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

Seven's gaze never left his son. In those eyes that had once been filled with sternness and silence, a torrent of emotions, hot and restrained like molten lava, surged—gratification, pride, and the heavy joy of a long-awaited wish finally being fulfilled.

“He has grown up.” Seven pronounced the word “grown up” with unusual solemnity, as if it were the most profound proverb engraved in the universe.

He silently added in his heart: He's a towering warrior, capable of shouldering all responsibilities of protection! More importantly... he's my pride!

Chapter 66 This is my home turf!!

"You bastard!!!" Belial's roar was filled with unprecedented rage and frustration!

His crimson eyelight locked onto the red and blue figure that had kicked him away.

Destructive energy surged violently on the ultimate fighting device, but it was tinged with a frantic madness!

Unlike the few people on the edge of the battlefield who were under the protection of the gods and had already entered "gratified audience mode", Belial's chest was almost bursting with overwhelming resentment!

They were finally released by the foolish Zarab aliens, who obtained the Ultimate Fighting Device and swept through the Land of Light. They then used the energy of the Plasma Spark to revive the monster army.

Just when they thought they were about to embark on a journey to conquer the universe, those remnants of the Land of Light actually dared to relentlessly pursue them.

And that damn goddess from Earth?! She actually stole control of the Monster Graveyard!!

I can't summon any of those free monsters!!

And now, even this brat who popped out of who-knows-where dares to jump on his head and act all high and mighty?!

Not only did she interrupt his standoff with that charlatan, but she also managed to overpower him with her fists and feet while he was wielding the combat device!

[The mighty Belial, wielding the ultimate fighting device, was actually suppressed by a greenhorn?!?!?!]

[Disgrace!! This is an unbearable humiliation, even more unbearable than being sealed in prison by the King of Ultra!!!]

"Who are you?!" Belial's voice was hoarse and demanding, like scraping broken metal.

Even as his reason was consumed by rage, his instincts as a battle master from the Land of Light forced him to face reality.

To be able to directly suppress someone wielding a combat device—such terrifying strength... When did the Land of Light secretly train such monstrous recruits?!

"Hmph!" The response he received was a sharp, cold snort!

With that announcement—BOOM! Zero's powerful, red, blue, and silver body once again hurtled through the air like a cannonball!

His figure drew a sharp arc in the air, and his flying kick, which was burning with flames and inherited from Leo, carried a tremendous power that could shatter stars. It slammed into Belial's hastily crossed arms for the second time.

Bang!!! A terrifying shockwave erupted once again!

Belial's body was like being rammed head-on by an ancient ferocious beast, and he was kicked backward by the terrifying power contained in that kick!

The Ultimate Fighting Device even slipped from his grasp temporarily due to the massive tremor in his body, spinning and flying out into the dark space!

"Whoosh!" Zero landed steadily, stirring up a circle of energy dust beneath his feet.

He suddenly assumed the most classic fighting stance, his golden eyelight burning with boiling fighting spirit and determination.

The next moment, a voice as loud as a thunderclap, carrying unparalleled pride and a declaration, resounded throughout the entire Monster Graveyard:

"I am Zero! Ultraman Zero! I am Seven's son!!"

This declaration is not only an answer to Beria, but also a resounding affirmation of his name to the universe and to all those who have been watching over him!

The rebellious fledgling eagle has returned soaring high, and now it can finally be proud to be its father's son and to protect its homeland as a warrior!

Seven stared intently at his son, the surging emotions in his chest almost bursting through the restraints of his composed exterior—he had waited far too long for this moment!

"Huh? Seven's son? Then I'll grant your wish! Die here with him!!"

Belial, enraged, laughed involuntarily, ignoring the pitiful screams of Reiblood in his mind, and chose to directly use the trump card in the Ultimate Fighting Device—the monsters that Reiblood had subdued.

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Unlike the mere puppet skeletons that resurrected from the Monster Graveyard, the ferocious beasts that surged forth from the Ultimate Fighting Device each exuded a far more ancient aura of destruction and savagery!

On the analysis screen of the Panlong, the light bar representing the monster threat level instantly soared to the crimson threshold!

