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

“I can’t do it.” Fujimiya rejected it outright. “You can’t do it, you can’t do it, and neither can I, nor can we.”

This isn't a lack of self-confidence. Even Ultraman can clearly see the difference in strength between himself and the enemy. Many times, he fights out of necessity, not because he thinks he can win.

However, Fujimiya has by no means given up on the idea of ​​creating another miracle.

It's just a very simple principle.

When you can only rely on yourself, you must do everything you can to create a miracle. But if you have someone behind you, you can choose not to use a strategy that may not even succeed in creating a miracle.

It's like if there's only Gaia or Agul, you can only fight it out yourself, but when there are two Ultramen, you can choose to trust each other.

"But some people can do it."

"Until that light of hope returns, we will be the guardians of this world." (Free reading available on Qiushubang.com)

Us...?

Himeya Jun also looked up at the sky.

Can you see the day when the sky clears up again?

The light of hope, the Ultraman on whom the Ultramen place their trust... Will that person really come?

Chapter 450 The Final Battle of the Pseudo-Olives, Kassadin Returns!

From the day the first pseudo-Oscar defected, the sky over this world has been gray and gloomy.

But tonight's sky was more gloomy and eerie than the past few years combined, with mesmerizing purple lightning flashing intermittently.

The accompanying thunder sounded as if a monster large enough to devour the entire solar system was slowly opening its mouth.

There was no attack from the pseudo-Olympia, and no alien beasts appeared. It was the most peaceful night in years.

The impending storm, the harbinger of destruction—this obvious premonition weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

On the rooftop of the base headquarters, Masaki Keigo sneered and proudly raised his head: "Looks like you're getting impatient. You've been scared into shrinking back by me, the strongest human genius who is among the best in the multiverse. You only dare to show your face in front of me when you launch the grand offensive tomorrow? How foolish, you weak pseudo-Oscars!"

"Uh..." I hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping myself, wanting to stop but speaking again.

The reason is that the Dark Ones, led by Dark Zagi and the Pseudo-Father of Ultra, have learned through Zero's arrival and the activation of the Dark Legend's power that protects this universe from being discovered and entered that the true Land of Light has discovered the situation here and is launching a full-scale attack.

In order to face the Land of Light in its strongest form, it has begun to implement some enhancement measures in the Dark Realm. Once it is completed, it will go all in and wipe out humanity in this world in one fell swoop, and then go and destroy the Land of Light in the main universe.

When that time comes, these guys will be able to do whatever they want.

Oh well, Masaki Keigo is indeed a member of the Ultra Warriors now, and he is one of them. It's not impossible to say that it's because of the pressure he brings. As long as he's happy.

“Sitting idly by and waiting for death is not my style,” Masaki Keigo said again. “Do you want to wait until Ultraman Kasa returns from some unknown world before becoming the savior of this world? This time, no time was agreed upon, and nobody knows whether he can come back in time.”

"of course not."

I shook my head. "Leaving aside Dark Zagi and the Pseudo-Father of Ultraman for now, we should at least break into the Dark Territory and rescue the coerced victims of the Zarab aliens."

Although the Zarab aliens helped create the fake Ultras, they were ultimately coerced. Moreover, they were only one link in the fake Ultra production line. The key points were the Dark Legend, Dark Zagi, and the River of Oblivion. Furthermore, the Zarab aliens did manage to atone for their sins by sending out information, so their crimes did not warrant death.

The crimes they committed under duress will be judged once everything has settled down, but salvation is a must.

If we don't rescue them now, the Zarab aliens will either be wiped out when Dark Zagi emerges from seclusion, or they will be hidden deeper to help create more pseudo-Ultras. Either way, it's not good.

On one side, even the non-scientists, the Babar aliens, were astonished: "Hey, can we find an entry point into the Dark Realm?"

No, even he, a Dark Alien, couldn't find a trace of that thing!

"Hmph, what are you questioning?" Masaki Keigo looked up disdainfully. "Guys who don't understand scientific research are really useless. You think you can stump us with such a small difficulty? Just wait and see, it'll be over by tomorrow!"

