I, Dark Tiga, have been sleeping for 30 million years at the beginning

There is no trace of human presence on the battlefield filled with smoke.

There is not a single trace of human civilization on the earth, only a huge pit, or rather a basin bottom.

There were two figures lying quietly at the bottom, both of them were in a miserable condition.

The wings behind the seven emperors had long been broken, their right arms had disappeared, and their bodies were covered with dense wounds.

In many places, bones were visible, and blood was constantly oozing out and dripping onto the ground.

On the other side, Triga's condition was not much better than that of the seven emperors. His body was covered with dense cracks, and light constantly escaped from them and disappeared.

At this time, the Seventh Emperor was confused. He didn't understand why this happened?

Even he couldn't resist that energy, his wings were broken and his arms were disabled.

Only one tenth of the energy in the body remains, it is no exaggeration to say that it is like a exhausted lamp.

"It hurts so much!"

The Seventh Emperor turned over with difficulty, and couldn't help but gasp as he felt the tingling sensation all over his body.

Looking up at the sky, it seemed that he had not lost this time.

After all, the Ultra Warrior's condition was not much better than his.

Suddenly he laughed softly again. Actually, this was quite good. At least he wouldn't be beaten up by the Heisei thugs.

"why are you laughing?"

Triga lay on the ground, watching the clouds being torn apart, revealing the beautiful starry sky. At this moment, he was already exhausted.

He still had some energy, but his defense was not as strong as the 'Five Emperors'. After being seriously injured, it was now difficult for him to even stand up.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to ease the pain in his body.

He had never expected something like this to happen, and he hadn't expected the battle to almost end here.

The Seventh Emperor tilted his head slightly, glanced at Triga, and spoke slowly:

"I'm congratulating myself on my good luck!"

Anyway, he won't be able to hold on for much longer in his current condition, so there's nothing wrong with just having a chat with this Ultraman.

"Lucky?"

"Yeah, I'm glad that the ones I'm fighting this time aren't those three big hooligans, otherwise I might have died miserably. How could there be such an evenly matched opponent that allowed me to have such a hearty fight!"

As the Seventh Emperor spoke, he couldn't help but recall the time when he was bullied by the Heisei Three hooligans.

The miserable past is too painful to recall!

Just thinking about him makes me want to cry.

The most important thing is that wherever he is, there will be a Heisei III gangster constantly refreshed in various forms.

Just catch him like a monster and beat him up.

It has left him with psychological trauma.

Triga was stunned when he heard this, "Three big hooligans?"

what is that?

Are you also an Ultra Warrior?

Why does it sound like the 'Five Emperors' are afraid of these three?

Are you afraid of such a powerful force?

The Seven Emperors glanced at Triga speechlessly, wondering how this stupid Ultra Warrior could understand his pain.

Besides, it was thanks to this guy that he became like this this time.

His arms!

It melted directly in the energy conflict just now.

It hurts so much!

He never thought he would be so unlucky.

He had never encountered such a strange situation in battles of the same level.

He still hasn't figured out why that energy turned out like that.

"Cough cough~"

Suddenly he coughed and spat out a large mouthful of blood, which dripped down his cheek onto the ground.

"Is the time almost up?"

The seven emperors couldn't help but laugh at themselves. Who could believe that a powerful man who was half a step away from becoming a legend would die so casually.

He died in a simple battle.

If I tell this to others, I'm afraid people will laugh their heads off.

Triga turned his head and glanced at the Five Emperors whose breath was gradually weakening, and remained silent.

Such a strong man would die so hastily.

Sigh!

If he didn't have energy left in his body, he would probably have followed the opponent's path!

He respects the other party, which is the mutual respect between strong people.

But he would not show mercy to the other party because the other party tried to hurt his Carmilla.

Besides, they were destined to be enemies. Even without the accident just now, only one person would survive this battle in the end.

The Seventh Emperor looked at the stars in the sky with a hazy gaze. In a trance, he recalled the days when he was bullied by the three gangsters.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Thump~

Thump~

Thump~

...

Accompanied by a heartbeat that grew from weak to strong and then weaker until it disappeared, the light in the eyes of the seven emperors slowly dissipated.

His chest stopped rising and falling, and he just passed away.

The corners of the Seventh Emperor's mouth curled up slightly, at least this time he was not beaten to death by three gangsters.

Triga turned his head and looked at the other's body in silence. It was really fate that played tricks on him.

"it's over!"

"I wonder how Carmilla is doing right now. Has she been affected by the fight we just had?"

With a sigh, the energy in his body was exhausted and he ended his transformation. At the last moment when his consciousness faded, he seemed to see a beautiful figure rushing towards him.

"Is it Carmilla?"

"You're okay... I'm glad!"

Then he lost consciousness.

With tears in her eyes, Carmilla hugged Triga in her arms and looked anxiously at the unconscious Triga, whom she had just found.

"elder sister!"

Carmilla looked up at her sister beside her with a pleading look in her eyes.

Camilla glanced down at Triga and said, "Don't worry, he's fine. It's just a minor injury."

Then she turned her gaze to the battlefield, where there was no trace of human presence.

There are not many people alive, including those from the Victory Team, the Elite Victory Team, and that guy named Kengo Shinaka, and them.

Camilla shook her head slightly, glanced at Carmilla and turned to leave. She took action naturally just to protect Carmilla. Since the other party was fine, she was relieved.

As for this guy?

No need to worry.

Zhang Mo will take care of it.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"What's going on lately? Why are so many people thinking about me?"

Zhang Mo was somewhat puzzled and raised his hand to take back the seven emperors.

I don’t know what’s going on recently, although his days of staying in the human world are almost over.

But he probably has the impression that few people would remember him!

There were only a few people he knew.

"Well, that's weird!"

He shook his head and raised his hands.

Snapped!

With a snap of the fingers, the whole world seemed to stop.

Then I saw that the time of the whole world began to flow backwards, from dust to land, from lawns to tall buildings, everything was rapidly condensing.

The damaged earth recovered, the collapsed buildings stood up again, and the dead humans also stood up again strangely.

The Seven Emperors and Triga were not included in this backflow.

"The story isn't over yet!"

Zhang Mo smiled slightly, and soon everything returned to normal, except that people no longer had these memories in their minds.