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

It skillfully utilizes its teleportation ability, moving across the battlefield like a ghost. A sturdy shield unfolds, protecting King Gyo from the follow-up finishing blow;

On one hand, he skillfully used area-of-effect attacks to draw the Dark Warriors' fire, forcibly "pulling" the dense, dangerous attacks onto himself. Like a skilled bullfighter, he guided the chaotic battlefield torrent, temporarily relieving the pressure on Zeta and King Joe.

He even had time to internally complain: Is that all? The attack power of these imposters isn't even comparable to Gai's hideously ugly "Borrowed Belial Power" form...

However, no matter how effectively Jugglus Juggler controlled Jepton to absorb damage for his comrades, he keenly noticed a key problem: the battlefield situation remained deadlocked, lacking a real breakthrough to break the stalemate!

The enemy's numerical advantage and the presence of that troublesome human monster kept the battle firmly locked in a quagmire of attrition and stalemate. Even Jugglus Juggler, who always had excellent patience like a snake, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Gepponton's gaze, tinged with barely perceptible irritation, quickly swept over the key anchor points on the battlefield.

King Joe, struggling to his feet, Zeta trying to regain his footing, the menacing dark warriors, and the dazed Jamila... wait?!

Jugglus suddenly froze—the genius mechanic who always managed to make a splash at crucial moments was nowhere to be seen. At this critical juncture, she was nowhere to be found?

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, the sky above the battlefield seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and a huge water mirror with a dreamy blue light flowing along its edges appeared out of the void without warning!

With a whoosh, without any warning or process, the calm surface of the water mirror instantly transformed into a violent temporal turbulence, and the entire mirror surface poured down like liquid silver!

The torrent precisely caught Zeta, who was briefly stunned by the spatial anomaly, King Gyo, whose movements were slowed by the dissipation of energy, and Jepton, who was about to teleport away!

Along with the menacing Dark Legion warriors, and Jamila standing frozen in the center, howling in agony due to the dramatic change in environment—the entire battlefield was a massive, living target, as if ruthlessly scooped up by an invisible giant hand.

Amidst the terrifying spectacle of the surrounding space distorted like a funhouse mirror, they transformed into blurry afterimages of light and shadow, only to be completely swallowed up by the raging, dark blue vortex in the blink of an eye.

The next instant, the light at the edge of the water mirror abruptly disappeared, and the huge mirror, along with the spatial ripples it stirred, vanished silently from its original spot like the receding tide.

On the scorched earth, shrouded in smoke, only three exhausted special operations aircraft remained. Inside King Gyu-chiao's cockpit, the rapidly flashing red warning lights illuminated Yoko's bloodless face.

The Pedanium radar interface looked as if it had been erased by an eraser—the signal sources representing Haruki and the Captain had completely disappeared. "Haruki! Captain! Please respond!" Yoko's anxious call echoed in the dead silence of the communication channel.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of kilometers away in the asteroid belt, giant shadows thrown out by space turbulence crashed into the gray-white rock layer, raising dust like miniature sandstorms.

Zeta, bracing her aching knees, had barely regained her balance when she met Gepponton's astonished gaze; the Dark Warriors remained frozen in their attack stances; even Jamila, who had been convulsing, stopped groaning.

An overwhelming stillness instantly enveloped the desolate planet, with only the faint rustling sound of rocks rolling down the cliffs in the distance sounding particularly jarring in the silent vacuum.

Chapter 142 The Goddess of the Universe Makes a Dazzling Debut!

Whether they were warriors who defended the light, powerful beings who wielded chaos, pure minions of darkness, or even that cursed and beast-like life form, they all wore the same expression: blank stares.

Like a group of puppets lifted off a chaotic stage by the hand of the universe, they were unceremoniously cast from the fierce battlefield of Earth into this cold graveyard of stars. A strong sense of displacement and an inability to comprehend the absurdity of reality instantly permeated the core of consciousness of every being, like the icy waters of the Styx.

"How dare you attack the humans protected by this goddess! This is unforgivable!" An elegant female voice resounded in the minds of all the giants at the same time.

