Moonlight team, are you awake?

From the moment he was kicked in the groin by the Kirieloid, Wan Jiet was like an aerial fighter hit by a windmill. You can't say he lost outright, but his rhythm was definitely disrupted, and his performance went from a showy, high-flying style to a street dogfight.

After thoroughly beating Wan Jie Te into a weakened state, the group simultaneously took a step back and, taking advantage of the brief moment Wan Jie Te was repairing his body, began to gather their ultimate attack power.

Tiga instantly switched back to his composite form, charging up the Zepelion Ray, while Guregor gathered energy in his chest and fired the Solgent Ray.

When the light from the two intertwined, an incredibly terrifying explosive force suddenly erupted, startling both of them.

Without a doubt, this was Tiga's Zepellion and Gregler's Solgent triggering the combined attack "TD Special," which amplified the power of the beam by 10 to 20 times.

This move is a combined attack unleashed by Dyna and Tiga in the Dyna movie, Star Warriors. It completely destroyed the 258-meter-tall behemoth Queen Monera with a single strike. However, the embarrassing thing is that Daigo doesn't have this memory because... the Tiga in Star Warriors is not him.

In the story of Super Saiyan 8, all he could recall was the plot of the TV series. He didn't even know the story of the final Holy War. In other words, he didn't know anything about the Dark Giants, the ancient vengeful woman Camilla, let alone the time of the Star Warriors.

As for Guregor, he's just like Dyna in the Dream World, a Space Ranger with the same abilities as Dyna, but he couldn't possibly know about TD Special.

At this moment, the two accidentally unleashed this combined attack, leaving everyone present stunned. Everyone knew that a combined beam attack would amplify its power, but wasn't the amplification a bit too high for the two of you?

The enhanced "TD Special" instantly blasted Wan Jie Te's body apart, and under continuous barrage, it reduced Wan Jie Te to ashes, leaving not even a trace.

This is partly due to the fact that the special body defense is worrisome, but the power of the combined attack should not be underestimated either.

"We won!" Seeing Wan Jie Te defeated, the "Heisei Three Heroes" shook hands excitedly, with Kirieloid and Guregor showing expressions similar to Kanade and Agamus.

Meanwhile, Mebius's side achieved an overwhelming victory on the battlefield.

When the Godler aliens and the Empire aliens arrived to provide support, including the Dark Baltan aliens who had already become one with Mebius, the number of friendly units on the field reached exactly 7.

Mebius's first reaction was naturally to merge into Infinite Mebius, which would definitely defeat Daiborig. But just as he was about to unleash his Mebius aura and call on everyone to merge with him, Max calmly stopped him: "Wait a minute, Mebius."

"What's wrong, Max-senpai?" Mebius looked puzzled, because Max was even communicating with him using Ultraman telepathy, but they were clearly face to face, so why was the call encrypted?

"You were just planning to combine into the Infinite Form, right?"

"Yes, wouldn't that guarantee a victory?"

“Don’t do that yet.” Max shook his head almost imperceptibly. “Have you considered why we were separated this time?”

"Because they're afraid we'll merge with Father of Ultra again?" Mebius instantly realized the reason.

"That's right. The other side has definitely started to be wary of our units that can combine. If you also reveal your ability to combine, then the next target will be you."

"But if we don't combine, it will be difficult for us to defeat this guy, right?" Mebius peeked out from behind cover and glanced at Daiborig, who was unleashing a barrage of bullets. That guy's firepower was just too fierce; his side couldn't handle it at all, and they couldn't fight him head-on.

“There are other methods besides fusion.” Max looked down at the Mebius aura on Mebius’s wrist: “Your Mebius aura can function like Taro’s Ultra Antenna, and your Flame Brave form has the ability to use Ultra Bombs just like Taro. Do you understand what I mean?”

"I see. Senior Max means that everyone should concentrate their power on me and unleash a skill similar to Instructor Taro's Super Ultra Bomb?"

"Yes, although this will increase your threat level in the eyes of the other party, it won't raise you to the level of Father of Ultra and Taro. So next time, when a stronger opponent comes, you can use the power of fusion to give them a surprise."

“I understand, watch me!” Mebius nodded, then switched to his Flame Warrior form, while Max used Ultra Telepathy to convey the plan to the others: “Everyone! Transfer your power to Mebius!”

.......PS.......

While I was writing this, a hilarious image suddenly popped into my head for no reason. So, here's a silly, absurd little skit for you all.

