Chapter 1298
Belial: Next time, definitely
"Beria, you've gone a bit too far."
"What did you say?!"
Beria was very unhappy when he heard someone mention him.
He sprang up from the sofa, his black hair standing on end, his eyes instantly turning fierce, like a provoked wild beast. An untamed, tyrannical aura erupted from him, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. He turned his head, staring intently at the source of the sound.
He looked at Hayata.
Hayata wasn't afraid of him at all.
Hayata leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, dressed in a well-tailored suit, exuding a military-like authority even in a relaxed state. His gaze was calm and resolute, meeting Belial's burning eyes without flinching. As one of the earliest Ultraman warriors to arrive in this world, he had seen too many storms; Belial's temper seemed like a child throwing a tantrum in his presence.
Meanwhile, the professor standing nearby felt even more aggrieved.
The middle-aged man with glasses crouched in the corner, holding a piece of hammerhead fragment in his hands, his body trembling slightly. His white coat was stained with machine oil, and his hair was a mess, making him look like he hadn't slept for three days. Hearing Beria's unrepentant complaints, he finally couldn't help but look up, his eyes glistening with tears.
How dare you say that?
The professor's voice was choked with sobs as he shakily raised the shard as if it were a torn-up will.
"These props are the ones I worked so hard to make!"
He jumped to his feet, rushed to Belial, and nearly shoved the fragment into Belial's mouth. The twisted metal still bore the charred marks of the energy patterns, the anti-slip texture on the handle was worn smooth, and the entire structure exhibited a heartbreakingly unnatural curvature.
"Every time it's destroyed by brute force!"
The professor practically roared, tears welling behind his glasses. He recalled the blueprints he'd spent countless nights designing, the material ratios he'd tested repeatedly, the intricate structures to which he'd poured his heart and soul. Each time a new weapon was completed, he watched it go to war like his own child, only to have it repeatedly used like disposable chopsticks by that brute Beria.
“Three months! I spent three months on this hammer!” The professor’s fingers were trembling. “Theoretically, it can withstand fifty full-force strikes! Fifty times! And what happened? You used it eighteen times! And the last three times were deliberately overloaded! Do you think this is a firecracker?!”
Belial was stunned by this sudden outburst. He instinctively took a half step back, and a crack appeared on his defiant face.
Hayata and Dan Moroboshi exchanged a glance, then took a step back in unison, giving the professor room to perform. Dan Moroboshi even took a bag of sunflower seeds out of his trench coat pocket and handed a handful to Hayata.
"And then there's that quantum cutting blade from last time! I specifically added a molecular stabilizer! And what happened? You used it to cut through the armor of a frigate! It's for cutting, not chopping!" The professor became more and more agitated, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose. "Do you know how much it costs to make a molecular stabilizer?! Do you know how many rare elements it consumes?!"
Belial: "."
He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but seeing the professor's almost tearful expression and the broken hammerhead in his hand, he could only awkwardly look away.
"I'll be gentler next time?" he asked tentatively.
"There won't be a next time!" The professor slammed the shards onto the sofa. "Next time, I'll equip your weapon with a self-destruct device! It'll explode the moment it detects violent operation! I'll blow you to bits, you bastard!"
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Then Belial grinned: "That thing can't kill me. Have you forgotten I'm Ultraman?" Professor: "."
Hayata: "."
Dan Moroboshi: "."
The professor covered his face and crouched back in the corner, letting out a mournful groan.
Father of Ultra, now in his human form, looked at Belial and smiled.
It was a middle-aged man with silver hair, wearing a well-tailored black overcoat, his face dignified yet gentle, standing in the shadows of the EDF base observation platform. His eyes were a warm amber color, looking through the glass at the black-haired youth on the tarmac below. Belial was still arguing with Hayata, Dan Moroboshi, and the others, gesturing with his hands, his face bearing that defiant yet vibrant expression.
Belial has changed a lot.
I used to want to use the power of plasma sparks, but now I've given up on pursuing that power, which is good.
Ken recalled that night long ago in the Land of Light. Belial stood beneath the Plasma Spark Tower, his eyes burning with jealousy and longing, wanting to touch that forbidden power. Back then, Belial was blinded by power, his heart consumed by jealousy, ultimately leading him to self-destruction. But in this world, Cui Ming stopped it all. The current Belial still yearns for battle, still pursues strength, but what he seeks is the sweat shed fighting alongside comrades, the exhilaration of smashing enemy ships, not that empty, destructive power.
Father of Ultra withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips. This change was more precious than any medal.
However, Father of Ultra didn't forget to look for that grandson of a brat named Reibrondo.
Damn it! That bastard is ruthless!
Jian's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He remembered that damned undead being—the Reibrondo alien. That bastard was lurking near the Land of Light, like a viper in the shadows, waiting for Belial to waver in his jealousy so he could forcibly possess him and turn Belial into a vessel for his resurrection.
They're just waiting to scam people from outside their homes!
"I'll find you sooner or later," Jian cursed in a low voice, clenching his fist. "Even if you're immortal, I'll tear you to pieces so you can never hurt anyone again."
No wonder the Father of Ultra acted this way.
Belial was a close friend of Father of Ultra!
To put it bluntly
What if either Belial or Father of Ultra were a woman?
Then Mother of Ultra has nothing to do with it.
That's right, that's the situation.
Father of Ultra turned and left the observation platform, his coat billowing in the wind. The arguing below continued, Belial's voice the loudest, carrying his characteristic arrogance:
"I'll definitely be gentler next time! I'd be a dog if I lied to you!"
"You said the same thing last time!"
"The same thing happened the time before last!"
Jian smiled and walked towards the stairs. As long as Belial was still smiling, still bickering with his companions, and still fighting for tomorrow, that was enough. As for Rebrondo, that score would be settled sooner or later.
The lights of the EDF base flickered in the night, illuminating the figures of these soldiers.
This is just another ordinary night at the EDF base.
Actually, everyone is quite worried about Choi Myung's side.
I wonder how Cui Ming has been doing lately. (End of Chapter)