In the center of the battlefield, where deathly silence and distorted energy lingered, space rippled like a lake tossed with pebbles, suddenly spreading out in circles of strange, resilient yet irresistible light. Those eye-like lights, some clear and bright, others scarlet and violent, seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand, focusing instead on that mysterious beam of light, friend or foe.

At the core of the radiant light, the particles of light gradually dissipated like stardust, like a slowly drawn cosmic curtain, reservedly revealing the mysterious visitor hidden within. The word "beautiful" was like a tangible brand, brutally and precisely imprinted on the core of the perception of all living beings.

Her long, light golden hair, like sunlight streaming down, seemed to have a built-in soft-focus filter. The wide, pure white sleeves and hem moved without wind, their lines flowing like a blooming nebula, outlining a silhouette that was light and ethereal yet possessed a strange texture. At first glance, this purity and elegance made her seem like a noble princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale picture book, carrying a mysterious mission.

Her attire was equally extraordinary, a masterful fusion of the gown's opulent lines and the spacesuit's utilitarian structure. The tailored fit was impeccable, the smooth transitions exuding an indescribable beauty. Even more undeniable was the almost tangible, invisible pressure emanating from this dazzling young lady. It wasn't merely physical oppression, but rather a vast gaze from the cosmic scale itself, unmistakably declaring to all the colossal beings present: This is no ordinary being, certainly not human!

"Um...who are you?" In the breathless silence, a voice filled with curiosity and a touch of naivety rang out. Little Zeta instinctively scratched the back of his head and asked the probing question.

This question is also the one that Jugglus Juggler and the Dark Ultra Warriors on the other side, whose minds might be a few beats slower, most want to figure out.

Upon hearing the question, the girl's icy blue eyes flickered slightly, giving Zeta a nonchalant sidelong glance. She didn't answer immediately, but instead gracefully raised her hand and gently adjusted the delicately crafted, slightly crooked bow headdress atop her head, seemingly woven from shimmering starlight. This seemingly childish, even somewhat clumsy, gesture inexplicably softened the overwhelming sense of distance between them.

"Heh," a soft, ambiguous snort escaped the mysterious girl's lips, carrying a subtle hint of "You don't even know this?" She slightly raised her smooth chin, her tone somewhat coaxing: "Didn't that brat Zero mention my glorious deeds to you?"

"Eh, eh..." Zeta's huge Ultraman face instantly crumpled into a grimace, filled with the desperate plea for help from his brain. Two fingers unconsciously rubbed together, almost as if he wanted to pry off the iconic head crests on his head. "It seems... it seems there is such a thing... Zero-Show did mention it once... but, but..." He tried to search the corners of his memory, "specifically... uh...?" His voice grew softer and softer, eventually turning into a series of indistinct, meaningless monosyllabic sobs.

Even with his inorganic face unable to display any emotion, the Ultra Killer opposite him couldn't help but cover his face with his enormous hand. Seriously?! He roared inwardly, almost aloud. The Land of Light sent this kind of "newcomer"—who could even forget his own name and seemed like he hadn't graduated from school yet—to guard such an important planet?! This was a cosmic-level joke! If he weren't on a life-or-death battlefield, he probably would have already wanted to connect to the cosmic dark web and post an anonymous rant about "the absurd selection criteria of the Ultra race!"

The goddess, appearing as a young girl, gave a soft hum, not intending to stoop to the level of this brat whose brain seemed to only be working halfway. She slowly surveyed the chaotic and ravaged battlefield, her voice not loud, yet carrying a peculiar penetrating power, clearly reaching the consciousness of every colossus: "Fine. Considering that your race of light elves... has been rather proactive... in protecting these insignificant humans, this goddess will show mercy and forgive your unintentional offense this time."

Just as Zeta felt a surge of relief at surviving the ordeal, the elegant yet slightly mischievous voice seamlessly switched to the next channel. "However..." The girl's lips curled into a smile that sent a shiver down the spines of both Zeta and Haruki. Her icy blue eyes swept over his tall frame, much like the "research-enthusiastic" gaze of Chief Hikari every time he stepped into the Science Bureau.

