I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

The blue body moved around Galactron at high speed like a ghost, leaving streaks of blue light in its wake. The speed was so fast that Galactron's locking system was slightly delayed!

The magic circle on its chest glowed intermittently, seemingly unable to accurately target its target.

"It's now!"

Tiga seized the moment when Galactron froze due to the target's high-speed movement, and with a sudden stop and change of direction in mid-air, his body moved like an arrow released from a bow, his right leg straight, converting all his speed into penetrating force.

Lampard's Light Ball Kick Enhanced Version!

Tsk-!

The blue figure, like a shooting star, kicked hard at the joint where Galactron's huge drill bit connects to his shoulder, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound!

This is a relatively weak connection point!

Click! boom!

A sickening metallic snapping sound rang out! The heavy, high-speed drill bit was kicked away from Galactron's left arm by this kick that combined extreme speed and penetrating power!

The massive drill bit spun and flew into the distance, crashing into a warehouse and triggering a secondary explosion!

"Roar--!!!"

Galactron made a sound for the first time, a sharp hum similar to mechanical overload!

It clearly hadn't expected its opponent to be this fast and to have precisely found its weak point!

Sparks flew from the severed end of the left arm, exposing the intricate internal wiring.

The pain of losing an arm enraged the mechanical behemoth!

Its right arm swung its giant blade wildly, trying to strike the annoying blue streak of light. At the same time, the magic circle on its chest lit up again, and countless tiny golden energy bullets shot out from the magic circle like a rain of pear blossoms.

Galactron's floating cannons covered a large fan-shaped area in front of them, launching an indiscriminate saturation attack!

The aerial Tiga weaves and dodges through a dense barrage of energy bullets, like a petrel in a storm, a truly perilous journey.

Several energy projectiles grazed his body and exploded into huge fireballs in the distance.

Genichi Hanyu felt an immense mental strain, as the high speed of aerial combat placed an equally heavy burden on the human body.

"The destructive power is still insufficient... We need even greater power to completely destroy it!"

Seeing that Galactron had lost an arm but its core remained intact and its main defense structure was not severely damaged, Genichi Hanyu made up his mind.

Ultraman Tiga's forehead crystal flashed with red light!

hum!

The blue light was instantly replaced by a surging red light!

Tiga's body became even more muscular, with bulging muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power—Power Type!

Sacrifice speed for maximum destructive power!

"Roar!"

Power Type Tiga let out a battle roar. Facing Galactron's giant blade and the magic circle beam that had been condensed again, he neither dodged nor avoided. He clenched his fists and his whole body was engulfed in crimson flames of power!

boom!

The giant blade struck Tiga's strong arms as he crossed and blocked, producing a loud bang, but it could no longer shake him as easily as before!

Tiga used brute force to withstand the downward pressure of the giant blade!

At the same time, the beam of magic circle on Galactron's chest shot out again!

"Drink——!"

Tiga roared, charging his right fist to its limit, and crimson light boiled on his fist like magma!

Instead of defending, he channeled all his strength into his right fist just as the beam was about to hit him, unleashing a devastating attack—Dirashum Stream of Light—towards the core of the magic circle on Galactron's chest!

boom--! ! !

The crimson beam of destruction and Tiga's punch, burning with crimson energy, struck each other almost simultaneously!

The beam of light slammed into Tiga's chest (Zhao's Zhao)!

Even a powerful type like it was struck by this terrifying impact at point-blank range, causing its body to arch backward violently, with large bursts of energy sparks exploding in front of its chest!

A sharp pain instantly shot through Genichi Hanyu's nerves, and the energy timer's alarm sounded as shrill as a wail!

However, Tiga's desperate punch landed squarely and without reservation on the core of Galactron's magic circle in his chest!

Click!

Sizzle—Bang!

First came the sound of a precision structure shattering, followed by the piercing sound of uncontrolled electric current, and finally a deafening explosion!

The core of the magic circle on Galactron's chest, the mysterious device composed of countless golden patterns, shattered like a crystal struck by a heavy hammer under the full force of the powerful Tiga's attack, which contained the destructive energy of the Delasium.

Countless golden fragments, mixed with out-of-control, violent energy, shot out in all directions!

With its core destroyed, Galactron's massive body instantly stiffened, and the red light in its electronic compound eyes flickered wildly before quickly dimming.

Its massive blade, which it had been wielding, hung limply, and the mechanical joints throughout its body emitted a groan of overload, billowing thick smoke.

Having lost its core power supply and control system, this pure white mechanical behemoth completely ceased operation, like a giant toy whose power had been cut off, frozen in the posture of being punched hard, standing stiffly on the ruins.

Power Type Tiga knelt on one knee, the red lights on his chest flashing almost continuously, the rapid "ding-dong" sound particularly clear on the silent battlefield.

He struggled to lift his head and looked at Galatlon, who was completely paralyzed.

"Finally, it's all settled. Gaia, you've really given me a tough one this time."

Genichi Hanyu was utterly exhausted, and the pain emanating from all parts of his body was incredibly clear.

The costs of this battle far exceeded expectations.

He glanced down at the ravaged city below, where countless pairs of eyes, filled with terror yet also with a glimmer of hope for survival, were looking up at him.

129 Yukino, you can never repay this debt of gratitude.

"Restored to its original state!" (Reparo)

Despite the overwhelming exhaustion that felt like his soul was being torn apart, Genichi Hanyu forced himself to gather the remaining magical power within him and let out a low shout at the devastated battlefield below.

His voice was hoarse, dry and strained from the exhaustion of his magic.

As the spell took effect, a gentle yet powerful green light spread rapidly from him like ripples on water, covering the entire injured area.

