Chapter 1296
Belial: My good darling!
"Damn it, these Star Guides are really damn annoying!"
Belial's human form sat on the sofa, eating fruit.
He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with messy black hair, an arrogant gaze, and a cynical smile. He wore a loose black T-shirt and jeans, sprawled on the sofa like a lazy yet dangerous beast. But if you looked closely, you could see the flame burning deep within his eyes—a tyrannical soul that had traversed countless life and death, witnessing the birth and destruction of the universe.
He's really unhappy right now!
"Mr. Beria, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, those bastards had the technology before."
The professor was eating fruit beside him. He was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, his white lab coat stained with machine oil and unidentified chemical reagents, looking like he'd escaped from some mad scientist's lab. He was the chief researcher in the EDF's technology department, responsible for developing various equipment for Ultraman's human hosts.
"Damn it! These bastards! I'm going to kill them all!"
Belial tossed the apple core precisely into the trash can, slamming his fist on the sofa armrest with a dull thud. The more they acted this way, the more Belial wanted to kill these Star Guides! After all, in Belial's eyes, these Star Guides were utterly cowardly! They couldn't take a joke!
The time rewind tactic is no longer viable; these bastards have switched to endless unit production!
What a coward!
Cui Ming and Time joined forces to lock down the Star Guides' time technology. Those bastards can no longer rewind and start over whenever they're losing, turning the battle into an endless loop. Now, driven to desperation, they're frantically pulling in reinforcements from various timelines and parallel universes, overwhelming everything with sheer numbers.
Of course, calling it a parallel universe is more accurate to say it's a more distant future.
"Hey, Professor, how's my new toy?"
Beria looked at the professor and asked, his eyes filled with the anticipation of a child waiting for a new game console.
The professor glanced at Belial helplessly.
“Mr. Belial, although the weapon we developed may not be as powerful as Mr. Zoffy’s M87 beam, it can at least save you a lot of effort. If possible, please don’t call it a toy.”
"Hahaha! Because it's fun!"
As he spoke, Beria patted the professor on the shoulder with such force that the professor winced.
"Let me tell you, your weapons and equipment are pretty good, but we're dealing with really big stuff. Your stuff will be ruined after one use."
"Therefore, please do not use force."
"Hahaha! They've gotten carried away!"
Belial's laughter was awkward. He recalled the "portable dimensional cutting blade" from last time, which was originally designed to precisely sever the energy lines of the Star Guide mothership, but he got carried away and used it as a club, ultimately smashing the entire mothership, along with its weapons, into scrap metal.
If the Land of Light in other worlds saw Belial like this, their jaws would probably drop.
After all, Belial in other worlds was tricked by Reibrondo, but in this world, he was unharmed because of Cui Ming.
Just as Belial was about to be possessed, Cui Ming intervened at the crucial moment, stopping the Reibrondo alien's plan to possess Belial. Not only that, he fought alongside Belial, sought revenge together, and searched for meaning in the ruins together. While Belial remains unruly and brutally warlike, a hint of humanity has appeared deep within him?
There are even Star Medals now.
It was awarded by Mother of Ultra herself, recognizing his contributions in the battle against the Star Guides. Belial's expression when he received the medal was priceless—it was as if he had witnessed the most incredible miracle in the universe.
"Alright, when will the new toy be ready?" Belial stood up and stretched his neck. "Those bastards from the Star Guides are gathering again. I need to stretch my muscles."
The professor sighed and pulled a small device from his pocket: "This is a 'time-anchoring grenade,' capable of interfering with time-rewinding devices within a 500-meter radius, but it can only be used once, and..."
"Okay, okay, I won't use it violently." Belial snatched the grenade, grinned, revealing sharp canines. His smile was full of fighting spirit and anticipation, like a beast about to charge into its hunting grounds.
"Let's go, let's have some fun!"
His figure disappeared in the teleportation light, leaving the professor sitting on the sofa, looking at the fruit peels all over the floor, shaking his head helplessly.
"Hopefully, this time, we can get a complete part back."
Belial appeared in the teleportation beam and landed on the helipad of the EDF forward base. Busy soldiers and darting aircraft surrounded him, while the muffled roar of artillery fire echoed in the distance.
"Mr. Belial! The energy replenishment device is ready!"
An EDF warrior ran over and saluted, his face beaming with undisguised excitement. In this world, Ultraman isn't a myth, but a comrade-in-arms. Especially Belial, who, despite his fiery temper, always charges to the front lines, crushing enemies in the most direct way.
"Ah."
Belial nodded and walked towards the energy tower in the center of the base. It was a support device specially developed by the EDF Technology Department for Ultraman, which could continuously replenish light energy and keep them in peak condition during long battles.
"Where's the hammer this time?"
"Here!"
Another warrior pushed in a massive metal box, which gleamed coldly the moment it was opened. It was a gigantic warhammer, its head the size of a small car, its surface covered in intricate energy patterns, and its handle inlaid with a stabilizing device. This was the professor's latest creation, specifically designed for a "violent operator" like Belial.
Beria's eyes lit up.
"Hahaha! That's awesome!"
He picked up the warhammer, weighed it in his hand, and felt its heavy weight. The hammer's weight was just right, and the energy patterns emitted a faint hum when touched, as if responding to his fighting spirit.
"Tell the professor I'll be gentler this time."
The EDF warriors exchanged glances, then gave each other helpless smiles. They knew Belial all too well; the word "gentle" coming from his mouth was practically equivalent to "he won't smash the planet to pieces."
"Energy replenishment initiation!"
Blue light surged from the energy tower, enveloping Belial's entire body. He felt power coursing through his veins, every cell rejoicing. This overwhelming feeling compelled him to roar to the heavens, the sound shaking the glass of the base.
"gone!"
A burst of light erupted, and Belial's transformation was complete. His silver-red body stood tall in the center of the base, several times taller than the surrounding buildings. He gripped his warhammer, feeling the energy flowing through the weapon, and then leaped into the sky. (End of Chapter)