Zeta felt his light particle cycle almost freeze, a terrifying sense of impending being slammed onto an experimental table and drained dry by a giant syringe engulfing his entire body. "...Considering my good relationship with your master Zero...I'll use your light particles in those forms," ​​she counted on her fingers, as if listing the most tempting treasures, "Alpha Blade, Beta Impact, oh yes, and that Delta Claw! As compensation for your neglect of this goddess... oh no, as an expression of this goddess's care and gratitude towards that agent Rose!" She spoke with such self-righteousness, as if she were merely asking for a bag of snacks.

Haruki gasped inside Zeta's body—although as the human host he didn't need to contribute light particles, Zeta's agonizing screams as she nearly fainted were deafeningly loud in his mind! He could only silently mutter to himself, "Zero's acquaintances...are all so amazing..."

Huh? Wait a minute... Zeta's huge diamond eyes suddenly lit up. Goddess plus money-grubber... this combination... he felt like he'd heard that somewhere before... He clapped his hands as if in a flash of realization: "Oh—!! I remember! Ceresie mentioned it! In the Monster Graveyard..."

Chapter 143 Spatial Imprisonment: The Goddess's Judgment (1/2)

Before she could finish her sentence, another remarkably distinctive voice, like an entrance with its own background music, precisely drowned out Zeta's last words, echoing across the battlefield frozen in time by the goddess's arrival:

"Yo! It's been a long time!" — Goddess of the Underworld!!!

"—Goddess-sama!?"

Zeta's excited voice and the resounding greeting that pierced through the space overlapped perfectly.

Without a moment's mourning for Zeta's tragic fate of having all his particles drained, Zero, Geed, and Grigio, radiating healing light, immediately arrived at the center of the battlefield!

"Cerasi Show! Senior Geed! Sister Grigio!" Zeta's voice immediately rose eight octaves, and she jumped up and down, as excited as if she had heard a dinner signal. "Why are you guys here!?"

In contrast to Zeta's cheerful announcement, Ereshkigal, who was in the spotlight, simply crossed her arms and glanced casually at Zero, who was standing at the front with his hands on his hips.

"Hmph~" Then she slowly added, "You finally arrived? You were quick enough."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Although on the surface it seemed that Cosmic Ereshkigal made a smooth entrance, like a superhero saving the day, in reality, just moments before, when Absolut Tartarus's golden figure descended upon Earth with an aura of power, the girl immediately retreated back into her system space.

The identity of "genius mechanic" leans more towards a support role on the battlefield. If she really has to go head-to-head with these cosmic giants who can destroy the world at any time, she will have to use a stronger trump card - either the power of the goddess who rules the underworld, or the dragon fairy with absolute destructive power.

However, before activating the "switch identity" procedure, she didn't forget to do something important: immediately have the system send an emergency distress signal to Zero and Geed. Fortunately, they had exchanged contact information when they came to Earth before.

"Maybe I should use Melusin's invincible penetrating beam cannon to deal with him..." she muttered.

However, before Ereshkigal could summon Melsin, her card activated on its own and forcefully occupied the battle slot, pushing Melsin's card back into the card catalog.

This unexpected scene caused Halonia to raise an eyebrow in confusion. However, an even stranger change followed: on the back of the Underworld Goddess card, the dark blue six-pointed star suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

After the light faded, the image on the card was completely transformed—the original elegant and serene black dress was gone, replaced by a space combat-style short skirt in pure white and light blue, with clean lines and a light and gorgeous design.

The goddess on the card seems to have broken free from some kind of restraint, radiating a dazzling and free-spirited aura. Her real name at the bottom of the card has also been quietly changed to: Space Ereshkigal.

Looking at the cards with their drastically changed art style, Halonia could only shrug and accept reality: "What's done is done, let's just Unite for now!" (Ex: ? Who's cuing me?)

As for why the entire battlefield was "packaged" and transported to the asteroid belt using water mirror magic, the primary reason was, of course, to protect Earth—the energy ripples from this battle of giants must not be allowed to affect fragile human cities.

Secondly, this leisurely "retirement-style" mission is almost over, so how can we let this precious [Water Mirror Magic - Morgan Edition] prop expire and become useless? We have to let it play some "residual role".

