Chapter 25: The Final Severance (Part Two)

Yue Longze gripped the Congyun Sword, its blade shrouded in silver light, standing like a war god before Lina and the others, shielding them behind his powerful form, his fighting spirit blazing.

“Today, I will take your life!” Yue Longze declared, brandishing the Congyun Sword so its tip pointed directly at the Third Generation Kirielod, his aura sharp and piercing. He would never forget the innocent people slaughtered by this monster on that distant planet.

The Third Generation Kirielod let out a sinister, raspy laugh, his presence surging as the barbs on his wrists seemed to become even more rigid and deadly.

“Come, then,” the alien taunted.

He struck first, swinging his arms to hurl wave after wave of yellow energy blades toward Yue Longze.

Yue Longze’s sword moved with lightning speed, shattering each incoming blade with perfect precision.

Behind him, Lina and the others stood dumbfounded, awestruck by the battle unfolding before them—such a fight was beyond anything they had ever witnessed.

“Diga’s son is incredible!” Kuejing cried out, thoroughly impressed by Yue Longze’s swordsmanship.

Yue Longze, stifling a grimace at the comment, continued the fight.

The Third Generation Kirielod’s iron-like right fist flared with red light as he launched a heavy punch at Yue Longze—a blow that would be devastating if it landed.

Yue Longze raised his sword to block with his right hand, and with his free left, countered with a punch of his own. The Third Generation Kirielod parried the attack with his other arm.

After a fierce exchange, the two combatants separated once more.

By now, Diga had already dispatched Abubas. With a flash of blue light, the kidnapped Xincheng and the others were safely transported back to the ground.

Dagu, having spotted Yue Longze’s battle with the Third Generation Kirielod on the surface, shrank himself to human size—even though the timer on his chest was already flashing—and came to join Yue Longze in the fight.

The red light on Dagu’s chest blinked as he stood by Yue Longze’s side. They exchanged a silent nod.

“How amusing, yet your appearances are equally detestable!” sneered the Third Generation Kirielod, his eyes gleaming with wicked light. The sight of these two infuriated him, and he charged, fists clenched, aiming a blow at Dagu.

“Let me handle this!” Yue Longze interjected, knowing Dagu could hardly help—Dagu, even at his peak, was no match for this foe, much less in his weakened state.

Beneath the moonlight, the Congyun Sword shimmered with silver radiance. With tremendous force, Yue Longze swung the blade in a powerful arc, intercepting the Third Generation Kirielod’s attack and knocking his arm aside.

Dagu was stunned. This Ultraman, so similar to himself except for the color, possessed overwhelming strength. Only in that brief clash did Dagu realize he was utterly outmatched.

“Senior...” Dagu began, wanting to speak.

“Huh?” Yue Longze was taken aback, never expecting to be regarded as Dagu’s senior in this world.

“What excitement! Truly, it’s like brothers fighting tigers, or fathers and sons on the battlefield!” Kuejing, watching from a distance, was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

“Indeed, worthy son of Diga!” Xincheng, newly rescued, nodded in admiration at Yue Longze’s formidable power.

Fortunately, Yue Longze did not overhear these remarks—otherwise, he might have beaten Kuejing to a pulp.

The moonlight bathed the land in a silvery glow. The two Digas under the moon seemed coated in argent light.

“Senior... you must win!” Dagu knew he was now more burden than help, and his strength was at its limit. In an instant, he dissolved into a shower of light particles, scattering through the night.

“You’re nothing without that sword of yours,” the Third Generation Kirielod spat, frustrated that all his attacks were neutralized by Yue Longze’s blade.

“Oh? Then I won’t use it,” Yue Longze replied nonchalantly, tossing the sword—still gleaming—into the grass nearby, preparing to fight unarmed.

Now in his human form, Dagu reunited with his teammates, watching his ‘senior’ from afar. For some reason, this figure felt deeply familiar.

With a resounding crash, two fists—each carrying a fierce wind—collided in midair, sending a shockwave rippling out. The dull boom echoed as the force of their strikes sent dust billowing from the ground.

