Great, we're doomed now!

Ye Shou looked up at her, but quickly looked back at the screen. He stood up and said in a calm but urgent tone, "A monster has appeared... no, it should be considered an alien. Triga can't handle it. Let's go together."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door without the slightest hesitation!

Carmilla stood rooted to the spot, neither moving nor speaking for a moment, while the shop assistant instinctively took a step back.

Dark mist rose from Carmilla's body, causing her skirt to flutter gently without wind. The edges of the off-white fabric began to turn black from the erosion of the dark energy.

Her fingers curled slightly, her nails digging into her palms, but her face remained expressionless.

- Swish!

This expensive white dress was transformed in the blink of an eye into a cool and glamorous black dress with a gold belt.

Carmilla took a deep breath and strode toward the door, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, each stomp clearly conveying her anger.

...The shop assistant huddled behind the counter until the two disappeared outside the door before daring to breathe heavily.

When he stood up, he was surprised to find several golden beans sitting on the table.

"Is this... a payment from the man?"

-

On the coastline, the golden giant looked down at Triga, one foot planted on his chest, looking down at the flashing red light, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"Is that all you've got? There isn't a single Ultraman on your planet who can fight you."

Having said that, he raised his foot, preparing to stomp down—

hum!

A dark golden light suddenly shone in the sky!

Snapped!

The long whip ripped through the air with a piercing shriek, striking Diablo hard in the chest. The speed was so fast that the little golden bull couldn't dodge it!

This move was particularly fierce; a string of sparks exploded on the golden armor, and the giant couldn't help but stagger in pain, being whipped to the side and crashing into the sand, creating a large crater.

"Aliens... It's not illegal to kill this thing, is it?" The graceful Carmilla landed smoothly, her eyes so cold they could radiate freezing light.

"Hey, don't forget you're an alien too, Miss Carmilla!" Ye Shou followed behind, arriving late.

Chapter 449: Parent-Child Bonds - Aurora Triga! (4K)

Triga struggled to his feet and looked up, just in time to witness Carmilla descending from the sky. She had shed her human form and returned to her original giant form, landing lightly on the beach. Her light whip cracked gently in her hand.

Diablo flipped himself to his feet, grimacing as he rubbed his chest, staring at the Dark Titan with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

He is a heavily armored warrior who prides himself on defense and durability. Just by looking at the style of his armor, you can tell how sturdy it is. In fact, both physical damage and energy attacks will be weakened by more than half by this layer of "Absolut Alloy".

Their "Absolute Clan" has far fewer high-end combatants than the Land of Light, but each one is exceptionally strong (high health and defense), so they often hold their own against multiple opponents.

However, Carmilla's blow hurt him a lot!

The attack seemed to penetrate his armor and outer defenses, striking his flesh directly...

Diablo looked down and saw a faint scorch mark on the golden armor... He squinted and re-examined the female giant before him.

"And who are you? Bayeli should be a man, right?"

When the name "Bayeri" was mentioned, Diablo did not show the same caution or even awe as Tartarus; instead, he was somewhat arrogant—an attitude that greatly displeased Carmilla.

Even though they are of the same race, Diavolo's personality is more "arrogant" than that of the golden statuette.

Although the latter enjoys traveling through time and causing trouble, repeatedly provoking powerful enemies, he actually understands the art of knowing when to advance and when to retreat. He never forces things when they are impossible, and he knows when to run away or when to back down, so he rarely suffers losses.

Diavolo, on the other hand, is arrogant and overconfident, and he doesn't take the Ultramen of the Land of Light seriously. No matter what problem he encounters, he always prefers to solve it with force. Therefore, he is like a bull and always suffers setbacks at the hands of those who are weaker than him.

For example, this time, Tartarus asked him to "take out Bayeri", and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all!

He's just some mysterious, wild Ultraman, let's take him down!

"Humph!"

Carmilla did not answer, but instead swung her light whip again.

This time it's faster and more ruthless!

Diablo clenched his fist, and numerous golden particles gathered on his forearm. These were the source of power for the Absolut clan, comparable to Ultraman's power of light.

He prepared to raise his hand to block, but the whip tip wrapped around his arm and precisely entangled his wrist. Carmilla pulled sharply, and Diavolo immediately lost his balance and staggered forward.

Then the second lash came, striking him squarely on the shoulder—

Snapped!

The third lash, the fourth lash, the fifth lash!

The light whip left afterimages in the air, each strike accompanied by dark lightning.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the ear-piercing thuds of whipping created a continuous sound, like some kind of violent electronic music, forcing Diablo to retreat repeatedly, with more and more scorch marks appearing on his armor!

"enough!"

Diablo roared, crossing his arms to protect his head and face, and charged forward, enduring the whip's blows. As he prepared to retaliate, his fists glowed red, but Triga rushed out and caught his fists firmly.

"Huh? Don't get in my way!"

Diablo's fist slammed into Triga's breastplate again, the dull thud sending up a cloud of sand on the beach.

However, Triga quickly adjusted his posture, gritted his teeth, and braced himself against the golden fist, carving two deep furrows in the sand with his feet to stop the attack. With a flash of red light, he switched to his Power Type, his beautifully sculpted muscles standing out prominently in the sunlight, and his strength increased significantly.

