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

Father Pucci went completely cold, his body stiffening. He turned his head stiffly and finally realized with horror that he was now completely lost.

Giorno Giovanna... The others in that expeditionary force are alright, but with Giorno here, he can't easily claim victory. He's investigated that ability called Gold Experience Requiem.

No matter how fast his creation of Paradise surpasses the limits of human reaction, once he gets close to Giorno, it will likely automatically trigger the ability that prevents others from reaching the real world.

Damn it, he had clearly set up countless obstacles in advance to prevent Giorno from coming to this country on a whim, so why did this accident still happen?

"Man must ascend to heaven; only heaven is man's final destination and salvation. Don't get in my way, Giorno Giovanna! Don't you have any shame?"

"Step back immediately! Now, I can forgive your disrespect on behalf of the Lord. But you dare to obstruct me, who came to earth in place of God to practice the truth and lead the flock? You devil, you must go to hell to be burned alive!"

Father Pucci's entire body trembled, his pupils contracted sharply as he peered at Giorno and the vast human army that stretched across the mountains behind him.

There is never an invincible, all-powerful Stand. If facing so many people, even Made in Heaven would have a drastically reduced chance of winning, as one of them might have a Stand that happens to be a perfect counter to Made in Heaven.

Calm down, Puchi, calm down. Let's count prime numbers. Prime numbers are solitary numbers that can only be divided by one and themselves. Counting these numbers will surely bring you peace of mind. 4, 47, 48. Damn it, I miscounted!

Father Pucci's face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression. He abandoned all pretense and seemed to have other trump cards up his sleeve, roaring wildly at Giorno who was in his way.

Giorno smiled. Although he was tired and covered in dust and a little blood, he stood ramrod straight. "I'm really sorry, Father, but if you really want to talk about it, I think the so-called 'Lord' is on our side, you know? Maybe you're the devil."

Father Pucci was shocked: "What did you say? Foolish! I've never even seen the Lord, how could you possibly be qualified to talk about these things!"

“When I saw Ultraman Tiga, I thought I had met God, who could guide us humans to the right place.”

Giorno continued talking to himself, ignoring the priest who was shocked and on the verge of losing his composure. He simply looked at Daigo, who had been initially ignored by the priest but was actually also present in the room, with a complicated expression.

"But that's not actually right. Even if it's a god, how can one god fight against four-digit numbers of gods? A god has no obligation to face a battle that he can't win."

"Although it may sound presumptuous, I think that perhaps Ultraman Tiga shouldn't be fighting alone. He should have comrades-in-arms and people supporting him. No matter how weak humanity is, as long as we dare to stand up and fight together, then this may not be a battle we can't win, right?"

Father Pucci was still roaring, "Are you saying that man is the real 'Lord'? Don't be foolish, Giorno Giovanna!"

But Giorno ignored him, and Daigo ignored him too.

Covered in wounds, having gone through countless reincarnations, and waiting for countless outcomes, Daigo slowly stood up, supporting his severely worn-out body.

When he raised his head, what everyone saw was not a pair of dull eyes, worn down and aged like his body, but bright, spirited eyes that showed youthful vigor and never gave up no matter what he encountered.

Those eyes were so beautiful and captivating, more delightful than the pollen of Zigela.

Similarly, Giorno choked up, and everyone else, except for Father Pucci, choked up as well.

Upon seeing those eyes, everyone knew that Daigo had endured countless trials and tribulations to witness this outcome. Even the invincible Jotaro Kujo would have been worn down by them, unable to maintain the same vigorous spirit he had at seventeen.

However, Daigo Madoka did it.

This wasn't due to Tiga's power, but rather to his own will!

"what……"

Father Pucci trembled, speechless, his roar suddenly subsided, and then gradually disappeared.

If such a person exists, then because he lacks immense power, he could never be the "Lord." However, given his spiritual strength, could such a person be the incarnation of the "Lord"?

Father Pucci began to doubt himself. He began to fear. Had he really done something wrong? Did the Lord not want him to create heaven in this world, but rather to make him understand that this was a wrong thing to do?

'That's a demon who rose from hell, a bewitching devil. Pucci, we are with you. Don't doubt yourself. Watch, the true Lord is about to appear. You should serve beings like us!'

A wind of misfortune swept by.

A beautiful object by

The calm could not be maintained. Father Pucci's eyes filled with tears. He looked up, and his eyes went blind instantly, for he witnessed a scene of gods descending. These gods were too advanced for even the Stand user's vision to comprehend.

Father Pucci was satisfied.

Yes, how could the "Master" be a mere human being? Don't Jotaro Kujo, Giorno Giovanna, and others possess such will and spirit? Yet they are still just insignificant humans.

This is the Lord he imagined, and even surpassed his imagination!

"I am your humble servant, your pastor, your shepherd. I live for you, and with just your command, I will create the paradise you desire, Lord!"

Father Pucci believed he had achieved his long-cherished wish.

"That's an exaggeration." Giorno chuckled. "However, I don't want to go through any more of this bullshit reincarnation nonsense. Don't you find the whole universe reboot thing a bit too boring?"

"Yes, the universe still has a long way to go. Even when it reaches the predetermined point where entropy increases to its limit, perhaps someone will have already developed the scientific research or ability to change the end of the Big Bang?"

Daigo took a deep breath, exhaled, and met Giorno's gaze across the distance, both revealing a long-lost smile.

He smiled easily.

"You're really amazing, Giorno. Yes, actually, Tiga was never a lone warrior. If there were no one he wanted to protect, no one to support him, even Ultraman Tiga would find it difficult to unleash his true power."