Yue Longze stood unmoved, rooted like a pillar of stone.

After the blow, both fighters retreated—Yue Longze by four steps, the Third Generation Kirielod by only two.

“Why? Why?!” The Third Generation Kirielod was beside himself. He had entered this world, absorbed the souls of his kin, taken in their malice, and yet he still could not utterly crush this infuriating opponent!

Yue Longze, for his part, was faring no better—his foe’s fists were like cold iron, making his own hands ache. Perhaps setting aside the Congyun Sword had been an overestimation of his own strength.

Suddenly, the clear night sky clouded over, thunder rumbling in the distance. Amidst the massing clouds, two bronze doors began to appear, as if about to open.

“That’s... the Gate of Hell!”

“How is this possible? Is their Kirielod God about to descend?”

Yue Longze was stunned. He realized this battle needed to end—now.

The people below, too, noticed the anomaly in the sky, and panic swept over them again. Everyone knew the terror of the Kirielods—their unseen hellfire could consume all at any moment.

“Heh heh heh, that’s right! The sound of human despair excites me!” The Third Generation Kirielod was ecstatic—his great Kirielod God was about to arrive!

“My mighty god will surely take me from this world!” he exulted.

“Take your god and go to hell!” Yue Longze retorted, unleashing his full power. With a thought, the Congyun Sword flew back to his hand, and in a flash, he struck the Third Generation Kirielod, sparks flying from the blow.

“This cursed sword!” The Third Generation Kirielod managed to hook the Congyun Sword with his barbed arms, wrenching it away and tossing it aside. But Yue Longze seized the moment, unleashing a flawless flurry of attacks that sent his foe staggering, clutching his abdomen. With another thought, the sword returned to Yue Longze’s hand.

He advanced, blade in hand, step by step toward the doubled-over Kirielod.

Suddenly, a beam of black light shot from the crack in the Gate of Hell, piercing straight into the Third Generation Kirielod. Power surged through him—an endless supply—making him believe he could now utterly annihilate Diga.

“Thank you, O god!” the Kirielod exulted, enlarging himself and unleashing his power in a destructive rampage.

“He’s gotten even stronger!” Yue Longze gritted his teeth and grew to giant size as well, intercepting the rampaging Kirielod before he could destroy the city. The people watched in awe and curiosity at this black Ultraman.

“Is this Diga Ultraman’s new form?”

“Maybe he’s Diga’s brother!”

The Third Generation Kirielod spun around and delivered a brutal kick to Yue Longze’s chest, the immense force nearly overwhelming him.

Toppled to the ground, Yue Longze was pinned as the Kirielod stomped on his chest timer in a frenzy.

“I absolutely... cannot lose!” he vowed.

The people cheered for Yue Longze—never underestimate the strength of humanity!

“Light!” Yue Longze cried, golden light erupting from his body, golden patterns reappearing on his armor, his power surging.

He shoved the Kirielod off with overwhelming strength, subduing him completely. In this form, Yue Longze was immensely powerful, though he could not maintain it at will.

Under this crushing might, the Kirielod could barely move, sprawled on the ground, nearly dead.

Yue Longze grabbed him by the legs, swung him through the air, and hurled him at the nearly-open Gate of Hell, slamming it shut.

“Zeperion Ray!”

In this golden-patterned form, the Zeperion Ray gleamed gold mixed with purple-black. The beam mercilessly obliterated the Third Generation Kirielod, the Gate of Hell slammed shut, clouds vanished, and the moon shone once more.

“Yay! We won!” Lina exclaimed, leaping for joy.

“Diga’s son is truly powerful!” Kuejing’s jowls quivered with excitement.

Yue Longze’s chest timer was now flashing. He looked up and soared into the sky.

Beneath the moon, in a place where no one could see, Yue Longze reverted to his human form. With a thought, the Congyun Sword and its scabbard appeared in his hand.

He sheathed the sword, its silver light now hidden, and stared blankly at the restored night sky.

He had no idea what the appearance of the Gate of Hell truly meant.

“But still... thank you, Camilla.”