I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

It burst forth from nothing, appearing on and beneath the bodies and feet of all the defined "friendly" entities!

Ultraman Seven's massive, crimson body shuddered violently!

His depleted energy core was as if it had been infused with a life-giving spring from the underworld, and its warning-like rapid beating slowed down.

A violent torrent of destructive plasma crashed against him, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound and a hissing sound of energy annihilation.

But it was like scraping Seven's skin; it couldn't inflict any more damage.

The entire Panlong spaceship was also tightly enveloped by a gentle yet indestructible red glowing shield.

Inside the cabin, the crew felt a warm current instantly flow into their limbs and bones, as if the source of their life had been injected with immortal nectar, and the suffocation and pain they had just experienced vanished.

The other Ultra Warriors could also sense the incomprehensible, pure power of the Law of Life Protection that had been bestowed upon them.

Although there is no direct physical damage bonus, the terrifying boost to the inherent resilience of life is unmistakable.

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"What?!?!"

Before Belial's sharp, incredulous question had even completely faded, the atmosphere of the entire Monster Graveyard had already been completely turned upside down!

One second it was a suffocating abyss of despair, the next second—under the protection of the underworld.

A powerful life force and an unbreakable protective force rise up from each ally, and the flame of hope is ignited in the silent graveyard!

"Yoshi—that was great, little girl!!" Dyna, who had been knocked to the ground by Belial's energy blast, sprang back to her feet with a smooth, fish-like leap.

He gave a thumbs-up to Ereshkigal, whose blonde hair was fluttering in the air, his voice and movements full of energy.

With his defense just maxed out, he felt better than ever before! He could fight Belial for another three hundred rounds!

The original Ultraman stood calmly to the side, as steady as a mountain.

The pair of pure white eyes, symbolizing kindness and wisdom, looked at Ai Lei and nodded slowly and gently.

Without a word, the spiritual ripples conveyed were filled with the elder's heartfelt recognition and gratitude for the younger generation's powerful strength.

"Thank you!!" Mebius's energetic young voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

This greatly increases their chances of reclaiming the Plasma Spark! He gripped the burning Mebium Aura tightly, his fighting spirit soaring!

A buzzing sound erupted from the Panlong's public communication channel, accompanied by the crew's incredulous cheers!

“Ohh ...

First Mate Kumano's roar made the communicator buzz, "What kind of god-level defense is this?! I thought I was going to die just now!"

He looked at the shield index displayed on the bridge screen, which had miraculously broken through all physical limits, and the life force surging within his body, and his face turned red with excitement!

Haruna Jun's face was filled with shock and awe, her voice trembling slightly: "A goddess... truly a goddess! She protected us..."

The most excited of all was Oki Koichi, a scholar who studies monsters and legends!

He was practically pressed against the porthole, his eyes gleaming with a fanatical light, as if he had discovered a new universe.

The voice became shrill with excitement and the ecstasy brought on by knowledge:

“Ereshkigal!!!” he almost screamed the name.

"He is the chief god of Mesopotamian mythology, who rules the underworld, controls death, and is also seen as the force that gives birth to the earth!!"

Oki felt that all his life's learning had been finally proven at this moment!

"No wonder! No wonder she can wield such incredible power in this monster graveyard! This is her domain!"

Hinata Hiroshi's gaze pierced through the bridge porthole, closely following the golden figure in the air that exuded an awe-inspiring divine power.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of ecstasy, relief, and boundless reverence, surged within him:

"The true goddess has descended... How fortunate we are!"

The blonde girl, once considered "in need of protection," is now—divinely declared, her authority revealed!

Amidst the cheers of the soldiers, the astonishment of the scholars, and the boundless gratitude of the ordinary people.

Ereshkigal, the supreme goddess of the Mesopotamian underworld, has ignited a new battle in a desperate situation with her very existence!

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In mid-air, Ereshkigal's eyes, burning with divine golden flames, swept over the Ultra Warriors and humans cheering for her below.

When Dyna shouted, "Yoshi—you did a fantastic job, little girl!!"

Her perfectly sculpted profile, which had appeared absolutely cold due to the release of divine power, seemed to tremble almost imperceptibly.

Those eyes, burning with divine golden flames, turned downwards to Ultraman Dyna, who was giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up, radiating energy...

The corners of his mouth turned down very subtly, by a fraction of a millimeter.

…A little…little girl?! This reckless giant! I am the tens of thousands-year-old Lord of the Underworld!!

Chapter 60 Wrath of God vs. Wrath of Destruction (Part 1)

"Little... girl?!"

This title, like the finest yet most piercing thorn, precisely struck the heart of the goddess who had just unleashed her divine power and reigned supreme over the graveyard!

The majesty of the Underworld God, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, was uttered so lightly by a foolish giant of light, as if praising the neighbor's child?!

This—this hot-blooded giant! Didn't he hear me declare my true name?!

This goddess is Ereshkigal! The supreme goddess of the Mesopotamian underworld!!! Not some wild girl from the street corner!!

A strong sense of being "offended" and frustrated by a cognitive misalignment instantly surged into her heart.

It was a unique anger that belonged to the "goddess Ereshkigal" rather than the "human girl Halonia," a anger that stemmed from the disrespect shown to her dignity.

This frustration had nowhere to go, so it could only be forcibly suppressed.

But this intense emotional fluctuation was clearly reflected in the weapon she gripped tightly in her hand—

Buzz! Buzz—!

