Great, we're doomed now!

"Hmm? What do you mean by 'unexpectedly'?"

Dagon turned to look for the person who had spoken earlier, snorted coldly, and then said, "But everyone knows that the [Eternal Core] is a huge bomb that can be triggered if you're not careful... so we have to be cautious and try not to provoke it."

"That's true, but what should we do?"

"Therefore, I suggest—"

Dagon glanced at Carmilla, a hint of helplessness and relief in his eyes: "Just like before, let Carmilla and Bayeri go together, and let the two of them take Triga back."

"!"

Carmilla suddenly looked up, surprised, at Dagon, who laughed heartily, appearing quite nonchalant.

"I just don't know if you're willing to make a sacrifice for the greater good."

"...Hmph, I don't care."

Carmilla crossed her arms and turned her head away: "For me, it's the same no matter which era I live in. In fact, I would feel uncomfortable living in the modern world. But if it's for the greater good, I'll do it if someone asks me for help—"

Why is it served?

Dagon frowned: "Fine, since that's the case, I won't force you. I'll partner with Bayeri. Anyway, I can use the power of darkness."

"Damn it! That kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable!"

Carmilla immediately objected: "I will do it, or rather, please let me do it! Only I can merge with the Light of Bayeri!"

clap~

"Congratulations~" Yusa clapped her hands lightly, drawing everyone's attention to Carmilla.

—Then she glared back at me fiercely.

"..."

"Then, everyone... let's meet again on Earth thirty million years from now."

Dagon glanced at Carmilla again, as if saying goodbye or giving a blessing: "Be more frank, Carmilla... I hope that when we meet again, you will be gentler than you are now."

-

"You've reached the end of your rope, dark giant. Do you think you can protect this supreme power all by yourself?"

"Enough talk... cough! Come on if you dare!"

Tartarus, resembling a miniature golden statue, hovered in mid-air in front of the Eternal Core, his golden armor gleaming with a luxurious yet sinister light in the dim space.

Dagon stood in front of the core, his arms crossed in front of him, but the timer on his chest had already lit up red. His body was covered in wounds, but his aura remained violent.

"You think you can stop me?" Tartarus said indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, a fish-scale-like spindle-shaped flash of light shot out swiftly, flashing past at an extremely fast speed.

Bang!

Dagon crashed heavily against the rock wall, sending rocks tumbling down... but he struggled to his feet and stood up once more.

"Damn it... If only I weren't still injured!" Dagon roared, his fists gathering crimson flames as he charged towards Tartarus.

But the other party simply dodged to the side and struck him in the chest with a backhand, sending Dagong flying backward again, crashing to the ground and sliding hundreds of meters away.

...The gap in hard power is obvious.

In the past, enemies were either technologically advanced, possessed powerful beam attacks, or had extremely high physical stats, but no matter what, it was always possible to find a way to defeat them by targeting their specific characteristics.

Tartarus, however, was different—

He is a flawless, all-around warrior!

Moreover, every single one of its edges is stronger than that of Ultraman Dagon!

"Stubborn fellow, here you go!"

He slowly brought his hands together, and golden, destructive energy gathered in his palms, forming a distorted halo of light. The destructive waves swept through the entire space and blasted towards Dagon, who was unable to get up.

Dagon closed his eyes, bracing for the impact, but just as the light wheel was about to strike—

hum!

[Eternal Core] The space in front of us suddenly distorted and the scenery reversed, as if time had been forcibly pulled back to the past.

At the same time, three figures emerged from the distorted image. They seemed to have been prepared all along; sensing the approaching danger, without uttering a word, all three simultaneously raised their hands and unleashed beams of light they had been gathering for a long time—

hum!

"Finger Spark!"

"Zepelion Ray!"

"Dirashum Light Stream!"

Dark purple, pure white, and crimson rays intertwined and crashed into Tartarus's destructive energy.

"What?!"

boom--!

The deafening roar of the energy collision reverberated through the air, the shockwave spreading outwards, shattering rock walls and sending debris flying everywhere.

Instead of repelling each other, the three different types of light resonated in a special way, unleashing a power far greater than that of a single beam. Tartarus's attack was completely neutralized and even swept back in!

Chapter 446: You, go and kill Bayeli! (4K)

Tartarus was thrown into the air by the shockwave and tumbled twice before regaining his balance.

He hovered in mid-air, his golden armor still dazzling in the dim light, though his once composed demeanor now held a hint of stiffness. He glanced down at his slightly trembling right hand, then looked up at the fading pillar of light in the distance, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

"here we go again."

He muttered to himself, his tone filled with barely suppressed frustration.

His luck these days has really been bad. As a powerful being who can freely travel through time and space, his survival ability should be even greater than his combat power. Even if he encounters an opponent stronger than him, he can retreat with ease. This gives him the confidence to cause trouble recklessly in various timelines.