"snort--!"

Just before this suddenly escalating ferocity, a proud hum, tinged with a sense of relief, rang out clearly!

It was that woman from the underworld whose camera was stolen and who was constantly offended!

That petite figure, radiating a divine golden glow, gracefully appeared before the Ultramen who wanted to help Zero, as if announcing the arrival of authority. Her posture was as elegant as if she were simply walking to the center of a stage, rather than facing a ferocious monster army!

With her slender, jade-like fingertips gently raised, a dark red divine lightning suddenly condensed in her palm, instantly transforming into an ancient-looking, crimson short spear wrapped with destructive energy arcs!

Ereshkigal's eyes, burning with divine gold, no longer held any suppressed rage. Instead, they were filled with an extreme, icy killing intent and... a hint of "exhilaration" at finally being able to unleash his full power!

She raised her pistol, its tip pointing at the roaring, charging wave of ferocious beasts. Her voice was no longer that of a young girl, but rather like the underworld itself issuing a judgment, each word carrying the weight of a frozen soul:

"O Garuda spirits of the underworld! O forest of corrupt spears!"

"For these...those ignorant blasphemers who dare to desecrate the peace of the dead! Those who trample on the tranquility of the dead..."

"Bringing eternal damnation and annihilation!!!"

As the final announcement faded—whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!

With the short gun raised by Ereshkigal as the core, the entire Monster Graveyard space seemed to be forcibly torn open, creating a rift leading to the execution grounds of the underworld!

Countless decaying spears, crackling with crimson hellish lightning, appeared out of thin air, like executioners of hell forcibly brought here, ignoring the barriers of space!

With a piercing death shriek and the power of decaying laws capable of annihilating atoms, it was precise and merciless, as if it had been rehearsed countless times—severely and brutally—piercing the vital points of every ancient beast that burst forth from the combat device!

The colossal beasts pierced by the decaying divine spears could only waile for a fleeting moment—their massive bodies, hardened keratin, and churning energy cores…

The moment the gun, dripping with the curse of the underworld, made contact, it was like ink splashed under the scorching sun hitting a hot iron plate—not shattering! Not burning! But an indescribable, rapid decay, disintegration, and total decay that began at the very foundation of the structure!

It transformed into wisps of dark, bottomless smoke that emitted a foul stench of sulfur, and even the traces of its existence were quickly and completely erased by the spatial annihilation properties of the Rotten Spear!

The surging, terrifying beast tide was like ice and snow thrown into the sun before the suddenly descending Netherworld Punishment Spear Formation; it was powerless even to struggle! In an instant, it headed for complete collapse and annihilation!

The battlefield that belonged to the Goddess of the Underworld—is now being reclaimed by her own hands!

Chapter 67. Arrogance is also an inseparable part of a goddess's attributes.

Inside the Panlong—Oki's jaw almost dropped to the control panel, his pupils dilated like saucers:

"All...all gone?!" The voice trembled like a deflated balloon.

Captain Hyuga gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white, his gaze seemingly glued to the main screen.

The signal beam representing the terrifying life signs of hundreds of ferocious beasts was instantly severed as if by an invisible giant clamp, returning to zero in an instant.

“This…is…” His Adam’s apple bobbed violently, his voice dry and filled with awe, “…the absolute punishment from the gods?!”

"...Well, I guess I got rid of some noisy bugs."

With an elegant flick of her finger, the short spear formed from crimson lightning vanished silently.

She slightly raised her chin, her golden eyes scanning the dissipating death smoke as if it were garbage.

His expression was as indifferent as brushing away a speck of dust from his sleeve, unwilling to bestow even a fraction of the joy of victory.

But the fleeting upward curve of her lips revealed the unbridled joy she felt deep inside.

[Hmph~ This is the underworld! On this goddess's home turf, you mortal ants should simply bow down and worship!]

With no more minor enemies interfering in the core battlefield, only the ultimate showdown between Belial and Zero remains!

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"Haha! Well done!"

Zero excitedly threw a punch in mid-air, and the golden eyelight suddenly burst out with an even more dazzling light!

