Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

On the edge of a bustling city, this is where office workers rush to their offices every day. The aroma of breakfast stalls still lingers in the streets and alleys, and the glass doors of convenience stores keep opening and closing, welcoming and sending off people who are carrying out their daily trivialities. However, without any warning, the peace was instantly broken. The sky, which was originally as blue as clear silk, seemed to be pulled by a pair of invisible, evil hands and a huge and strange dark cloud. In just a few minutes, it was completely obscured.

The dark clouds were thicker than one could imagine, pressing down heavily, piling up layer by layer, like a black mountain about to collapse, wantonly emitting a chilling pressure, as if in the next second the entire city, along with all its vitality and hope, would be ruthlessly crushed under its grayness. The strong wind carried fine sand and gravel, whipping the buildings on both sides of the street like hidden weapons, and the windows clanged, like a desperate wail.

The streets were instantly reduced to a battlefield of panic. The pedestrians lost their usual calmness and were only terrified. Some had their eyes wide open, their faces covered with tears. They didn't care about the bags and documents in their hands scattered all over the ground, and just ran wildly. Some shouted at their lost family members and friends, but their voices were already hoarse and cracked, but were swallowed up by the whistling wind. Others were pushed to the ground by the crowd, got up awkwardly, and fell again. The cars were in a mess, with horns honking one after another, sharp and piercing. The drivers were pale, their foreheads were covered with sweat, and the steering wheels were shaking violently in their hands, but they couldn't find a way out. The wheels splashed water and mud in panic.

Just as the extreme panic spread like a plague, dragging everyone into the abyss of despair, a tall figure stood on the ruins - Ultraman Tiga. The surrounding ruins were in ruins, and the charred land was still emitting wisps of green smoke. Occasionally, a few faint electrical hums could be heard from the ruins, like an unwilling last gasp. Tiga stood tall, looking up at the gloomy sky, and his iconic silver helmet still reflected a firm light in the dim light. The colorful timer on his chest was flashing a dazzling red light regularly, again and again, ruthlessly reminding that the energy was about to run out. Every flash was like a countdown bell, knocking on people's hearts.

But the crisis before them has not diminished at all, and has become more and more aggressive. The giant TV is like a prehistoric beast that has traveled from the end of the world in science fiction. Its body is so huge that it is beyond imagination, towering into the clouds, and blocking out the remaining light. The cold light flickers all over its body, and violent electric waves run rampant. The sizzling electric currents meander through the turbid air, like poisonous electric snakes that choose their prey. Wherever they pass, the air is burned with a pungent smell, and the ground bursts with tiny cracks, and gravel splashes. It overlooks Tiga from a high place, and the screen flickers, occasionally flashing distorted and weird images, as if mocking, demonstrating, and announcing the impending destruction.

Ultraman Tiga clenched his fists, turned slightly sideways, and stepped firmly on the scorched earth of the ruins, taking a fighting posture. Even though his energy was running out, the light in his eyes did not dim at all. It was the determination to protect and the belief in victory that penetrated through layers of haze and became the last light of hope for this desperate city. He quietly waited for the moment of showdown, ready to use all his strength to protect everything.

The situation was so urgent that the whole city seemed to be strangled and in danger. The strong wind carried the debris from the ruins, flying all over the sky like hidden weapons. The air was filled with pungent smells of burning and choking smoke. The cries of pedestrians and the sounds of buildings collapsing were intertwined, and chaos and despair spread wantonly. Ultraman Tiga looked up at the giant TV that stood like a mountain in front of him. He knew very well that fighting in the current conventional form would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. It would be impossible to compete with such a vicious and powerful enemy. The giant TV was surrounded by cold electric waves, which crisscrossed and continuously impacted the surrounding space with a sizzling sound. Each electric current seemed to be able to penetrate gold and stone, and the pressure it emitted made the earth tremble.

But has Tiga ever been afraid to retreat? His clear eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, and his eyes were so determined that they seemed to be able to penetrate the difficulties in front of him and reach the other side of victory. In this moment of life and death, he did not hesitate at all. His hands were like lightning, and he quickly crossed them in front of his chest. His movements were done in one go, and his determination to burn his boats was reflected in his smooth movements. In an instant, the light around him suddenly became stronger without any warning. The bright light was like a new sun that broke through the dawn, dispelling the darkness around him. The light penetrated into every inch of the air, causing the air to surge.

Then, a shocking scene took place. Tiga's body began to expand rapidly, and his muscles bulged like mushrooms after rain. The blue veins seemed to be awakened from dormant dragons, winding under his bronze skin, highlighting his explosive power. The orange-red lines were even more eye-catching, winding up from the soles of his feet, crisscrossing on his body, like boiling magma breaking free from the constraints of the earth's crust, surging and flowing wantonly. Each line seemed to contain the power to destroy the world, announcing that at this moment Tiga had completely switched to an invincible and powerful form.

