Volume One, Chapter 108: The Coming Battle

Casting a glance at the equally concealed Tartaros, Torekia had already roughly guessed his intent.

It was likely to create warriors from parallel-dimensional isotopes.

With this thought, the last trace of curiosity in Torekia’s heart was extinguished.

In the Land of Light, aside from the Ultraman King, no one could pose a threat to him.

Belial could not, nor could this ultimate lifeform.

"Enough, I just need to carry out my plan. Why bother about others?" Torekia murmured softly, his body gradually fading until he vanished from that space-time.

...

Plasma Galaxy.

Outside the Phantom Comet, a vast fleet of ships, monsters, and aliens gathered densely, their presence dark and formidable.

Behind them, tens of thousands of Dark Ultra Warriors stood in formation.

These Dark Ultra Warriors all wore expressionless faces, their gazes vacant, like emotionless war machines.

As ripples shimmered through the space ahead, the three leaders of the Bareru immediately knelt in greeting: "My lord, we are ready!"

Countless aliens cast curious glances.

Though they had pledged allegiance to the Plasma Galaxy, they had never seen the mysterious ruler.

Today, was he finally going to appear?

The spatial disturbance ceased, revealing Torekia’s figure.

The moment they saw him, the aliens were stunned, then their expressions twisted into something strange as they screamed: "Torekia!"

Clearly, they knew him.

Yet they did not realize that he was the true king of the Plasma Galaxy.

Looking down at the vast army assembled below, a satisfied smile spread across Torekia’s face.

Such a scale was already enough to challenge the Land of Light.

"My lord," Garum spoke swiftly, "our forces are divided into three parts: first, the Dark Legion you personally created; second, monsters enhanced by the Plasma Soul; and third, various alien species along with the monsters they command."

As he spoke, Garum subtly shifted his position, directing his gaze toward the dozens of kings of races standing below.

The aura emanating from them was stellar-class.

Seeing Torekia look towards them, the dozens of mighty kings immediately bowed their heads: "Greetings, my lord."

Among them were many from the Dark Nebula, who had met Torekia before.

They had never imagined that, in such a short time, Torekia would have risen to such heights.

Most importantly, he was about to wage war against the Land of Light!

When the Ampela aliens had attacked the Land of Light, they had been present as well.

They had expected to annihilate the Ultra Clan in one stroke, yet who would have thought the Ampela elder was so useless!

Not only useless, but he was utterly defeated on the fragile planet Earth—truly a disgrace to the title of emperor.

"Emperor..." murmured the king of the Abo race, his eyes suddenly flashing as he exclaimed loudly, "Now that Lord Torekia commands the entire Plasma Galaxy, his status surpasses even the Three Kings. Compared to the former Dark Emperor, he is incomparably stronger."

"I believe it is time for us aliens to revere a new emperor."

At these words, the assembly erupted in uproar.

Other leaders nodded in agreement with this proposal.

The three Bareru naturally had no objections.

In fact, they had entertained this idea long ago.

After all, Lord Torekia’s campaign against the Land of Light had already earned the recognition of 80% of the universe’s species.

This alone was enough to crown him emperor.

Combined with his unrivaled power, becoming the new Dark Emperor who would surpass the Ampela was inevitable.

But since someone had proposed it, they had to play along.

The three lifted their heads, their eyes burning as they looked at Torekia: "My lord, what is your will?"

Torekia let out a light chuckle, tinged with disdain and contempt: "No need for emperor. If you’re truly sincere, then kill more Ultra Warriors in battle."

Swish—

All the alien leaders knelt, their voices deep and thunderous: "We shall do so without hesitation!"

Slaying Ultra Warriors was a hatred etched into their very bones; even without Torekia’s command, they would prove it with their own hands.

"Very well." Torekia nodded with satisfaction, facing the direction of the Land of Light: "Advance!"

Though brief, those words ignited the fiery blood of every alien present in an instant.

Their eyes gleamed fiercely, dark energy surging from their bodies, exuding a ruthless determination to take the Land of Light or never return.

Leading the charge were the monstrous armies commanded by the Empire’s aliens.

A flock of volcanic monster birds cleared the way, followed closely by the Zetton Legion.

On the left wing was the mechanical fleet of the Kingukyo, and on the right, the massive forces of the Gos aliens.

Behind them surged countless monsters and the Dark Legion.

Many interstellar hunters drifting through the cosmos were struck with terror upon witnessing this scene.

Meanwhile, the Land of Light had already prepared for battle.

Countless Ultra Warriors floated in the cosmic space of the Land of Light, their faces tense as they awaited the impending clash.

The Ultra Brothers flew up at this moment, standing side by side.

"Hikari, activate the defensive shield," Zoffy ordered, ready to face death without fear.

The Ultra Warriors looked back at the energy dome slowly expanding to cover the Land of Light, their gazes resolute.

This was their homeland, their home; no matter what, they would protect it to the end, even at the cost of their lives.

A soft hum sounded.

It was the sound of the defensive shield forming, and the Ultra Warriors summoning their weapons.

Taro lowered his head, eyes flickering; no one knew what he was thinking.

Seven patted his shoulder in comfort: "Don’t be so nervous. Sero and the others have already dealt with the monsters on Earth; they’ll be back soon."

"I’m fine," Taro shook his head slightly, exhaling softly. "I just never imagined that Torekia would truly become an enemy of the Land of Light."

Not long ago, he had still hoped Torekia might lay aside his grievances and accept the light once more.

But now, as Torekia had said... he had been far too naive.

"They’re coming!" an Ultra Warrior suddenly shouted.

All the Ultras’ gazes sharpened as they looked ahead.

What appeared before them was an overwhelming barrage of fireballs.

"Watch out!" Zoffy shouted. "Activate the barrier!"

The Ultra Warriors promptly deployed the Ultra Barrier, forming a powerful defense ahead.

Bang, bang, bang, bang... boom!

The fireballs rained down like a tempest, ceaseless and relentless.

Yet even so, they could not breach the Ultra Warriors’ defense.

As time passed, countless volcanic monster birds appeared in Taro’s sight.

His expression changed slightly, but he issued his combat commands calmly: "First squad, advance!"