As for whether Zero and his companions could find these remote coordinates, Harunia wasn't worried at all. She firmly believed that these battle-hardened Ultra Warriors possessed their own tracking techniques. See, they've arrived!

After Grigio repaired Zeta and Jugglus Juggler's (Gepponton's) injuries with her healing ray, her curious gaze involuntarily focused on the mysterious, dazzling figure in the arena who, though petite, exuded a powerful aura.

"Don't make it sound like finding someone across dimensions is easy!" Zero complained, but he didn't forget the important matter.

He quickly surveyed the completely unfamiliar starry battlefield, his gaze finally locking onto the group of dark warriors who were regaining their attack stance, and the monster that had been modified and was roaring in pain.

"Well, catching up is nice," Zero said, striking a classic fighting stance, his tone instantly turning icy, "but it seems there's a bunch of clueless imposters who need to be taught a lesson!"

Zeta immediately realized what was happening and forcibly put aside her worries about the huge "light particle compensation bill" (Haruki: Zeta-san, you almost fainted just now!).

He mimicked his master, clenching his fists, energy roaring within the timer's core: "Os! Cyrus Show! Battle ready!"

Geed nodded steadily, silently but firmly taking a step forward, his sharp gaze locking onto Ultra Killer. Grigio, surrounded by a resilient yet powerful aura, spoke in a clear and resolute voice: "Leave everyone's support to me!"

The low, furious sobs that rolled down Ultra Killer's throat, the familiar conversation of the Warriors of Light, and their complete indifference in igniting him were like sparks thrown into a haystack, instantly setting his twisted rage ablaze.

(The villains are frozen during the children's chat time, which is unique to the children's audience.)

With his silent command, the remaining dark warriors, along with Jamila who had gone berserk after being stimulated by the energy, suddenly erupted with extremely dangerous black and red energy fluctuations.

The desolate starfield battlefield was instantly ignited into an invisible furnace, and a fierce battle was about to erupt in this unfamiliar void.

At the eye of the storm, Ereshkigal, clad in pure white and light blue radiance, resembling the embodiment of a "shining young lady," merely raised her chin slightly. There was no fear within her, only an air of effortless control.

A soft laugh, strangely penetrating, clearly reached the depths of the consciousness of each colossal being: "It's one thing to be cautious on Earth, but in this vast and boundless space... you dare to be so presumptuous before this goddess?"

She gracefully opened her pale white palm, palm facing upward, and a tiny, yet seemingly containing the secrets of the entire galaxy's rotation, ethereal blue light instantly coalesced.

"—Isn't this showing a huge disregard for one of the masters of this universe...?"

The words had barely left his mouth when, "Buzz—!!"

Centered on the pale blue light in her palm, an indescribable, boundless spatial power, like a prehistoric beast awakened, was unleashed!

All the enormous beings in this area suddenly felt the entire space become viscous and sluggish, as if they had been suddenly immersed in solidified jelly, and every movement became extremely heavy and sluggish.

Although I prefer Spirit Origin 2, Spirit Origin 3 is more in line with the scene, sob sob.

Chapter 144 Spatial Imprisonment: The Goddess's Judgment (2/2)

The dark warriors, who had been charging forward with great momentum, suddenly slowed down as if pressed by an invisible giant hand. Their movements became comical and slow, and one of them even stumbled and tumbled out of the vacuum because he charged too hard.

Caught off guard, Gepponton spun uncontrollably several times on the spot. Even Jede and Zeta's attempts to charge forward became incredibly slow, as if they were stuck in quagmire.

"Roar—!" The enraged Jamila was like a trapped beast that had fallen into sticky glue, her roaring and struggling movements becoming extremely labored and contorted.

"Huh?!" Even Zero, a veteran of countless battles, couldn't help but let out a muffled groan of pain when he was caught off guard and bound by this pure spatial power, let alone the others.

Not far away, the gentle, healing light emanating from Grigio began to flicker. The space itself had transformed into an absolute prison in the hands of the goddess, confining all things!

