Great, we're doomed now!

"It's alright, it's just overexertion. Fortunately, his body is quite robust."

Ye Shou bent down to carefully examine Dagong's injuries and nodded slightly: "He should be fine."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the timer on Dagon's chest and transformed into Dark Radiance form. As dark red light continued to flow in, Dagon's aura stabilized, and the color on his body slowly became more prominent again.

Carmilla stood to the side, looking down at Dagon's injuries and Ye Shou, who was treating him. She couldn't help much. Her lips were tightly pursed, her fingers were slightly curled, and dark golden energy was dancing at her fingertips, which she suppressed again and again, as if to show the unease in her heart.

“That golden guy,” she finally spoke, her voice as cold as ice, “I will find him.”

She raised her head and looked in the direction where the little golden man had disappeared. There was no anger in her eyes, only a cold, almost icy killing intent.

"No matter which time or space he hides in!"

With your strength, you're probably no match for him—Ye Shou remained silent.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on the spot where the golden statuette had disappeared, his brows furrowed slightly.

He was recalling that brief moment of eye contact.

Tartarus's reaction upon seeing him was unusual; it wasn't surprise, nor was it wariness, but rather—

It's clear.

It was as if they already knew of his existence, but they didn't expect to encounter him so soon... Moreover, that guy's retreat was too decisive, so smooth that it was as if he had rehearsed it beforehand.

Ye Shou gently shook his head, temporarily suppressing these thoughts.

He withdrew the dark energy and instead unleashed a golden ripple that flowed from his palm and slowly seeped into his chest.

"Well!"

Dagong groaned, the wound on his chest clearly visible.

"Thanks." Dagon breathed a sigh of relief, his complexion looking much better.

Ye Shou nodded and stood up.

"Let's go back first," he said. "We'll talk about the rest later."

……

The deep sea was pitch black, devoid of light and sound, with only the cold seawater flowing slowly, carrying fine sand and churning silently in the darkness.

hum!

A golden vortex suddenly split open, and Tartarus stepped out of it, feeling reassured as his feet touched the hard rocks.

The vortex contracted behind him and disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowing even the last glimmer of light into darkness.

He stood still, and after a few seconds let out a soft breath: "Good, they didn't catch up!"

Tartarus raised his right hand and glanced at it; his fingertips were still trembling slightly, partly from the injury and partly from the tension of that moment. He slowly clenched and unclenched his fist, repeating this several times to suppress the lingering tension.

"Ultraman Bayeri... he's here." He murmured the name, so quietly that only he could hear it.

—I've had such bad luck these days!

It's not that he's not strong enough, it's just that this thing simply isn't on his side.

He had seen too many powerful individuals. Some were cultivated, some were born at the top, and some—their origins and strengths were shrouded in mystery, and even their very existence was shrouded in mystery.

Bayeri is the last type.

Such beings rarely appear casually. Sometimes they require a specific medium to descend, and sometimes they walk through the universe in some "initial" or "basic" form, remaining silent and unassuming. But once you provoke them and meet the conditions for their arrival... the consequences are unimaginable.

He had seen it with his own eyes, so he dared not underestimate it!

Moreover, he is still recovering from his old injuries and is far from his peak condition. To confront someone of that level head-on would be not brave but foolish.

"Let's gather information about this world first. I clearly saw the statue before but didn't pay attention to it. I was too careless." Tartarus muttered to himself, then suddenly seemed to remember something, his gaze sweeping aimlessly across the darkness as he began to observe his surroundings.

"...Hmm? Isn't he here?"

He clearly had a companion who stayed here to recover from his injuries, but now he's nowhere to be found.

Bang!

Just then, the seawater trembled. It wasn't an earthquake, but the aftershocks of some enormous object striking the ground, faint but clear.

Tartarus raised an eyebrow and moved swiftly, immediately stealthily moving in the opposite direction of the vibration.

There is no light in the deep sea, but he doesn't need light. Energy perception is more reliable than sight, and he can clearly feel the energy fluctuations coming from ahead—there is a monster!

There is another powerful energy source, which, like him, carries the extraordinary aura that only ultimate life forms possess.

Tartarus quickened his pace, passing through an underwater canyon, and the view before him gradually came into view:

A colossal sea monster lay among the rocks, its shell shattered, its dark green blood staining the surroundings. Its body was still twitching slightly, but it had lost all ability to resist, left only with a death throes.

In front of the monster, a figure covered in golden armor slowly retracted its fist.

The figure was a size taller than Tartarus, with a very robust physique and clearly defined muscles visible beneath his armor. Most striking were the two curved bull horns on his head, thick and sharp, gleaming with a dark golden luster in the darkness.

Little Golden Bull—Diavolo!

Tartarus stopped at a distance, not approaching immediately, but instead sized up his companion.

Diablo glanced down at the monster at his feet, then raised his foot and gently crushed it on the head. The muffled sound of bones cracking echoed in the water, and the monster fell completely still.

