Ultraman Blaze

The suffocating pressure subsided only slightly after the Baltist tumbled out of the hall. Beads of sweat formed on his dark green forehead. Not daring to pause, he hurried through the long corridor outside the palace, heading towards the imperial military command center.

In the synchronous orbit of the planet Emperor, a ferocious, massive space station lurks like a giant metallic beast. This is the Galactic Empire's military fortress—"The Beast's Lair."

In the center of the fortress, the people of Bait Star were bowing and reporting to a holographic projection with an extremely humble attitude.

The projection showed a female alien—Galula. Her complexion was pale, her features cold and radiant, her eyes pure black, without a trace of white. Her long hair flowed softly behind her head like a living, silvery fluid. She wore a fitted, dark purple combat uniform, topped by a white robe with gold trimmings, the attire of a high-ranking Imperial commander.

"Lord Garula, His Majesty's order is very clear." The Balt Alien said in a hurried tone, "The target is the Ultra Warrior with the blue crystal on his face - Blaze, and his accomplices. They must be captured alive."

Garula's dark eyes didn't waver at all, her voice was cold and efficient: "I understand. The third team will be commanded by me personally. As for your task... just coordinate the rear, if there are any 'omissions'..." She didn't finish her words, but the cold meaning had already penetrated the sea of ​​stars.

The Baite alien shuddered, "I wouldn't dare! I will atone for my crime!"

The communication was cut off. The Balt alien let out a long sigh and slumped in the command chair.

If it weren't for that guy named Dyna who repeatedly ruined his plans and caused his status to drop again and again in front of the adults, how could he let a shrew like Garula stand above him?

Taking a step back, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The Balt Starman punched the armrest of the chair with a look of hatred: "Damn Ultraman!"

After saying that, he stood up angrily and left the fortress center, heading to the Galaxy Dungeon, a satellite near Emperor.

Those who have seriously violated the laws of the Empire and committed serious crimes such as disrespect for the Empire are imprisoned there.

Deep within the Galaxy Dungeon, the air was dark and damp, rust, corruption, and despair thick in the air. The Baltist trudged through the narrow passage, flanked by cells sealed by energy fields. Countless pairs of eyes, some numb, some crazed, watched him, the uninvited guest, from the shadows.

He didn't come here for inspection, but to "confirm" some things, or in other words, to find something to vent his pent-up anger.

Finally, he stopped before a specially reinforced cell door. Behind the force field, a figure was bound to the wall by thick energy chains, the other end of the chains deeply embedded in the wall. The figure, head bowed, wore a high-tech uniform of gray, red, and white.

A hint of pleasure and cruelty flashed in the crimson eyes of the Balt Starman. He waved his hand, signaling the guards to temporarily deactivate the force field.

The force field barrier emitted a low humming sound and gradually dissipated. The rotten air mixed with the smell of burning ions hit the face, making the people of Bait wrinkle their noses uncomfortably.

"Hmph, Warrior of Light, it looks like you're not feeling comfortable here." The Baltic sneered.

The bound figure stirred slightly, but did not look up. Only his iconic uniform, distinct even with its stains, in its gray, red, and white, betrayed his identity.

Seeing the other side ignore him, the Baltman's anger grew even more intense. He took two steps forward, almost standing in front of the bound figure, his voice becoming even more piercing. "What? Aren't you Ultraman Dyna? Without your transformation device, you don't even have the energy to look up at the visitor? Or have you resigned yourself to your fate, finally realizing how ridiculous your 'Ultra Warrior' theories are in the face of the Empire's sheer might?"

The name "Dyna" was like a switch, which finally made the drooping head slowly raise up.

The Balt Starman saw a weary yet resolute face. In human form, he transformed into Asuka Shin. Though scarred, his eyes were like polished diamonds, sharp and bright, unyielding. A hint of mockery even curved the corners of his mouth.

"Heh..." Dyna's voice was a little hoarse, but with his usual relaxed tone that made the Balts furious. "I was wondering who it was, but it turns out to be you, my defeated opponent. What's the matter? Did you get humiliated somewhere again, and come to me to make a name for yourself?"

The Balt's face twisted in anger, his dark green skin taking on a darker hue. He lashed out, grabbing Dyna's neck, his cold metal glove pressing tightly against his trachea.

"Shut up!" the Balt alien growled. "Do you still think this is the past? Look at you now! Like a chained stray dog! You've ruined my plans time and time again, and now you're a prisoner of the Empire!"

Dyna's face flushed due to lack of oxygen, but his eyes were still full of provocation. He spoke with difficulty: "...At least...I fought...and you...will only bark...after...failure..."

These words completely ignited the wrath of the Baltman. He loosened his grip and took a step back, his chest heaving violently. Then, he suddenly pulled out a short energy whip from his waist, gleaming with dark blue arcs.

"You're so sharp-tongued! I wonder how long you can hold on!"

Before he finished speaking, the energy whip hit Dyna's chest with a sharp sound of breaking through the air!

Snapped--!

Dyna's body tensed up in intense pain, and he groaned. A scorched mark remained on the Super Victory uniform, and the skin beneath it burned with a searing pain.

"This whip is for the Sphia mother body that I have studied for many years!" The Balt alien roared and whipped again.

Snapped--!

"This time, it's for my Ultimate Zetton!"

