The New Generation of Ultraman Villains

The figure of the cosmic storyteller appeared and said, "Today we will interrupt with a movie viewing."

[The Star Hunter and a ferocious figure are enveloped by the explosion, and a ball of light is pushed out by the shockwave.]

[At the center of the explosion, the Star Hunter's figure gradually dissipates, and the outstretched hand reluctantly leaves the black figure.]

[A pitch-black chain appeared out of nowhere, locking the hideous, dark figure.]

[Neck, shoulders, arms, thighs, ankles, the links of the chain are like roots, deep into the flesh.]

[The tightening ring around the neck forced the ferocious figure to raise his head in agony, his dark, narrow eyes tinged with a faint crimson.]

[The mouth changes shape, revealing ferocious fangs and sharp claws, which continuously claw at the ring around the neck.]

[Finally, nine chains forcibly pulled the ferocious figure into the void. After the explosion dissipated, this space returned to peace.]

[The evil god Kiri arrives and reaches out to protect the weak light. "Punishment..."]

[Kiri saw Astra's figure, hid the small light in his heart, and entered the gate of hell.]

Astra couldn't help but hold his forehead, wondering why he was so slow in the parallel universe!

If I were to be quicker, I could bring back the minor fine...

Tregear clenched his fists as he watched the evil god disappear through the gates of Hell. His child... punishment... had been taken away...

Taro gently pried open Tregear's fingertips and held his wounded palm.

Tiga sighed as he felt the gazes of several people. It was his parallel universe self who knew this evil god, not him...

"But it seems that this evil god also knows Xiao Fazui. Judging from his cautious attitude, he should not harm Fazui..."

Taro comforted Tregear, and the others present couldn't help but sigh, hoping so.

Little Taiga held Tregear's other hand and said, "Mother, my brother will be fine."

Seven felt a little sad. That human, Mr. String Man, also died...

Belia in his dark form was curious about who the figure being carried away in chains was.

[Inside the gate of hell, amidst the tyranny and darkness, a piece of light has been opened up.]

[The small ball of light landed in a delicate nest, padded with soft white plush cushions, and continued to absorb the light.]

The evil god Kyrieloid stood quietly to the side, mimicking a tall humanoid figure, his magnificent wings draped over the blanket. "I don't know how long you'll sleep this time... This is my punishment."

Tregear was furious. This evil god was abominable. "The punishment... is my son."

"Torre, calm down. After all, he is saving Xiaofazin..." Taro carefully comforted Tregear.

[The scene shows the towering Spark Tower of the Kingdom of Light. As the camera zooms in, it suddenly reveals a deep, dark mass beneath the bright sparks.]

[A pitch-black figure, bound by chains soaked in plasma sparks, lies supine in a cage made of plasma crystal, enveloped in pure darkness.]

[Sharp plasma crystals pierce through the shoulders and chest, followed by the palms, abdomen, and legs.]

[The cage constructed of plasma crystals resembles an altar, and the spreading frost freezes the body struggling in pain.]

[Through the thin layer of ice, the timer on his chest flickered faintly, and within the pitch-black eyelights, a flash of crimson shone before fading into silence again.]

The audience looked at each other in surprise. Who was under the Spark Tower?

Ultra Father couldn't help but take a step forward. Punishment... No, Punishment was taken away by the evil god. It can't be Punishment...

"Since the one who was taken away was the Blood Punishment, then who was suppressed under the Plasma Spark Tower?"

Belia in his dark form expressed his curiosity.

"Torre!" Taro hugged the unsteady Tregear. "If it's not a punishment... then it could be Yuga..."

"Maybe, neither is true, Torre!" Taro comforted Tregear.

Little Cero was silent. His little cousin...

Leo squatted down and gently touched little Zero's head. Seven stood a few steps away and sighed slightly, but at least his son was willing to eat the soybean flour rice cake he made.