With the combined efforts of three of the strongest geniuses—Fujimiya Masaki Keigo—one night was enough to produce a one-time-use technological artifact to assist in finding and penetrating the Dark Realm.

Austrian scientists, the bigger their ideas, the more valuable their technology. Nobody's kidding you.

As for tomorrow's sudden entry into the Dark Territory, will it lead to the Pseudo-Ultraman and Alien Beasts intensifying their attacks?

There's no point in even considering that anymore.

Today, they've already sent Izumaru and the other alien beasts to directly destroy the headquarters. Their ruthless attitude is clear. Do they really think that if they stop here, the other side will cease hostilities?

At this point, given the intensity of the situation, taking the initiative is far better than being forced to fight back.

Iya and Masaki Keigo exchanged a glance, nodded to each other, and returned to the research lab. (The latest chapters are updated quickly on the book request website.)

They weren't just here to chat; they were simply building up their ideas about this technology in their minds. Chatting was just a side thing. Now that they had a clear plan, they would naturally go back and get started immediately.

Meanwhile, in the Night Raid Team's meeting room, which wasn't on the rooftop, Saijo Nagi, who had been endlessly flipping through various documents, was already numb.

She desperately wanted to object and deny the information, but unfortunately, she couldn't.

Everything else is fine, but the TAK team and these two teams are the problem. The former, Yamanaka members, are constantly arguing with Hokuto Seiji and even agree with Hipporito's demand to hand over Ultraman Ace, who is protecting Earth.

The latter, Hiroya Fujimiya, obtained his Ultra Power from the Earth itself and even attempted to exterminate humanity, making him a true enemy of humankind.

No matter how much a fake Ultraman tries to fake it, he can't fake these two things, especially the part about the Big Dipper. If it were a real fake Ultraman, the entire TAK team would have been wiped out long ago.

Before the original fake Ultraman defected, there were already some people in the public who questioned it for the sake of traffic, and then not long after, those people were attacked and killed by the alien beasts.

Looking at the deaths of these people after the first generation of fake Ultras turned against them, it becomes clear that this was the petty act of revenge by the fake Ultras.

But the real Ace would never do such a thing. He would only have an unyielding passion, be friends with everyone, and forgive the mindless and aggressive behavior of the other members of Team Tucker time and time again.

Saijo Nagi looked at the Yamanaka team member who was munching on his rice not far away with a strange expression: "...Were you this kind of person before?"

"Can't you tell?" The mountain team member shrugged. "Don't worry, one day you'll become like me."

"Let's talk about it someday when I'm still alive," Saijo Nagi sneered. "Tomorrow's attack, I'll fly faster and farther than you."

"What, you've seen reality clearly, but you don't want to accept it and are trying to die on the battlefield?"

"—If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute, and you have no right to try to figure me out!"

"A grumpy old woman, tsk."

The team members waved their hands, saying nothing more, because there was no need to say anything more.

In tomorrow's battle, he will fly alongside Saijo Nagi's fighter jet. He wants to see if this menopausal old woman can still die under his supervision.

Seeing Saijo Nagi was like seeing his immature self back then, who had endless doubts about Hokuto and even wanted to hand Ace over.

If he could escort Saijo Nagi to peacetime and change that wretched woman's bad temper, then he would have done a great deed.

Friends all over the world, hey, if that's the case, then he'll have truly fulfilled the wish that Beidou once left behind!

at the same time.

In the training room some distance from the conference room, Goro Mujin was also working out intensely, along with members of D and the Youth Elite Team.

"I see, it's a Chaos head modeled after Ultraman Cosmos... Because I've had a similar experience before, I'm least surprised by the fake Ultraman."

"While that's true, we absolutely hate these fake Olympics the most."

Exhaling as he flexed his arms, Team Member Kaze exhaled, “Cosmos… no, not just Cosmos, all Ultraman are so gentle. Even Chaos’s head only imitated Cosmos’s form because it admired Cosmos’s power. But these fake Ultramen are deliberately defiling it.”