The energy whip fell again and again, tearing through the air and Dyna's body. Each lash was accompanied by the Baltman's hysterical accusations of past failures. In this way, he frantically vented his humiliation and resentment.

Dai gritted his teeth, sweat soaking his forehead and mixing with blood. He endured every blow, suppressing his groans of pain in his throat. His eyes never dimmed, but instead became clearer with the pain, staring intently at the nearly frantic Balt.

Tired of beating, the Balt stopped lashing, panting as he watched the Warrior of Light tremble slightly in pain, yet still staring at him with that disgusting look. It was as if this look silently declared: You will never truly defeat the light.

This silent contempt drove the people of Baate more crazy than any words.

He threw away the energy whip, a cruel smile on his face: "Very good, very good! It seems that ordinary suffering cannot make you learn humility. It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time. When your 'compatriots' are captured here, I will let you all taste the deepest despair of the Galactic Empire!"

He leaned close to Dyna and lowered his voice, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue: "When the time comes, I will let you see with your own eyes how his hope and light are crushed bit by bit in front of you. I think that scene will be very wonderful..."

After saying this, the Balt Starman seemed to have finally satisfied his perverted desire to vent. He snorted coldly, straightened his robes, turned around and shouted to the guards, "Keep an eye on him!"

The dark blue energy field rose again, separating the inside and outside of the cell into two worlds.

Balt Alien turned around one last time, glanced at Dyna who lowered his head again with a victorious look, and left with satisfaction.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the depths of the dungeon returned to silence, with only the low hum of the energy field and the faint sound of painful breathing.

After confirming that the Baltan had left, Dyna slowly raised his head again.

The pained look quickly faded, replaced by an immense solemnity and worry. He tried to move his locked wrist, and the energy chain made a cold clinking sound.

"Zaoda..." Dyna whispered the name, his eyes penetrating the darkness of the cell, as if looking at the distant stars.

A few days later, Noah's Ark sailed smoothly among the sea of ​​stars. Outside the huge portholes were the flowing Milky Way and countless distant points of light.

Suddenly, the shrill alarm sounded throughout the ship again, but this time it was not the highest level combat alarm, but a signal for receiving urgent intelligence.

"High-energy combat response detected! Source: Danish planet, number G-17 edge colony!" The intelligence officer's voice echoed in the command center.

The main screen instantly switched, and the enlarged image made everyone's heart tighten—outside the atmosphere of the beautiful emerald green planet "Denmark," several black spots were continuously blasting down beams of destructive light. On the planet's surface, the clear glow of explosions and rising smoke were visible everywhere.

"It's Asgalon!" Zouda slammed his fist on the control console, his face livid. "These ghosts are still haunting us!"

Denmark is famous for producing a special cosmic crop. Its technological level is not high and it has almost no interstellar defense capabilities.

"Captain, the Asgallon team is systematically destroying major cities and energy facilities, and civilian casualties are heavy!" The data analyst quickly reported the analysis results.

Zouda didn't hesitate at all: "Organize a rescue team immediately! Xiangyu!"

"Here!" Hanyu Xiangyu took a step forward with sharp eyes.

"Lead the first rescue team aboard the 'Gas' assault craft and head immediately to Denmark! Prioritize stopping Asgallon and cover the evacuation of civilians!"

"understand!"

"Kate, you should also bring a team with you! Help with the evacuation and rescue the people, and be sure to pay attention to safety!" Zou Da quickly ordered his men.

"Yes!" Kate responded, then turned and left to mobilize personnel, including Anotta.

Soon, three streamlined "Gas" assault boats quietly slid out from the launch port of Noah's Ark, like arrows shot from a bow, silently tearing through the darkness and diving towards the atmosphere of Denmark Star.

The moment I broke through the clouds, the sight before me was breathtaking. The once peaceful and tranquil city lay in ruins. Several gigantic mechanical monsters—Asgallons—trumped with heavy steps, their crimson eyes blazing destructive beams. Wherever they passed, buildings crumbled and flames shot skyward. The cries of the people mingled with the sounds of explosions, and the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air.

"Everyone! Act according to the plan!" Xiangyu's voice came through the communicator.

The assault boats quickly separated. Two flew towards the less severely damaged urban areas, preparing to land and establish temporary shelters and organize evacuations. Xiangyu's assault boat headed straight for the nearest Asgallon!

On a gradually moving assault boat, Anota looked through the porthole and saw Xiangyu jump out directly from the rear hatch of the high-speed assault boat.

In the air, Blaze's bracelet glowed!

"Blaze—!"

A dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, like a sword of divine punishment, and landed heavily in front of an Asgalon that was about to fire a beam of light at the refugees!

Boom!

The earth trembled and smoke and dust rose into the sky!

The light faded, and a giant, alternating between red, blue, and silver, stood tall. The dark blue crystal on his left face gleamed with a cold light. His massive body, like an impassable mountain, shielded the panicked civilians behind him.

"giant!"

"The giants are coming to save us!" The survivors exclaimed and cried in disbelief.

"Buzz!" The Asgalon let out a mechanical roar, its single eye locked onto Blaze who suddenly appeared, and the muzzles of its arms were instantly charged!

"Woo rua!"

Blaze didn't hesitate, launching the first attack! He stomped forward, causing the ground to crack. His massive body exploded with incredible speed, and with a heavy hand blade, he slashed fiercely at the barrel of Asgalon's cannon!