(This is roughly the story before the Yapools sent the Strium Bracelet to the galaxy)

When the Ultra Brothers were unable to fight, the Yapool from the Prison Dream Universe suggested that their powers could be temporarily entrusted to Ace Killer.

then

"Transfer Zoffy's M87 energy to the ace assassin!"

"Transfer Ultraman's Specium energy to Ace Killer!"

"Pass Jack's bracelet to the ace assassin!"

"Transfer Seven's Emerium energy to the Ace Assassin!"

"Transfer Ace's Metallium energy to Ace Assassin!"

"Transfer Taro's Strium Energy to Ace Assassin!"

"Transfer Leo's L77 energy to Ace Assassin!"

boom!

The ace assassin exploded.

"Operation failed! Hahahahahahahaha........ (Recommended to be enjoyed while listening to the original work's laughter)"

Chapter 373 K-Rank Dungeon, Graduated!

After finalizing the battle plan, the group immediately channeled their energy into Mebius in his Flame Warrior form. With each unit of energy they channeled, the flames and light emanating from Mebius intensified.

As Dai Boligu was unleashing a barrage of attacks, he suddenly felt the surrounding temperature begin to rise unnaturally, as if the entire dark realm was heating up at an unnatural rate.

When it finally locked onto the energy source, its mechanical pupils contracted seventeen times in a fraction of a second—it looked like there was another sun over there.

That was not the real sun, but a blazing fireball transformed from the Flame Warrior. Due to the immense energy it released, Mebius's body was completely enveloped in intense light and flames, making him look like a miniature star.

"Burn—Mebium Bomb!" Mebius roared, instantly lunging at Daiborigu.

The first reaction of the Deborah Rig was naturally to release various beam cannons to block it. In just an instant, all the cannons on its body went into full firepower. Gem Spark, laser cannon, crimson beam cannon, and the most powerful main cannon, the Deborah Rig Cannon, were fired at the same time, and the colorful beams of light instantly filled the battlefield.

Its barrage attack was indeed very powerful. Trying to avoid such a barrage attack was like trying to keep your body dry in a downpour. Therefore, everyone had almost no chance to fight back and spent the whole time changing different covers to avoid it.

However, once fully charged, Mebius could ignore Daiborig's attack simply by relying on the high-temperature energy covering his body. After all, the combined power of the seven people could have created an Infinite Mebius stronger than Super Taro. Now, it was only used to release the Burning Mebium Bomb, so the overflowing energy was naturally incredibly powerful.

Mebius entered high-speed charge mode, deflecting all attacks in his path, and then gave Diablo a loving hug.

In an instant, the sheer heat emanating from Mebius's body was enough to overwhelm the Diablo armor. The bearings at the joints of his body began to twist, emitting a metallic groan. The mechanical arms, which had been used for struggling, had melted into a solid block of metal under the intense heat. Liquefied metal flowed continuously down his limbs and torso, and his shape began to round out rapidly—because the sharp edges had melted away.

This was merely the residual heat; before Deborah Rig's body completely melted, Mebius activated the true Burning Mebium Bomb—

Light—light so intense it could burn through the retina—burst forth from Mebius. The metal shell of the Daiborig was vaporized in a fraction of a second, and tens of thousands of tons of alloy skeleton melted like wax. The molten metal was completely evaporated before it could even drip.

The violent explosion leveled the entire area, and even with Ultraman's vision, the end of the affected area could not be seen.

Dai Boligu was instantly killed in this hit.

"I did it!" Mebius, whose body had reformed, took a few deep breaths and then raised his right fist in triumph.

“Great!” Max nodded.

Three of the four K-class monsters have been eliminated, leaving only Satan Delos, the monster opposite me in my dream.

Undoubtedly, when the Hipporito aliens arrived to provide support, I immediately thought of the most suitable method to deal with Satan Delos—the classic Hollowfication hook tactic.

He had already performed the Hollow Hook tactic twice with the Hipporito aliens. Sphia had already thought of a way to deal with this move, which was to find the main body hidden inside the shield. As long as the main body was attacked, the phantom outside would not be able to exist.

Or, to be more straightforward, you could simply steal Hipporito. Once you kill or wound him, the Hollowfication tactic would be completely broken.

Indeed, the Hipporito alien was given special treatment in almost every battle, which meant it spent most of its time recovering from injuries and was unable to use the Hollowfication tactic with my dream.

However, this time, Hipporito was still at full strength, and Gamu even released Maga Yamata no Orochi to guard the side, while Father of Ultra was responsible for entangled with Satan Delos, preventing it from rushing up to stop Gamu.