"All the eyesores are gone! Now it's our turn to have some fun, Belial!"

"Ugh—!! Ridiculous!! How is this possible—!!!" Belial roared as if his heart had been torn apart!

His scarlet eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, fixed on Ellie!

The pure resentment that once existed has been crushed, now mixed with a primal fear and trembling that arises when facing the unknown terror!

"That power... what the hell is that thing?!"

That power that instantly annihilated Reiblood's Legion completely overturned his logic of destruction!

However—this momentary lapse in concentration caused by being awestruck by the supreme divine power is precisely the fatal flaw!

"Belial—!! You're distracted!!"

Zero, who had been on high alert and ready to strike, keenly seized the moment when Belial was momentarily distracted by his shock!

Whoosh! Whoosh! The twin ice axes above his head instantly transformed into two deadly beams of cold light, as if receiving a command.

Trailing a shrill whistle that tore through the air, it pierced Belial's crimson eyes at an incredibly tricky angle!

Belial was shocked and furious. Faced with this precise and ruthless attack, he had no choice but to dodge to the side. In that moment when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, Belial was in a vulnerable position!

Zero's red, blue, and silver figure flashed into Belial's back!

His right arm, covered in silver-blue gauntlets, moved with lightning speed, precisely gripping Belial's wrist joint as he held the Ultimate Fighting Device.

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted and twisted upwards! At the same time, his left knee slammed into the opponent's elbow joint like a battering ram!

Crack! A heart-stopping thud as a bone dislocates!

Accompanied by Belial's roar of rage and pain, the ultimate fighting device that once swept across the Land of Light and symbolized the power of destruction was unleashed.

Like a fire poker that had been carelessly let go, it spun and flew high into the air!

This swift, precise, and ruthless disarmament attack was as fast as lightning! So ruthless that it froze the air!

Everyone in the audience was deeply moved! The remnants of the Land of Light and the members of the Panlong were all filled with amazement!

"Well done, Zero!!!!!" Even the usually calm and collected Seven couldn't help but cheer for his child.

He was so overjoyed and proud that he almost cracked his voice.

But then, as if burned by his own loss of composure, Seven's huge red body suddenly stiffened.

His eyes flickered unnaturally for a moment, then he quickly put his fist to his mouth.

He let out two extremely stiff and deliberate fake coughs, trying to cover up his loss of composure.

Ereshkigal gracefully floated to the vicinity of Seven's broad shoulder armor at that very moment.

The goddess witnessed her father, known for his "strictness and composure," lose control for a brief but real moment, and a faint smile flickered in her golden eyes.

But when she landed lightly on Seven's massive shoulder armor, which resembled a crystallization of pure energy, her attention was drawn to the novel sensation.

The small, delicate gold boot toe carries a sense of curious probing.

With extremely slight and careful touch... he touched Seven's energy entity, which shimmered with light particles and formed the texture of his skin.

This material and structure were things she had never seen in her long divine life.

Hmm… the feel… it possesses an indestructible solidity like cosmic metal… yet…

The boot tip tapped lightly again, sending tiny particles of light rippling through them…like the core of a star, conveying a constant, pure warmth…

Even in the Age of Gods, there were no creatures like this~

After her initial exclamation, a cold and pure possessiveness flickered in the goddess's golden eyes.

She longed... longed to catch one and take it home... Her thoughts were fixed on Seven, that warm and bright life force like the core of a star...

If they were kept deep within the temple of the underworld... they would surely adorn my temple with unparalleled beauty...

My mind has already begun to conjure up images of a colossal but restrained giant of light emitting a soft glow that illuminates the cold temple.

This dark idea of ​​imprisoning the gods had just taken shape in his soul—

"Snap!" A very slight mental vibration, yet with a forceful, invigorating effect, struck her mental core precisely!

Wake up! What are you thinking, you silly goose?! That's a little bundle of light under my protection, you can't kidnap her!

Although there was no physical pain, the thought was like a cool spring being poured over one's head.

Halunia jolted awake, instantly snapping back to reality!

Oh right! I'm using Ereshkigal's disguise right now! Harunia is the real one!!