional support, but may also be betrayed by the person they are protecting.

Yes, this matter was documented when some of them were villains, and they witnessed some Ultramen being driven away by the weak.

The reason given was utterly ridiculous: "Since Ultraman appeared, there have been more and more monsters and aliens. In other words, this is all caused by Ultraman's appearance, so Ultraman must be killed."

Therefore, being a true guardian is a double torment to both body and mind, something that many powerful beings in the universe are well aware of.

However, this does not prevent them from changing their minds now.

People used to think very simply: "I'm super powerful, I can do whatever I want. As for protecting? Pshaw, who has time for such trivial things!"

As for now... well, guarding is still quite enjoyable sometimes.

If we encounter any weak, native planets being destroyed or invaded in the future, it would be possible to lend a helping hand. Although we certainly wouldn't be able to directly station ourselves as caretakers like Ultraman, we could at least kill the one-time destroyers.

Well, as long as the natives know how to provide emotional value, that's fine.

If you don't offer emotional value, then just intimidate them, kick those useless natives in the buttocks hard, and run away; that'll even things out.

And if you happen to encounter an Ultraman who is in trouble, well, of course, you'll just have to step in and be a divine soldier to help Ultraman blast the enemy away!

As it turns out, no matter how unruly a person is, at least they are imprisoned.

Those who have protected him know how rare it is to find a powerful, handsome, and kind-hearted alien tyrant.

As long as divine intervention helps Lao Ao, there's no chance of the natives being blind to his abilities.

As for whether the natives being protected are troublemakers... No way, no way, surely no one really thinks that these aliens are as easy to talk to as Lao Ao, right?

Anyone who dares to cause trouble will just get slapped in the face. Those who are seriously rude will be dealt with when the prison is in another place. They'll be dismembered and crippled!

They want to be protected, yet they don't want to receive any emotional support and still act arrogantly. How can all the good things go to troublemakers?

Thinking this, the many powerful aliens continued working without stopping, because a larger fleet of Bishop Gloca, which had flown from deep space, had already arrived in the solar system. Therefore, many more aliens flew directly into space to fight after arriving at Earth in Gauss.

Otherwise, the Earth would definitely explode, really.

After the aliens who had rushed in had all arrived, the Ultra Warriors were finally able to enter as well.

Then, all the aliens and guards who had arrived saw the gigantic Endora behind all the bishops of Gloca.

They all quietly made way, waiting for the big shots to come up.

Chapter 74 The Dark Armored Emperor's Majestic Debut!

"Ok?"

The appearance of a large number of powerful aliens and Ultraman was already shocking and baffling enough, but seeing these aliens and Ultraman warriors suddenly and inexplicably split into a path together was even more perplexing.

What are they doing?

Lacking extraordinary vision, the elite youth team and the citizens on the ground had no idea that Giga Endora had begun to enter the solar system; the distance was simply too far for humans.

After all, Giga Endora is not a star and does not emit light. In the dark and deep universe, how could humans possibly see it without satellites?

But soon, Gigaendora really did become a second sun.

At a great distance from Earth, the controllers on Giga Endora synchronously transmitted back the data seen and heard by the Gloca Bishop Fleet on Earth, and immediately determined that a change in strategy was necessary.

Although it is unclear how so many powerful Ultra Warriors and aliens of different kinds suddenly appeared, it is obvious that the strength and number of these Ultra Warriors and alien powerhouses are strong enough to rival the Gloca Bishop Fleet.

Even if more follow-up Gloca Bishop fleets are sent, there is no guarantee of victory. Even if we win, we will suffer heavy losses.

In the worst-case scenario, the entire Gloca Bishop fleet could be completely wiped out, which would be a terrible tragedy.

After all, the mass production of the Gloca Bishop fleet relies on Delacion, but it is not Delacion and does not have the ability to mass-produce Gloca Bishops. Therefore, the loss of each of these Gloca Bishops is a huge loss.

In that case, it would be better to adopt a solution that minimizes losses.

