Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the sky above the bustling city, the clear blue sky was like a huge sapphire, but its tranquility was suddenly disturbed. Ultraman Tiga was like a new golden sun, emitting a dazzling light that was almost scorching. The light was like a smart golden silk, dancing and surging, showing endless majesty and power.

Just now, the clones of the giant TV swept in like a surging tide, filling every inch of the sky in the city. These clones were extremely strange, like ghosts, condensing and forming out of thin air in the twisted vortex of radio waves. They were huge, and the surface was flashing with cold and strange blue light. The screen was jumping with chaotic snowflake patterns, and from time to time it switched to a terrifying appearance of sharp fangs and bloody mouths, wreaking havoc on the city with its teeth and claws.

For a time, the city became a living hell. The clones wantonly emitted interfering rays of light, the pale light cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Wherever they went, electronic equipment instantly failed, cars lost control and collided, street lights exploded, and alarms on the streets rang one after another, sharp and piercing, cutting through the sky, playing a desperate movement. The buildings were vulnerable to the attack, the exterior walls peeled off, the load-bearing walls broke, and the high-rise buildings collapsed one after another like paper, raising billowing smoke and dust that covered the sky; a raging fire ignited, the flames shot up into the sky, devouring everything, the rolling heat waves scorched the earth, the glass was melted by the high temperature, and the asphalt road sizzled.

Citizens were panicking and running around like headless flies. Children were so frightened that they cried and hugged their parents' necks tightly; the elderly staggered and staggered in the crowded crowd, their faces full of fear and helplessness; the young people grabbed their relatives, and their shouts were drowned out by the noise. The streets were filled with cries, shouts, and cries for help. The prosperity was instantly reduced to ruins in this sudden disaster, and the whole place was devastated, with only broken walls and pungent smoke.

Ultraman Tiga was like a god of war descended from the sky, with a sturdy figure and agile movements. Every subtle movement was smooth and powerful. His punches and kicks were powerful, carrying the power of light. The light was pure and hot, as if it contained all the hope in the world. Every time he punched, golden ripples appeared in the air, accurately hitting the vital points of the clone; every kick was like a meteor passing by, carrying a magnificent force that could crush everything. Wherever the light went, the illusory body of the giant TV clone dissipated like foam, and those strange blue lights and terrifying mouths and noses instantly turned into nothingness, leaving only the slightly trembling energy aftermath in the air.

Ultraman Tiga moved around, sometimes flying high, breaking through the smoke and dust, and hitting the clone's head in the clouds; sometimes diving down, using the potential energy of falling, punching the clone's core with both fists. In the light of the fire and surrounded by ruins, he fought to the end with a fearless attitude. As the last clone was shattered, the light swept through every corner of the city, dispelling the haze and returning the city to a clear and bright state. The disturbed birds flapped their wings again and flew through the curling green smoke; the breeze blew by, blowing away the pungent smell; the sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the ruins, as if announcing that hope is not dead and light will eventually return to the earth.

In the dark nebula deep in the universe, Huang Hongsheng stood in the center of the deep bridge like a demon devoured by anger. All around him, the cold metal instruments flickered with a strange light, which contrasted with the surging dark matter in the nebula, adding a bit of dead silence and gloom.

In front of Huang Hongsheng, the huge screen that occupied the entire cabin wall was broadcasting the battle situation on Earth in real time. In the ultra-clear picture, Ultraman Tiga exuded a brilliant light all over his body, like a dazzling star, moving around in the ruins of the city. Every time he punched, he carried the power of a landslide, repelling the ferocious monsters with bared fangs and claws; every time a ray of light was emitted, the gorgeous light wave tore the monster's hard skin like a sharp blade, causing it to fall to the ground and dissipate into ash. The shouts of the cheering crowd in the city seemed to travel through endless light years and drilled straight into Huang Hongsheng's ears, turning into sharp thorns.

"Damn it! How could this happen!" Huang Hongsheng instantly jumped up in a rage, his roar like a raging cosmic storm, bursting out with the power to destroy the world. The surrounding meteorites were floating silently along their eternal orbits, but now they seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, shaking one after another, tiny fragments peeling off and floating away, the trajectory of the meteorite group was completely disordered, running crookedly in different directions.

Huang Hongsheng was tall and thin, his black robe fluttering like a flag in the dark night in the nebula. The dark purple energy around him seemed like materialized resentment, sticky and cold, twisting and circling, eroding the surrounding space. The energy sizzled, occasionally emitting a few sparks, reflecting his extremely distorted face at the moment.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, his nails like sharp daggers, deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms. Threads of blood slowly oozed out, and the bright red blood drops first hung in the air, then fell uncontrollably, and landed on the control panel with a "click". Strangely, as soon as the blood drops touched the table, they were quickly swallowed up by the dim light, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke, as if the resentment was unwilling to let go of even the blood and wanted to devour everything.

Huang Hongsheng stared at the screen intently, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, like a wounded and enraged prehistoric beast. He had carefully planned for a long time, spending countless efforts to lay out this earth crisis, thinking that those monsters would turn human society upside down and turn the earth into a scorched earth, and he would be able to reap the benefits. But now, the appearance of Tiga completely shattered his beautiful dream, and his heart full of resentment and resentment burned fiercely in his chest, almost bursting him.