Diablo raised an eyebrow: "Oh? That's more like it."

At this point, Carmilla had paused her offensive, probably realizing that she couldn't inflict any real damage on her opponent. She was gathering her strength while looking for a better opportunity to strike.

The little golden bull retracted its arms and lowered its body slightly, then alternately threw out its fists, its movements quite methodical.

—His fighting skills are clearly superior to Teriga's.

There's nothing strange about that. All of Triga's techniques come from "heredity," so he can naturally master the basics of the ultimate techniques. For more advanced techniques, he has to go through his genetic memory and see if he can remember them at crucial moments.

Then, with the addition of sword-wielding martial arts, the combination of the two... is at least enough to deal with ordinary aliens.

But Diablo is a "master of his craft," and the Cosmic Beast Fist he specifically learned is far superior to human martial arts!

"You're too slow!"

Taurus's punches were fierce and his angles were tricky, but Triga did not back down. He knew that his fighting experience and skills were inferior to his opponent's, so he deliberately adopted a head-on stance to attract Diavolo to fight him.

Just as he expected, the little golden bull, seeing his invincible demeanor, was inspired to fight back with his own fists, abandoning fancy moves and feints, and engaging in a contest of strength!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Their fists collided repeatedly in mid-air, creating visible shockwaves.

Diablo's fist techniques are fierce and domineering. As a "warrior of the Absolut clan," he, like Tartarus, has golden particles on his body as a protective force field. When attacking, these particles explode in the form of golden light, increasing the damage to the target.

If it were an ordinary monster, it wouldn't need any other moves; just this punch with its built-in enhanced attributes would be enough to beat it to death!

But Triga's "power type" was no joke; his attacks were wide and sweeping, and his blocks were steady and powerful. For a time, he and Taurus were evenly matched.

'It looks like this is going to turn into a war of attrition.'

—Little Taurus glanced at Carmilla outside the battle circle during a break, his brows furrowed.

The female giant was constantly patrolling the perimeter, essentially "guarding the front," forcing him to always reserve some strength to deal with surprise attacks. This made him feel constrained in his fighting style, which was not his usual approach.

Moreover, his injuries haven't healed yet, and he's not in perfect condition right now; otherwise, he could easily crush Triga based on stats alone!

If it were someone else, since the battle was going in an unfavorable direction, they should have looked for an opportunity to disengage and make a victorious retreat, and if necessary, they could always get revenge next time.

But firstly, he didn't want Tartarus to laugh at him, and secondly...

His abilities told him that he wasn't without the resources to take a gamble!

"Power!" Diablo roared, and a phantom of a buffalo appeared on his fist, smashing it towards Triga with the force to split mountains and cleave seas.

Triga crossed his arms to take the hit head-on, and was forced back three steps by the impact, but did not fall!

Diablo's face darkened:

His prized Phantom Beast Fist, even its small-scale release, couldn't suppress this young Ultraman.

"Since that's the case!"

He roared, abandoning all martial arts techniques, and suddenly exerted force with both arms, pushing forward purely with brute force. Golden energy exploded on his body, like a bull charging with its horns raised.

"Well!"

Triga couldn't resist, his feet kept leaving the ground and he was pushed backward repeatedly.

Suddenly, the little golden bull raised its head, and its two horns knocked Triga to the ground!

—It was at the very moment that Triga fell and the little golden bull was completely exposed.

Carmilla's eyes flashed with golden light, and with a flick of her wrist, the light whip suddenly transformed into a dark golden lasso, drawing a perfect arc in the air and precisely looping around Diablo's neck.

"You like cosplaying as a cow so much? Then we'll tie you up and send you to the countryside to plow the fields!"

She tightened the lasso abruptly, and the high-density energy of the creation unleashed astonishing resilience. Diablo's neck snapped shut, and his mad bull-like momentum was abruptly halted.

He struggled to tear the noose off, but Carmilla's spell was unexpectedly powerful. The rope cut into his flesh as if it had become fused with his body. Forcibly pulling it off not only caused him a tearing pain, but also caused golden particles to leak out of his body...

Triga seized the opportunity to steady himself, grabbed Diablo's arms with both hands, and held them down firmly.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, firmly controlled the little golden bull. But Diablo roared, unable to tolerate this being toyed with any longer, and veins bulged on his face—

"Open it!"

He suddenly tilted his head back, his chest heaving violently, and let out a deafening roar.

The sound was not human, but rather a mixture of roars from a ferocious beast... Sure enough, a huge phantom beast appeared on Diablo's body!

It was a cosmic water buffalo, entirely crimson with burning golden flames, its four hooves treading the air, its horns as majestic as scimitars.

"Ok?"

"not good!"

Carmilla and Triga simultaneously felt a tremendous force strike them, causing the lasso to immediately come loose and their hands to be thrown apart.

The two of them took several steps back before regaining their balance.

Diablo was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

Although he absorbed this phantom beast, its form of existence was quite mystical, and it possessed a certain degree of will, never submitting to his control... Therefore, he often used the external form to unleash the wind of his fists, rarely using it to enhance his physical body or increase his stats, because that would require more precise control of his power.