Hipporito's shield successfully enveloped Gamu, who then began spinning rapidly inside. During this time, numerous Spheres did indeed appear from all directions, attempting to stop Gamu, but before they could coalesce into monsters, Maga Yamata no Orochi, who was waiting nearby, used its wind-attribute power to suck them directly into its mouth and gulp them down like peanuts.

"Virtual Hook, activate!" A phantom 200 meters tall materialized in front of the barrier.

The phantom created by the Hipporito capsule of the Hipporito aliens is much larger than the real body. Since it is just a phantom, it cannot be hit and has lost its physical attack ability. However, the phantom can release light skills by projecting energy into the real body. In other words, it can pass directly through Satan Delos's barrier and launch an attack from inside.

Holding a dark ring, I walked over with a healthy smile: "Come and protect the Earth with me for the rest of your life..."

As a Specia chimera, Satan Delos naturally knew what was going to happen next. Its first instinct was to turn around and run away, but how could Father of Ultra, an experienced veteran warrior, let it escape?

As soon as Satan Delos turned around, he saw Father of Ultra appear in front of him. Then, an Ultra Dumbbell shot out at lightning speed blinded Satan Delos's visual system.

Just as Satan Delos was disoriented due to a brief loss of vision, my evil little hand reached into its body from behind, just as Belial had stabbed the Mirror Knight from behind.

The hard, black ring suddenly pierced into his body, and Satan Delos froze instantly. Then the ring released a powerful suction force, continuously absorbing Satan Delos's energy. He could only stand frozen in place, his body twitching continuously, but he was powerless to struggle. Although he activated the barrier at maximum power, the once invincible barrier now seemed so pale and powerless in front of the ethereal Gamu.

After a full minute of absorption, I suddenly pulled out the Dark Ring, and Satan Delos was completely absorbed, turning into a card in my hand.

After the last K was destroyed, the Dark Realm collapsed completely, and everyone reappeared in their original positions.

"Looks like everyone's won." Zero smugly surveyed his surroundings. "Indeed, we are invincible—"

"You can't talk nonsense!" I dreamed, and teleported up to cover Zero's mouth.

"You're back." A familiar voice came from beside them. Imu looked down and saw that it was Hayata Susumu, the first human form, standing not far away.

"Oh, it's the original old man. How's your recovery going?" I rubbed my hands together, almost asking, "Is it convenient for you to come back and have the stitches put back in?"

Hayata smiled but didn't answer directly. Instead, he said, "I've traveled around human society, and your world is truly amazing. Although the external threats are terrifying, the power of humanity is also the strongest I've ever seen!"

He gazed at the rising sun in the distance, a smile on his face: "With that person leading humanity and fighting alongside us Ultra Warriors, I believe we will definitely win!"

Chapter 374 The Sun Will Rise Again

During their recovery, the Ultra Brothers each took on human forms and moved around in human society. For example, Taro wandered around the school as a caring older brother, Gen played the guitar sadly on the street, and Hideki Go chatted and laughed with the workers at the auto repair shop.

Hayata Susumu, the first incarnation, chose to disguise himself as a reporter and conduct interviews and investigations throughout society.

While I was fighting a bloody battle with others, the First Generation, who was recuperating from his injuries, arrived at a construction site for post-disaster reconstruction.

The setting sun cast its golden glow on the scaffolding, its light reflecting off the unfinished steel frame of the building. The air was thick with the smell of concrete and steel bars as workers moved through the ruins, carrying materials, operating machinery, and measuring the foundations. This place was once the battlefield where the battle against Seggu was fought, and now it is being reshaped and revitalized by human hands.

Hayata stood quietly to the side, raising his camera to record these scenes. He had interviewed many survivors of the disaster and heard many voices—some thanked Ultraman, some complained that the houses they had painstakingly built had collapsed again, and some simply buried themselves in their work in silence, placing all their hopes on this unfinished city.

Just then, as he continued taking photos, he noticed a peculiar figure—in the midst of the bustling construction site, an elderly man with white hair stood in an inconspicuous corner, a blueprint spread out before him. He wore ordinary construction work clothes, the cuffs stained gray with cement and dust. He gently stroked the blueprint with both hands, his gaze focused, a dignified air emanating from his slightly furrowed brow.

Judging by appearances alone, this person seems to be an engineer on a construction site, but his aura is not what an ordinary engineer would have.