"Roar!" A roar exploded from Tiga's mouth like thunder, and the sound waves spread in a circular shape. Wherever it reached, the surrounding air was like a lake hit by a huge rock, with layers of violent ripples, impacting the crumbling walls and ruins in the ruins. This roar was full of anger, unyielding, and a steely will to defend to the end. The sound waves carried an invisible force, and instantly blew away the thick smoke and dust that filled the surroundings, and the ruins were exposed to the sun again, and the curtain was officially opened for the final battle against the giant TV.

Tiga slightly bent his body, his feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the ground, his leg muscles were tense, ready to launch himself at any time to give the enemy a fatal blow; his fists were clenched, the light on his fists jumped and flickered, as if surrounded by flames, ready to exert a thousand pounds of force at any time. The strong wind stirred the light patterns on his body, just like the cloak of the god of war making a fierce sound, showing his supreme majesty. At this moment, he is the only light of hope and the shield of protection for this endangered city. Even if a powerful enemy is approaching and energy is running out of crisis, he will give his all to fight for the lives of thousands of people behind him, fearlessly rushing into the unknown battle, vowing to take back the victory.

At the same time, in the vast, deep and almost mysterious universe, far away from the hustle and bustle of the earth, a gloomy interstellar fortress is quietly suspended like a prehistoric beast. It is made of dark metal, and its uneven surface seems to have experienced the baptism of countless interstellar wars. The mysterious atmosphere is wantonly diffused, and wisps of it drift in the cold vacuum, which is incompatible with the surrounding bright stars, like a cursed dark forbidden land.

Stepping into the fortress, the light was so dim that it was almost suffocating. Only a few flickering emergency lights were lingering in the corner, barely tearing open a small area of ​​dim light. All around, all kinds of strange instruments were displayed. They seemed like mechanical creatures born from nightmares, flashing cold light all over their bodies, irregular indicator lights flickered, and from time to time they emitted low humming and strange electric current sounds, as if they were secretly communicating and brewing some ulterior conspiracy.

In front of the central control console, Huang Hongsheng seemed to be possessed by a demon, and his whole body fell into a state of madness. He was hunched over, but his whole body exuded a twisted and violent aura. His face was distorted and deformed due to extreme anger and hatred. His face was hideous, and the veins on his forehead bulged, like a winding earthworm. Cold sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the control console, leaving wet marks. His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, like burning fire, staring at Ultraman Tiga standing on the ruins on the screen. His eyes were like a materialized sharp blade, wishing to penetrate the screen, cross endless light years, and pass on all his hatred through his eyes.

"Go to hell, Ultraman Tiga!" Huang Hongsheng roared at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming hoarse and cracked from excessive shouting, like the broken sound of an old bellows, echoing and reverberating in the empty fortress, causing the indicator lights of the surrounding instruments to flash wildly. Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands like a puppet driven by hatred, and pressed a giant red button fiercely. The button instantly burst into a dazzling red light in the darkness, like the bloodshot eyes of a demon, and then he used all his strength in both hands to push the joystick forward.

All I saw were strange blue lights flying along the complicated lines. The lines were like a sophisticated neural network, crisscrossing the inner walls and floors of the fortress. As the blue light flashed and jumped, Huang Hongsheng's extremely twisted will, wrapped in destruction and resentment, instantly crossed the vast universe through this complex line bridge and accurately transmitted to the giant TV far away on Earth. On Earth, the moment the giant TV received the command, the originally cold radio waves around it became more violent, the body trembled violently, and emitted a deafening roar, as if a prehistoric beast had been awakened, eager to tear Ultraman Tiga into pieces. A duel between good and evil has been pushed to the most intense and life-and-death climax.

Huang Hongsheng was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, but he was still staring at the screen, a crazy and sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands still maintaining a controlling posture, as if he was sure that in this fight, victory would belong to him and the giant weapon he controlled, completely ignoring the catastrophe this crazy act would bring to the innocent world, immersed in the dark pleasure of revenge and destruction, unable to extricate himself.

The giant TV that received the command was instantly like being injected with a violent potion by an evil magic, and its aura exploded instantly. Originally standing quietly and emitting cold waves, it now looked like a prehistoric beast that was completely enraged from its slumber. The body suddenly trembled violently, and the metal shell creaked, as if it could not bear the violent force that was pouring in. Every inch of steel was groaning in pain and trying its best to support itself.

The row of energy jets behind it was like the gates of hell opened wide, spewing thick purple-black smoke without reservation. The smoke was so thick that it was almost tangible, like a surging black tide, carrying a pungent and almost suffocating smell, rolling forward. The smell was like a mixture of decay and destruction. Wherever it passed, the vegetation on the ground withered instantly, and the delicate leaves quickly curled up and turned yellow, and the vitality was ruthlessly deprived; the bulbs of the remaining street lamps on the street "sizzled" a few times and exploded into debris on the ground, and the circuit system was completely paralyzed by the impact of this evil force.