"However, there's no need to think about those things now. Although Xincheng and everyone else are gone, we have you new companions here now."

"So tell me, everyone, do you believe in fate?"

Clenching a fist, raising a hand, the left fist is raised high above the head in a powerful and resounding gesture. This is not only done by the Stand user, but also by their Stand, who respond in the same strong and forceful manner.

Giorno spat out a mouthful of blood: "From the very beginning, I have never believed in this bullshit fate."

"So, do you want your destiny?"

"From the very beginning, I didn't want any bullshit fate. To hell with all this fate, misfortune, and so-called gods!"

A thunderous response!

The answer wasn't just for Giorno Giovanna, but for everyone, except Father Pucci, everyone still alive on Earth today.

They all suffered a fixed fate, and they all encountered the same man named Daigo, who selflessly helped them.

Everyone, whether they were at Cape Canaveral or not, heard Daigo's question.

Giorno Giovanna took a step forward, his gaze resolute: "I believe in power, not just Tiga's power, but also the power of the Stand users, and the power of our own human will and spirit."

Daigo smiled and nodded, his voice not a shout, but a gentle tone as if everything had already settled: "Then let's do it."

His left hand was also clenched into a fist and raised high above his head. In that clenched palm, the Light Wand, which had somehow returned, was pressed down and burst forth with brilliant colors.

This color envelops the entire Earth and all the responding humans.

Billions of people felt a warm guidance at the same time.

Their courage, their spirit, and their will are also revealed in this guidance, showing that they are fearless in the face of the doomsday scene of four-digit gods descending, a scene of cataclysmic destruction.

Immediately, a stand-in appeared.

Daigo's Stand, and also Tiga's Stand.

On the earth, the 120-meter-tall Shining Tiga, behind him, appeared a Stand based on Tiga, surpassing all Stands such as Beyond Heaven, Requiem, and Special Evolution, limitless, breaking the laws of Stands, a truly invincible and omnipotent Stand.

That Stand was another Tiga, a Tiga with a three-minute time limit.

However, at this moment, this Stand Tiga was also radiating a brilliant golden light, and his body was no less than one hundred meters in size.

The next second, the Stand merged into Shining Tiga, and Shining Tiga, which was already 120 meters tall, suddenly became even larger, shining with golden light.

Farewell, all of fate and the gods.

fighting.

It was over before it even began.

Chapter 41 Juda: I'm the second son, hehe, I'm the second son.

The numerical values, mechanisms, and double superpositions that occurred in the JJ universe resulted in a glorious event of using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; nobody knows what that will happen.

Meanwhile, in the main universe of the Land of Light, someone was also letting out a scream no less devastating than that of the gods.

"Ugh!"

"I won't tell you... anything!"

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!"

They'll beat him senseless!

In the main universe of the Kingdom of Light, in a place unknown to anyone, lies the abode of Emperor Juda.

Once a powerful force, the Gua Empire, a power that rivaled both the Land of Light and the Emperor's Empire, now Juda's legs are bound, and he's hung upside down like a roast duck, swaying in the wind like sand.

It swayed back and forth like a bag.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch, you dare talk back? Old Deng, go get him and show him what you're made of!"

Pooh!

Already a scoundrel, Bei Laohei was ten times more scoundrel than usual at this moment, slinging the Ultimate Fighting Device crookedly over his shoulder. Now, he was in charge of things, thanks to Reiblood, who was finally able to get some fresh air.

Constantly pressuring Ray Brown to play more games isn't a good approach. Giving him some space occasionally can actually help strengthen the bond between the two players.

In the end, we've all been of one mind and body for almost 30,000 years. Even if we haven't enjoyed happiness together, we've certainly suffered together.

In fact, both Berlusconi and Rey Browne knew perfectly well that, regardless of their outwardly harsh words towards each other, deep down they both largely accepted each other.

Otherwise, given their personalities, there's no way they could have lived together for so long.

Of course, since their relationship was purely based on mutual benefit, any mutual recognition couldn't be revealed. Both shared a common goal: to completely drain the other, to utterly destroy them, and then burn even their remaining souls to ashes.

Things are different now.

Reibrando used to dream of restoring his former glory, but things are different now.

Look, a Kingdom of Light, an Empire of Emperor, a Kingdom.

Even though none of the three can compare to the power and influence he had at the peak of his rule over the entire universe, these three are nominally three different forces now, but due to Ultraman Kasa's various actions, they have been united into one force.

Even if he were at the peak of his career, he would still die with regrets.

He single-handedly changed the entire landscape of the Ultraman universe... Now that I think about it, if Reiblood had such a promising successor, he wouldn't have had to shamelessly cling to life for so long. Perhaps he would have been willing to sincerely hand over all his inheritance to that person.

Well, it's just a possibility, after all, I wasn't like I am now back then. After dealing with Old Man Bei for 30,000 years, my evil level has decreased significantly, and I'm much easier to talk to now.

In short, although he had previously invaded Behemoth's body, he wanted to use the possession tactic, to take over Behemoth's body, rebuild his own cosmic empire, achieve the ultimate sublimation, and live a second life.

But now that I think about it, it wasn't a big deal, right?

Others are obsessed with unifying the universe because they haven't experienced the feeling of being above everyone else, but Lao Lei has enjoyed it for a very long time. As for nostalgia, it's just so-so.

The desire to reunify the universe is partly driven by habit; since that's how they lived before, they want to live that way in the future.

Now, looking closely, living a different life in a second life doesn't seem so bad.