The golden scale spear, which appeared faintly in the void and symbolized the final judgment authority of the underworld, trembled a few times.

The gun emitted a faint yet clear hum, as if silently resonating with the suppressed emotion...

The sense of shame, indignation, and frustration that a "god" should feel—the kind of feeling one would have to be furious about!

In the depths of Ai Lei's eyes, which burned with divine golden flames, the rhythm of the flickering firelight seemed to be disrupted for a moment by the intense emotions she was suppressing.

"...Tsk. Considering your current high morale... and that you're genuinely working towards defeating Belial..."

She turned her head away, her voice so low it was almost a whisper to herself: "This goddess will let bygones be bygones for now..."

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Unlike the harmonious atmosphere here, Belial gripped the Ultimate Fighting Device tightly, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

That attack, which was enough to seriously injure an Ultra Warrior, was actually blocked and completely eliminated by that strange red sea of ​​flowers!

This was completely beyond his understanding of "power"!

That meddlesome little bug he scorned actually possessed such power!

"Ereshkigal...?!"

Beria's voice was like metal scraping against rough rock, filled with shock, confusion, and offended rage.

"What kind of cosmic joke is this! This graveyard... is my hunting ground! When did it become the turn of an insect from Earth..."

However, Ereshkigal didn't give Belial a chance to finish his roar!

Om-!

The blonde goddess hovering beside Seven had those cold eyes that were filled with divinity.

Like a hawk locking onto its prey, it pierced Belial with sharpness and ruthlessness.

It was as if his existence was about to be completely cast into an eternal, cold abyss.

“Beria…” Her voice was not loud, but it instantly drowned out all other voices.

Carrying the deepest chill of the underworld and unquestionable authority, it clearly resonated at the core of the consciousness of every being:

"—You desecrate life and death, and toy with the souls of the dead."

The phantom of the golden scales spear in her hand, humming and trembling with the emotions of its owner, exuding an aura of judgment.

Suddenly, a blinding dark golden light erupted! The spear tip was pointed directly at Belial!

Aileen's voice suddenly rose, her words filled with judgment!

"To satisfy your own destructive desires, you wantonly trample and distort this final resting place paved with corpses and filled with mournful songs..."

Her slender arm swayed gently, and the tip of the Libra gun traced a cold arc.

Pointing downwards to the remains of billions of monsters and the cold, floating corpses of stars.

"...This is simply the greatest disrespect for death itself!"

Boom! As her question fell, the entire Monster Graveyard seemed to come alive.

The scattered, cold, ghostly blue soul flames suddenly lit up, as if responding to the goddess's wrath and authority!

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"Bastard!!" Ereshkigal's declaration ignited Belial's last powder keg!

That ferocious, scarlet eyes of destruction were instantly filled with raging black malevolent energy!

He felt an unprecedented threat—not just physical suppression.

There is also a sense of absurdity that his pursuit of "ultimate darkness" is mocked or even rejected by a higher, pure authority of death!

"Just a bluffing earthbound spirit—don't try to put on airs with me!!"

Belial roared, unable to bear the feeling of being suppressed any longer.

The Ultimate Fighting Device erupted with an unprecedented destructive blue light, gathering almost all of Belial's rage and power.

It transformed into a supremely condensed, deathly blue beam of destruction, like a nail of doom piercing the universe, tearing through space—

There is only one target! Directly towards—Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld who hovers in mid-air and controls death!

This is a blatant challenge to kill a god! He will crush this nail that suddenly appeared and blocked his path to destruction!

Faced with a blow powerful enough to pierce an asteroid.

Aileen's eyes, burning with divine golden flames, remained completely still; she didn't even move an inch.

He simply pressed the tip of the trembling, humming golden scales spear down slightly—"Now… I will show you what the true [Judgment of the Underworld] is!"

Meanwhile, Dyna, empowered by Ereshkigal and brimming with energy, roared and charged towards the monster puppets that were beginning to stir!

The original and Mebius understood each other perfectly, clearing out the monsters while protecting the Panlong behind them for greater safety.

Seven took a deep breath (though he didn’t need to breathe at the moment) and clenched his fists, which were filled with new strength.

Those yellow eyes were fixed on Belial—the guardian from before, now the most steadfast vanguard warrior.

At the heart of the battlefield—flowers from the underworld sway wildly! A ghostly blue death ray, piercing the universe, roars in.

The sharp edge of the golden scales spear had already stirred the low murmurs of the undead throughout the entire graveyard!

The true clash—the wrath of the gods versus the wrath of destruction—is about to erupt in the next second!

Chapter 61 Wrath of God vs. Wrath of Destruction (Part 2)

Monster Graveyard! The horn of counterattack has been sounded!

Under the protection of Ereshkigal's Netherworld, the warriors of the Land of Light were as if they had been infused with an inexhaustible source of divine power. With unspoken understanding, they each chose an area to clear out the monster puppets.

Solgent Ray poured from Dyna's hands, instantly blasting away a charging Reijubas! For some reason, he just got angry looking at this guy.

The composed combat master, the first generation, maintained his classic hunched posture, the Eight-Point Light Wheel condensing in his hand, and then he threw it accurately, directly cleaving a King Joe and a Bemstar controlled by Belial's mind in half!

To conserve energy, Mebius summoned his lightsaber. Although young, he was a warrior who had trained throughout an entire TV series on Earth! The sharp light struck directly at the monster's vulnerable spots, his every move displaying the style of a meatpacking plant manager from the Land of Light.