Just as the scales of victory were tipping sharply in favor of the goddess, Haruki's anxious voice echoed within Zeta's body: "That monster...it used to be human!!"

These words, filled with unbearable sorrow, pierced like icicles into a scorching battlefield. The inexperienced Grigio instinctively covered her mouth, a shocked gasp caught in her throat: "How could this be...?!"

The Ultra Killer, who had been pinned to the ground and unable to even get up, couldn't help but let out a sinister and gleeful laugh, like the noise of rusty gears grinding together: "Hehehe... Yes... This is the end for humanity lost in the universe..."

"How pathetic and helpless... How could you do this? The high and mighty Ultra Warriors... and... ha, the so-called... Goddess of Mercy...?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Ultra Killer's malicious and mocking words echoed in the viscous space, like venom dripping into stagnant water, stirring up silent ripples.

Torn between pain and inner conflict, Haruki's consciousness blurred, while Zeta felt only unbearable sorrow. Zero gritted his teeth, Geed clenched his fists, and the light surrounding Grigio fluctuated violently.

Even Jugglus Juggler, who was controlling Geppetto, felt a bit of a problem; this despicable exploitation of human weaknesses was indeed difficult to deal with.

Just then, the "Shining Young Lady" in the center of the battlefield, whose body was surrounded by starlight and light blue data streams, suddenly changed her eyes and temperament!

She was no longer the relaxed, slightly languid woman who seemed to be in complete control.

The slightly crooked star-shaped bow seemed to be straightened by an invisible force, and a trace of almost ethereal darkness quietly spread out from the depths of those ice-blue eyes, quickly replacing their previous sparkling brilliance.

An even more ancient and chilling aura silently spread out, instantly overshadowing the aura of a proxy emanating from her.

Ereshkigal, the mistress of the underworld, no longer conceals her true nature at this moment.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through Zeta's thick armor, landing directly on the soul within him, shaken by human suffering—Natsukawa Haruki.

No longer the playful yet commanding tone of before, but a serene, calm, yet undeniably authoritative voice of a goddess, resonating deep within everyone's consciousness:

“O humble child of humanity...you weep for the suffering of your fellow human beings. This sorrow is the mark of life itself, and the truest testimony to the light you protect.”

Her gaze held neither pity nor hatred, but a clarity that pierced through appearances, landing on Jamila, who was struggling painfully in the mire of space:

"There is no need to question your anger and compassion. This is the echo of life, an indictment of those who desecrate the existence of life, and the best crowning of your protective heart."

She slowly raised one arm, palm up, as if holding some invisible yet incredibly heavy authority: "However, all things that are born must have a place to return to. Existence also has its end."

The goddess's voice suddenly rose, like the tolling of a death knell from the underworld, carrying the power of laws that transcended time and space: "No matter what thorns they bore in their lives, or what form they took—"

Her gaze swept over the violently struggling Jamila, over the dark, twisted creations of the Dark Ultra Killer, and finally settled on the Ultra Killer's cold, metallic body:

"Whether it's lost humanity, desperate beasts, or a twisted existence built from resentment and despair..."

The cosmic goddess Ereshkigal uttered her magnificent declaration: "—Here, I, Ereshkigal, who holds absolute authority over life and death, shall bestow upon them the most fitting end!"

The light blue data streams surrounding Ai Lei were like a boiling torrent of stars, their quantity and intensity increasing exponentially. They no longer circled around her, but instead surged like the Styx River, rushing wildly towards the dark blue star vortex that was taking shape in the sky!

The true name of the Noble Phantasm is liberated!

"The Age of Gods Returns, Critical Point." Space was forcibly torn apart, and a massive star ring with edges swirling with brilliant golden light and a deep, dark blue aura suddenly took shape!

The interior of the star ring transforms into a deep passage leading to the "endgame," within which surges billions of illusory stars and a torrent of photon intelligence condensed from the history of intelligent life.

"The beginning is infinity, the end is the extreme point, and everything sleeps in my heart."

The passage emitted a gravity that returned to zero, and the monster howling in pain, Ultra Killer, and several warriors emanating dark aura beside him were captured as if by an invisible giant net!