"Too weak!" Diablo withdrew his foot, his tone full of disappointment. "None of the natives on this planet are any good fighters."

He shook the blood off his fist and turned around to see a familiar golden figure in the darkness in the distance.

“Tartarus?” Diablo raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on? He doesn’t look like he’s taken the [Eternal Core]. Did you fail?”

"..."

Tartarus slowly approached, standing on a protruding rock, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far from Diablo.

"Something unexpected happened," he said calmly. "We ran into a troublesome guy and had to retreat for the time being."

Diablo's eyes, hidden beneath his horns, narrowed slightly upon hearing this: "Trouble? You find it troublesome too?"

“You don’t understand.” Tartarus shook his head, offering no further explanation. “Anyway, let’s gather intelligence first. This planet isn’t so simple.”

"I can't tell."

Diablo snorted and kicked the monster's corpse at his feet.

“Your weakness is your excessive pride, Diablo.” Tartarus’s gaze passed over the little golden bull, looking towards the dark sea in the distance. “There are far more powerful beings in this universe than you and I can imagine!”

Diablo tilted his head, his horns drawing an arc in the darkness.

"Whatever, I just need to find an energy source to heal my injuries... Damn, this injury is too stubborn!"

Tartarus glanced at him but didn't reply.

He simply turned around and looked up at the endless sky above the sea, his golden pupils gleaming faintly in the darkness.

Intelligence! We need intelligence!

He wouldn't act rashly before then—

"Oh right... I have a plan that, if all goes well, will allow me to securely obtain the [Eternal Core]."

But before that, there's a small problem that needs to be solved. It's not difficult, just a bit risky, and I'm not available right now... I might need your help."

"Hmph! Who do you think you're talking to? Do you think I'd be afraid of a mere 'risk'? Hahaha~"

"That's good. Next—"

Tartarus turned to look at the little golden bull and said seriously, "You, go and kill Bayeri!"

Chapter 447: Afraid to come out and see me? (4K)

The commercial street was bustling with people, their steps hurried. Although most of them were people who came to shop on the holiday, the fast pace of modern life kept them moving, their shadows flashing across the ground like a comic strip.

Carmilla stood on the street, her short silver hair shimmering in the sunlight. Her off-white dress with dark gold embellishments stood out among the casual and business attire that filled the street.

She crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, and surveyed the surrounding high-rise buildings with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, but more so with a critical eye. Her posture was like that of a goddess descended from ancient Greece to the modern era.

Passersby slowed down, their eyes involuntarily falling on the woman who seemed to have stepped out of a myth.

--beauty.

The Japanese are an overly "reserved" people. Compared to bright and elegant beauties, they prefer petite and delicate types. This preference is reflected in all aspects of life. Therefore, the word they use most often is "cute." Unless it is the kind of beauty that has a captivating impact, they rarely use such a straightforward description as "beautiful."

But that aloof, silver-haired woman can only be described as "beautiful," because she has no regal air about her and is far from cute. She was not born to be praised, but to be subservient to.

Is it cosplay?

As a country with a large subculture, encountering cosplayers on the street is not unusual, but there shouldn't be any anime conventions around here.

Some people secretly took out their phones and pressed the shutter, while others opened their mouths as if to go up and make a conversation, but then retreated timidly halfway through—when those golden eyes swept over, even if it was just casual, an invisible pressure spread, making people afraid to get close.

"Excuse me, thank you."

Ye Shou walked out from behind her, holding two newly bought drinks.

— The attention of passersby was immediately diverted.

The man, who can now be called a "young man," was wearing a simple dark coat. He wouldn't normally stand out in a crowd, but his face, which even movie stars would envy, and his composed demeanor still made many people linger on him for a few more seconds.

It's a rare combination of handsome men and beautiful women!

And it's all-natural!

—Some people were even moved, more delighted than seeing a big-name celebrity.

Idol stars in this era have become products of the industrial assembly line. Whether it is appearance, personality, or behavior, they all have a strong "artificial" flavor, and pure beauties are becoming increasingly rare.

Whether it's Carmilla or Ye Shou, it's obvious that there's no makeup on their faces. They're already quite eye-catching on their own, and the two of them together are even more pleasing to the eye.

As a result, the streets gradually became congested, and everyone would pretend to glance at it casually, until eventually they stopped trying to hide it altogether...

Ye Shou glanced around and sighed softly:

It's probably not just about his looks; the "smile" keywords he chose also play a role, inevitably increasing his presence... And once noticed, his inherent charm causes a stir.

"It's getting noisier and noisier." Carmilla looked around, wondering why there were so many people, as she didn't know much about humans.

"Yes, then let's go somewhere else."

Ye Shou turned to the side and naturally took Carmilla's wrist—

"Huh?" Carmilla was taken aback, but did not resist. The female giant, who weighed tens of thousands of tons, was as light as she looked, and lightly touched her toes to keep up with Ye Shou's pace.

Leading her through the crowd, Ye Shou pushed open the door of a roadside coffee shop.