The giant TV, wrapped in this destructive force, was like a giant sharp arrow with a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be fired, or like a steel beast that had broken free from its reins, rushing straight towards Ultraman Tiga. The moment it started, the ground beneath its feet seemed to be hit by a giant meteorite, shaking violently, with cracks spreading rapidly around it and exploding like a hideous spider web.

As it rushed forward, it plowed deep gullies in the ground wherever it went. The edges of the gullies were as sharp as knives, and the bottom was dark. Soil and stones were lifted up high, mixed with surrounding building debris, soil, rocks and sand, and were swept into the air. In the blink of an eye, the flying debris gathered into a sandstorm that covered the sky. The dim sand and dust were like surging waves, rolling and tumbling, dyeing the sky into chaos, completely blocking the sunlight, and the city seemed to have fallen into the dusk of doomsday in an instant.

Visibility dropped sharply amidst the flying sand and rocks, and the howling of the wind was deafening, as if thousands of evil spirits were crying in unison. But the giant TV kept moving forward in this chaos, its huge body moving flexibly like a ghost, locking onto Ultraman Tiga's position, unaffected by the sandstorm. This attack condensed all the resentment and murderous intent of the operator Huang Hongsheng, and it was fierce and unstoppable, as if it was wrapped in the power of the creation of the world and the determination to kill.

The surrounding space could not bear such an impact, and was slightly distorted. The light was bent and refracted in this chaotic space, as if trapped in a strange optical maze. The scene in front of Ultraman Tiga was like a reflection in the water, shaking, and the high-rise buildings in the distance seemed to be pulled and bent by invisible giant hands, unreal and absurd. But even in the face of such a terrifying attack, Ultraman Tiga stood still, his feet seemed to have taken root, his eyes looked through the sandstorm, and he was locked on the incoming giant TV. He was fearless, and the light around him became hotter and hotter, ready to welcome the most critical moment of this life-and-death contest and protect the city's final peace.

However, Ultraman Tiga is no ordinary person. At the moment when the giant TV was about to hit him, he stomped his feet on the ground, his leg muscles exerted force instantly, and the whole person flashed sideways like a golden lightning, easily avoiding the fatal blow. His movements were smooth and flowing, showing the agility and courage of a top fighter. When he landed, he was agile, knelt on one knee, and supported the ground with his right fist, stirring up a circle of dust. "It's not that easy to defeat me!" Tiga's low and powerful voice came from his chest, revealing unquestionable confidence.

The giant TV missed the attack, and its huge body rushed forward due to inertia, and was a little unbalanced for a moment. Tiga saw the right moment, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He flew up, spun rapidly in the air, and gathered all his strength in his right leg. The flying kick wrapped in orange-red light and with great force hit the side of the giant TV. "Bang!" With a deafening sound, the metal shell of the giant TV dented a large piece, sparks flew, the fuselage was shaky, and the internal parts creaked, as if playing the prelude to defeat.

Huang Hongsheng was furious when he saw this. Veins popped out on his forehead. He pounded on the control panel with his hands, muttering something and performing strange magic. The giant TV flashed with light and split into countless clones, which filled the sky and blocked out the sun, surrounding Ultraman Tiga. These clones had different shapes, but they all exuded the same fierce killing intent. As the electric waves surged, the entire space was messed up and the light became distorted and blurred.

Ultraman Tiga looked around, not afraid at all, but full of fighting spirit. He took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, and the crystal light on his forehead shone brightly, releasing a mysterious energy wave. Then, he shouted loudly, and his figure turned into a residual image, shuttling among the clones like a dragon out of the sea. Every time he swung his fists and feet, he hit the target accurately, accompanied by the light and roar of the clones exploding, like a gorgeous fireworks show.

Tiga leaped high, drew an arc with his hands in the air, and pushed forward with his palms, releasing a powerful Zaperion ray. The ray was like a torrent, and wherever it went, the clones were instantly annihilated. The light penetrated all the way, clearing away all the obstacles in front of it. The clones of the giant TV dissipated one by one, turning into tiny dots of light and dissipating in the wind.

Huang Hongsheng was completely insane, his hair was messy, his eyes were almost crazy, and he desperately output overload energy, trying to turn the tide of the battle. The light around the giant TV became more and more dazzling, condensing into a giant electric ball. The current inside the electric ball was surging wildly, sizzling, and contained enough energy to destroy a city. It slowly rose, aimed at Ultraman Tiga, and was ready to go.

Ultraman Tiga's energy was running low, and the color timer flashed rapidly, sounding a sharp alarm. But he gritted his teeth, planted his feet in the ground, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and the light of his whole body gathered again. The light behind him spread out like wings, and he entered a state of full defense. The giant electric ball roared with the power of destroying the world. The moment it hit Tiga, the light exploded, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes. The powerful impact pushed Tiga back several meters, and the ground under his feet was plowed into deep gullies.