Coincidentally, the original purpose of launching the Giga Endora was to bombard Earth, but the despair gained from a single blast would be too little, so the Gloca Bishop Fleet was dispatched to harass the planet first.

Now that such a change has occurred, let's just go straight to the point and summon all the bishops of Groca back to blast the entire solar system centered on Earth into one fell swoop!

While the despair of all humanity on Earth, protected by Ultraman, may be of high quality, it is clearly far inferior to the mass destruction of so many benevolent Ultraman warriors and aliens. The latter benefited a thousand times, ten thousand times, from the former!

"Buzz!"

The gigantic Endora, with a diameter of 1,600 meters, stopped moving, adjusted its position, activated its six enormous claws for fixation, and began to accumulate nearly limitless energy in the massive instrument pool beneath it.

This energy is of extremely high purity and quality, surpassing even the sun itself, which is considered the most powerful energy by various civilizations. It also possesses a brightness that would blind any human who were to observe it at close range.

This destructive ray, exceeding the brightness of a star, was only just beginning to accumulate energy when its brightness was already transmitted at faster-than-light speed, witnessed by everyone on Earth.

The Gloca bishop fleets, along with the Gloca chariots and Gloca soldiers located in various locations, received orders from the central command and immediately ceased fighting. One after another, they left Earth at top speed and flew towards space.

It's not just about flying out of Earth, but about leaving the solar system, going to a place extremely far away from the solar system, on a very large astronomical scale, otherwise it will be vaporized by the aftershocks of the gigabyte Endora attack.

Although the Giga Endora Reset Ray itself is never primarily designed to expand the attack range, on the contrary, its extremely powerful energy is always condensed, with the attack range being far smaller than the power itself. However, no matter how condensed it is, there is still an aftershock of an attack that exceeds the size of a solar system.

Such an anomaly would obviously be noticed.

Part of the Gloca Bishop Fleet successfully flew out of Earth, as they had previously been causing destruction in other areas of the Earth and had not yet carried out their mission of going to provoke Ultraman and the powerful aliens.

But most of them weren't so lucky; they were the ones who had already come looking for trouble.

Hmph, trying to escape?

In the midst of a fierce battle, one still wants to be unrestrained.

Flee? There's no such thing as a free lunch. Without a word, the guards and powerful aliens immediately entangled them, ensuring the group of Gloca bishops had no chance of escape. (Micro-fun)

Judging from this scene, it seemed as if the Gloca Bishop Fleet was afraid of the sudden appearance of Ultra Warriors and powerful aliens.

But even the most optimistic Earthling wouldn't think that way.

Because I saw it.

From the magnificent brightness that appeared at the edge of the solar system, seemingly symbolizing the most immense cosmic power, it was an incomparably dazzling bombardment, the most unsolvable judgment of the cosmic lord upon all things.

Although it is only 1,600 meters in size, it is extremely small on an astronomical scale, and it is separated by the entire solar system.

However, no one could fail to see the shell that was charging up, and no one could resist the tremor that stemmed from their genetic instincts.

Haruno Musashi and the Kazefuki team members, along with citizens across the Earth who had initially thought that the appearance of so many Ultramen and kind aliens meant they were saved, instantly turned ashen-faced. (Latest chapter of Fantasy Princess)

Despite how terrifying and powerful the previous Bishop Gloca was, people still thought that if Ultraman Cosmos were there, perhaps he could have succeeded.

But that one shot fired from the edge of the solar system...

Even before it was fully charged, the tremor that reached the very roots of their genes and the depths of their souls caused everyone, from centenarians to fetuses still in their mothers' wombs, to let out uncontrollable cries of anguish.

This is the only one, the only one.

Even if Ultraman Cosmos, and even if tens of thousands of Ultramen different from Cosmos and aliens joined forces, there was absolutely no way they could withstand this bombardment!

Even without the ability to predict the future, everyone has already sketched out a complete picture.

When these Ultraman and aliens worked together to fly out of Earth to resist this bombardment, they could only hold out for a few minutes at most, and then they would be like paper being pierced by a sharp dagger, turning to ashes along with the entire solar system!