However, during this period, firstly, while easily defeating two elite monsters, a super fusion occurred, causing the monster to summon the "Warrior of the Great Cosmic Will". Later, while doing an adventure quest, he encountered a god-like incarnation of light. When he and his minions were about to take a gamble, he looked up and saw a max-level demon king with red eyes and a red cloak standing in front of him...

As for how many Ultramen he encountered during this process, all wearing the protagonist's halo and changing skins as frequently as eating and drinking, that's another matter entirely.

Jianwu and Triga often complain about working too much overtime and fighting too frequently, but if they could see the past record of this little golden man, they would definitely be speechless.

—Perhaps realizing that his luck was getting worse, Tartarus decided to take a break for a while, recover from his injuries in a parallel world, and then return.

Jumping to the current timeline was an unexpected surprise for him, because the [Eternal Core] was right here, and its energy was no less powerful than the Plasma Spark Tower of the Land of Light. Moreover, there were no ruthless figures like Father of Ultra or King of Ultra guarding this place.

He was quite confident in himself if he were only dealing with an immature Triga and a Dagon who was all brawn and no brains.

Having finally encountered two wild Ultramen with no family or friends, I thought things would finally go smoothly this time—

And then someone else came to cause trouble!

How come even wild animals are related?

"Ugh!"

Tartarus took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration, and looked up at the three figures emerging from the light, a calm smile returning to his face.

"Ultraman... even if they weren't born in the Land of Light, this race is still incredibly lucky," he murmured, his tone ambiguous, neither praising nor mocking.

In fact, the life level of the "Absolut" clan is no less than that of Ultraman, and their high-end combat power is also similar. However, due to the deterioration of their living environment, their overall strength has declined significantly. Although they seem to be strong now, they are on the verge of collapse.

Even a powerful alien like the Baltans would be forced to wander without a home planet, and if they cannot find a suitable new home soon, they will become space refugees.

(Actually, he was even worse off than Baltan, because when Absolut was at his peak, he was tough and domineering, and had few friends in the universe, but many were willing to kick him when he was down.)

If they had to say, the Land of Light was actually one of the very few people who could offer them help... and then they decided to "take" it themselves.

From Tartarus's perspective, he didn't know what his clan had done wrong to end up in this state, and after thinking about it, he could only attribute it to "bad luck".

Therefore, he both loves and hates the Land of Light, which has "strong luck".

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the outlines of the three figures became clearer. The figure in the middle was tall and composed, while on the left and right stood a graceful, dark-gold figure and a vigorous, spirited figure, respectively.

Three people? No problem.

Taking on multiple opponents is not difficult for him. As long as they are not those monsters that transcend dimensions, even if he encounters an Ultimate Ultra with full buffs, he can choose to win and retreat if he cannot defeat it.

Tartarus spread his arms wide, his posture elegant and composed, as if he were not standing on a battlefield, but on a stage receiving the attention of an audience.

"I am Tartarus of the Absolut race, the ultimate life form!" His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "Traversing countless times and spaces, I seek the power of the universe's origin—"

He stopped abruptly when his gaze fell on the face of the figure in the middle.

The face wasn't unfamiliar; to be precise, he had heard of this person and seen this face in legends from more than one time and space—sometimes as a stone statue, sometimes as a mural, and occasionally as a clear image.

But this is indeed my first time.

"!"

Tartarus's pupils contracted slightly, and the smile on his lips froze for half a second.

Then he turned around!

There was no hesitation, no probing, and not even any harsh words.

A golden vortex immediately opened behind him, and scorching light flowed across the door frame. Without waiting for anyone to stop him, he stepped inside. The vortex rapidly contracted behind him, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only a faint whisper remained, echoing in the air—

"Hmph, there's plenty of time in the future. I'll let you go for now."

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

"?"

"what happened?"

Triga remained in a half-squatting position, one hand supporting Dagon's back, the other holding Baal's weapon, the tip of the sword pointing to the sky. He stared blankly in the direction where the golden figure had disappeared, momentarily unable to react.

"He... ran away?" Jianwu's consciousness asked.

"It seems so." Triga's tone was equally uncertain.

Dagon leaned against Triga, his body emitting a faint smoke. The red markings on his skin had faded considerably. He barely opened his eyes, glanced at the spot where the little golden man had disappeared, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"They run fast, though."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and his consciousness began to blur. He felt his body becoming lighter, his giant form crumbling, and he began to transform into inorganic matter—that is, turn into a stone statue.

That doesn't mean complete death for the giants, but at the very least, it would be a period of dormancy lasting tens of thousands of years.

"Dagon!" Triga quickly tightened his arms, holding the lifeless red giant firmly in his arms.