A miracle unfolded on the ruins. The skyscrapers, shattered by the monster, seemed to be gently caressed by an invisible giant hand.

The collapsed reinforced concrete fragments, like a video played in reverse, shimmered with a faint light, precisely flying back to their original positions. Cracks healed, twisted steel bars straightened again, and shattered glass curtain wall fragments gathered and pieced together, restoring the glass to its pristine condition.

The streets, plowed by the energy shockwave, were quickly leveled, and overturned vehicles, streetlights, and signs returned to their original positions with a series of clanging sounds.

Wherever the green magical light reached, physical damage was quickly smoothed out, and the city seemed to have experienced a reversal of time, becoming clean and orderly again.

However, beneath the pristine appearance of 477 lies a lack of vitality, only a cold architectural silhouette.

Genichi Hanyu hovered in the air, his face as pale as paper, with fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He looked at the outlines covered in white sheets that had been cleared from the ruins, and the mangled bodies of civilians who had been killed by the energy wave, his eyes filled with sorrow and complexity.

"That's all."

The Tiga energy core in his chest no longer flickered, but instead emitted a constant, blinding, deep red light, like congealed blood, with a rapid, faint tinkling sound as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Genichi Hanyu forcibly injected the last remaining power of the Giant of Light, combined with his own understanding of the laws of death, into the timer.

"The soul is back!"

He stretched out his arms with difficulty, as if he were supporting a heavy burden.

In an instant, countless tiny, warm, and vibrant golden specks of light, like millions of tiny fireflies or the purest embodiment of life itself, burst forth from the deep red timer on his chest!

The light, like golden drizzle, gently sprinkled the earth, landing precisely on every lifeless body, merging into those cold, broken wounds.

Miracles happen in silence.

The gruesome wounds writhed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the missing tissues were reshaped in the golden light, and the pale face regained its color.

The carbonized parts burned by the energy peeled off, revealing new skin.

Those souls who lost consciousness instantly during the disaster were drawn and comforted by the warm golden light, and reconnected with their revitalized bodies.

One, two, ten... Hundreds and thousands of people who had been declared dead, under the incredulous gazes of their loved ones, their eyelashes trembled, their chests began to rise and fall, and they slowly opened their eyes, bewildered and confused.

They sat up blankly, looking at their unharmed bodies and then at the revitalized city around them, as if they had just woken from a nightmare. Their faces were a mixture of confusion and shock, which eventually turned into overwhelming joy and tears of relief at having regained what they had lost.

The silence was broken, replaced by the clamor of survivors crying, shouting, and embracing each other in tears.

On the desolate ruins, the breath of life surges back like a tidal wave.

"Uh!"

Genichi Hanyu let out a muffled groan, barely suppressed.

As the last point of light merged into the earth, the red light of the timer on his chest suddenly went out, as if it had exhausted its last bit of energy.

The power that maintained the form of the Giant of Light dissipated rapidly, like the receding tide.

The enormous body of Ultraman Tiga began to become transparent and ethereal, with countless tiny golden light particles emanating from all parts of his massive body, like golden stardust dancing in the sunset.

As the number of light particles increased, the giant's outline faded, eventually disintegrating completely and transforming into a shower of golden light that slowly disappeared into the city's night sky.

Only Genichi Hanyu remained, kneeling on one knee on the cold ground, his figure appearing incredibly small and fragile.

He was breathing heavily, each breath feeling like a knife cutting into him.

The magic was completely drained, and not a drop of light power remained.

His face was no longer pale, but a near-transparent ashen gray; his lips were bloodless, and large beads of sweat rolled down his temples and fell to the ground.

My body felt completely hollowed out; every cell was groaning, conveying a deep-seated weariness and emptiness.

He felt as if most of his soul had been ripped away, his vision blurred, his ears rang incessantly, and he was almost losing the strength to support his body.

"Gaia, you're fucking dead!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out this curse, filled with endless resentment and exhaustion.

The voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it carried a weariness and anger heavier than a mountain.

He is now as weak as a piece of paper; even a slightly strong gust of wind could blow him down like a withered leaf.

He struggled to lift his head, looking down at the chaotic crowd in the city below, caught between joy and sorrow at the resurrection, and then glancing at the vast but lifeless ruins of Galactron in the distance.

The setting sun cast deep shadows on his exhausted face.

"but."

He took a deep breath, the cold air stinging his burning lungs and bringing a false sense of clarity.

"Finally, I've finished wiping that damned Yueyi Emu's ass."

After saying this, it seemed as if he had used up the last bit of his willpower to support him. His body swayed, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

The problem was temporarily resolved, but the cost was so heavy that even anger felt like a luxury.

"Besides, I saved so many people this time, shouldn't Yukino thank me properly?"

Thinking of Yukino Yukinoshita, a slight smile curved her lips.

He could already foresee that Yukino Yukinoshita would be unable to refuse his request once she knew that she had saved so many people.

"Hmm, Yukino, you'd better repay this kindness of mine properly!"

Despite his thoughts, his physical weakness caused Genichi Hanyu to sway and then slowly collapse.

However, just as Genichi Hanyu was about to completely lose consciousness, a girl's scream became the last sound he heard before he lost consciousness...

So soft, so fragrant, it smells like a girl's body.

130 Shiina Mahiru: I believe you're not a bad person.

Consciousness was like something sinking to the bottom of a cold sea, struggling to rise upwards.

With great effort, Genichi Hanyu lifted his heavy eyelids, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling in a soft beige hue.

A faint, comforting fragrance filled the air, like a sun-dried quilt mixed with a delicate floral scent.

"Unfamiliar ceiling."

His voice was hoarse, almost unable to make a sound, and his throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper was being rubbed.