"However, I see no chance of winning." Goroki Makoto, whose veins were bulging from training, described the reality he saw.

"Yes." Including Kaito Toma, the members of Team D all shared the same opinion: "Someone will bring victory. As long as we can hold on, everything will be fine then."

"So confident? The enemy is incredibly numerous, and there are even things like the fake Father of Ultra and Dark Zagi."

"If you've ever seen the genuine product, you won't have this concern."

D and the youth elite team were completely in agreement on this point, and they smiled at each other.

The former had seen Reiblood's Star Beasts and Demon Gods, while the latter had seen the Black Dragon King and the Giga Endora. These were terrifying beings beyond human imagination, but in the face of the main universe's all-out attack, all of them were doomed to defeat.

They don't even need to send out their entire force.

"Then let me—phew, look forward to it!"

Mizoroki Shinya longed for that ultimate power that had been depicted.

On this night, many people suffered from insomnia, but this time, the insomnia did not affect their physical strength or mental state. Their adrenaline was surging at all times, and everyone was ready to go early the next morning.

The truth about the real and fake Olympics has been announced to the world, but how many people believe it, or how many are willing to believe it, is unknown.

There was no direct announcement that a counter-invasion of the Dark Territory would be carried out the following day. Instead, it was stated that all citizens were no longer required to act like normal people according to the demands set by the pseudo-O.

Everyone can hide in a shelter.

Then, they either wait for salvation or for bad news, being erased by the pseudo-Olympians.

There is no need for an uncertain future anymore.

A life-or-death battle, a fight to the death!

Under the overcast sky, all non-combat personnel came out to see them off, including the last few surviving high-ranking officers. Their gazes swept over each other, and they took a deep breath: "Everything is entrusted to you. Youpin."

The response was silent; the combat personnel simply gave each other resolute looks, put on their helmets, and boarded the cockpit.

Having spent the same night having a heart-to-heart talk with Zero, Kazuki Komon now takes out the Zero Glasses and transforms for the first time into his full-fledged 49-meter height.

Masaki Keigo activated the instrument he had been working on all night, causing the sky to shatter and revealing a path leading to the dark realm. He then transformed along with Meyume and Fujimiya, leading the way and flying towards that place first.

The Babar aliens wanted to stay at the back and fish in the mud to avoid danger, but they were grabbed by the fiercely determined Guregor aliens as soon as they made their move and rushed to the front.

"Waaaaaahh ...

Behind the shouting Babar, the Kot team, the Ultra Guard team, the team, the Tucker team, the Seth team, the Victory team, the Super Victory team, the D team, and the Youth Elite team all took off together.

Declare war on the dark realms!

"boom!"

Using the items transmitted by the Zarab aliens as their aura, they opened a passage to the location where the Zarab aliens were located in one go. When everyone entered, they saw a hellish scene.

This is an alternate dimension created by humans. High-temperature magma of different colors flows in the sky, and the ground is covered with blood and corpses, mainly from dead humans, covering large areas of the ground.

On these corpses and congealed blood, all sorts of alien beasts wriggled and devoured each other, while also eyeing the non-alien beast beings like the Zarab aliens with predatory intent, ready to pounce and devour them in one gulp at any moment.

If it weren't for some pseudo-Os acting as guards nearby to intercept and stop them, the Zarab aliens would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

These pseudo-Os, acting as guards, treated the Zarab alien prisoners poorly. Whenever they felt like it, they would bite and beat them, leaving layers upon layers of scars on the latter's bodies over time.

The only advantage the pseudo-Ultramen have over the Alien Beasts is that at least they know to spare the lives of the Zarab aliens, but that's all.

In the Dark Realm, these pseudo-Ultramens don't need to present the appearance and temperament of Ultraman as they do on Earth. Instead, they directly reveal their true nature: ferocious fangs, bodies covered in the flesh and blood of alien beasts, and shrouded in black mist.

The entire dark realm was constantly filled with indescribable cries and screams, emanating from the [River of Oblivion].