If an ordinary construction engineer has this level of aura, then even the original Ultraman would want to ask Father of Ultra to build a plasma spark tower here so that the humans here can also ascend to become Ultraman.

Hayata Susumu straightened his clothes, smiled slightly, stepped forward, and took the initiative to speak to the old man: "Hello, I am reporter Hayata Susumu. I am currently working on a report about post-disaster reconstruction. May I have a chat with you?"

The old man slowly raised his head, his gaze steady as a mountain, as if he could see into people's hearts. He glanced at Hayata Susumu, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "A reporter, huh? Of course, I didn't expect you to come here. I thought you would be more interested in Ultraman news."

“Of course, it’s not just Ultraman who will save the world, but also you all,” Hayata replied calmly.

The old man chuckled softly after hearing this, then turned his gaze back to the construction site: "An interesting point of view. What would you like to ask?"

"Since you just mentioned Ultraman, I'd like to ask you, and everyone else, what are your thoughts on Ultraman?"

The old man didn't answer immediately. Instead, he silently looked around, his gaze settling on a group of workers who were working together to move steel bars. He slowly began to speak: "Ultraman is light, and humanity is the land. Light shines on the earth, bringing it the power to revitalize it. However, the land itself must also be solid enough; otherwise, even with sunlight, life cannot break through the soil."

Hayata was slightly taken aback, not expecting such an answer. He tentatively asked, "You mean... we can't rely on Ultraman?"

The old man shook his head, his expression calm: "Dependence? No, we can't just depend on Ultraman, what we need to do is strive to walk alongside them. Humanity must never forget that we must rely on ourselves."

He turned around and looked directly at Hayata Susumu, his eyes revealing an unwavering conviction.

"Human history is a history of constantly breaking free from dependence and moving towards independence. Ultraman is our comrade and our friend. They are willing to help us and help us through difficulties. We are grateful to them, but one day, we must stand up on our own, stand at the same height, and then walk side by side. This is what we should do and must do."

"Stand up and walk side by side..." Hayata repeated these words softly, lost in thought. He regretted not calling Zoffy to come along; if Zoffy heard this, she would surely be very happy.

"You seem very confident about the future of humanity, but the current situation doesn't seem optimistic."

The old man smiled gently, his eyes revealing the wisdom accumulated over the years: "Because I believe in the power of the collective, the power of humanity, and the power of our partner, Ultraman."

"Why are you so confident?" Hayata was already a little confused—hearing humans say these words as an Ultraman was incredibly moving, almost like discovering that the little kid he had always protected had grown up.

The old man slightly raised his hand and pointed around—

"Look, this place used to be a battlefield, then ruins, but what about now? Some people are sweating profusely building houses, some are transporting supplies to ensure availability, and some are planning the future. Everyone is contributing, everyone is helping each other, and everyone is doing what they can." His voice was deep and powerful, as if telling an eternal truth, "This is the humanity that Ultraman has always protected, and we will never let them down."

Hayata Susumu pondered for a moment, his gaze following Hayata's gesture as he looked around.

This land, once reduced to ruins by war, is now being rebuilt by humankind with their own hands. They do not possess extraordinary power, nor the bodies of giants of light, but they are still striving to do what they can, what they can do as human beings.

"So, you believe that humanity can stand on its own?"

“Not only can we, we must.” The old man’s gaze was firm. “Ultraman saves the world in his own way, and we must build the world in our own way. Our core idea is unity, mutual assistance, and common progress. The strongest force of mankind is not individual heroism, but collective struggle. We and Ultraman are a collective, not scattered individuals.”

Just as the two were talking, a construction engineer wearing a hard hat quickly walked over and whispered to the old man, "Sir, the inspection team just discovered that the foundation is at risk of settlement. What should we do?"

The old man's expression hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "Immediately reassess the structural plan and make the necessary changes. It's better to delay than to let anyone move into a dangerous building."

The engineer nodded solemnly and quickly ran back to the construction site to direct the adjustment of the plan.

Hayata looked at the white-haired old man. Although he was very old, his words were still strong and his decisions were decisive. His eyes revealed a deep sense of responsibility.

This person is no ordinary engineer—Hayata confirmed this once again.

"You don't look like a typical engineer."

The old man chuckled softly, his gaze deep: "And you? You don't look like an ordinary reporter either."

Hayata Susumu paused for a moment, then chuckled. He wanted to ask more questions, but in the end he just nodded.

“If humanity had someone like you…” he said slowly, “I think Ultraman’s battle will one day end in victory.”