"Tiga... I will never give up! This game has just begun!" Huang Hongsheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out these cruel words. In his dark purple eyes, the flames of revenge burned more and more fiercely, as if he wanted to burn the entire universe together. He turned around suddenly, strode to the control console, and quickly typed on the keyboard with both hands, ready to start a new round of more vicious plans, vowing to compete with Tiga and the earth again.

In this dark stronghold deep in the universe, the giant TV stood quietly, like a dormant prehistoric beast, its cold metal shell glowing with a strange luster in the dim light, and exuding a chilling pressure. It was Huang Hongsheng's masterpiece, created with countless efforts and resources, carrying his ambition to dominate the earth and destroy mankind.

This giant TV is definitely not an ordinary technological product. Huang Hongsheng has put all his efforts into creating this heaven-defying existence by combining top alien super-dimensional technology with ancient mysterious spells. On weekdays, when it is in standby mode, the screen is dark and deep, like an endless black hole, quietly absorbing the surrounding free dark energy; once it is turned on, the powerful radio waves released will sweep wildly in a spiral shape, invisible and intangible but unstoppable, and can directly penetrate the atmosphere and hit the sea of ​​consciousness of humans on Earth, interfering with their minds, causing countless people to fall into madness and fear in an instant, and causing social order to be in chaos.

Not only that, when the battle situation requires it, it can also use the power of spells to materialize into a giant fighting machine. At that time, the fuselage creaks, the parts are rapidly reorganized and stretched, the metal frame rises from the ground and turns into a towering body; the mechanical arms are thick and solid, and the joints roar when they clench their fists, as if they can crush the stars; the legs are thick and heavy, and every step they take shakes the void, as if they want to trample the rules of the universe under their feet.

Huang Hongsheng was full of expectations. With the terrifying power of this giant TV, he would be able to sweep across the earth like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, completely destroying the defense line that humans had worked so hard to build, and let himself successfully ascend to the position of the overlord of the earth. But he never expected that as soon as the first battle started, Ultraman Tiga descended on the battlefield like a god of war from heaven. Tiga was agile and shining, and his resolute eyes seemed to see through all illusions. He easily blocked the electric wave attack from the giant TV and fought back with fierce punches and kicks. In just a few moves, he defeated the giant combat machine, and the metal shell was dented and damaged, and the parts were scattered all over the ground.

This scene deeply hurt Huang Hongsheng's eyes, and his anger rose like a volcanic eruption. "I will never accept this! How could I lose to this little Ultraman!" He roared, and waved his hands violently, his ten fingers like agile venomous snakes, jumping and shuttling rapidly on the control panel. In an instant, the ancient runes on the control panel flashed one after another, and the dim light trembled, like a group of frightened birds. Driven by the owner's violent anger, the giant TV was "crackling" with electricity surging around it, as if it was a sea of ​​​​fire of plasma, and the pointer of the energy tank was spinning upward like crazy, instantly filled with surging energy.

"Go ahead, crush him!" Huang Hongsheng's eyes were bloodshot as he issued a death order. The giant TV, with its rolling energy, rushed towards Ultraman Tiga again. It jumped high, swung its giant mechanical fist, and smashed towards Tiga with the force of wind and thunder; the fist whistled, and the space shook and rippled wherever it passed. It vowed to smash the Tiga who was blocking it into powder, to avenge its previous shame and regain the dominance of the battle. Tiga was not in a hurry, and the light around him was shining again, ready to meet this fierce second attack.

The city was filled with smoke, the ruins were filled with a pungent smell of burning, broken bricks and tiles were piled up like mountains, and cries and alarms echoed. Ultraman Tiga stood tall, like a towering and immortal statue of the god of war, looking up slightly at the giant TV that was attacking again with its fangs and claws. His clear eyes seemed to contain bright stars, his eyes were as firm as steel, and there was no fear at all, as if the vicious enemy in front of him was just a clown.

Tiga's feet were firmly apart, his toes tapping the ground, and the power flowed down his leg muscles like a turbulent undercurrent, firmly rooted in the earth. He stretched his body, crossed his arms in front of his chest, his elbows tense, his muscles bulging, and the light around him flickered slightly, as if he was gathering tremendous power and quietly waiting for the best time to counterattack. The giant TV, wrapped in rolling energy, smashed down like an out-of-control meteor, and the sense of oppression was overwhelming.

Just as the giant TV was approaching, Tiga suddenly turned around, so fast that only a residual image was left. He seemed to have turned into a high-speed spinning golden gyroscope, bringing up a whistling golden whirlwind. The air was cut by the sharp wind like a blade amid the flying sand and rocks, making a sharp hissing sound. When using both hands and feet, the attack was as fast as lightning, and the fists and feet were wrapped in dazzling light. Every blow landed accurately on the shell of the giant TV, and a ball of dazzling light exploded. The loud "bang bang bang" sound was deafening, and metal debris flew everywhere, like a deadly hidden weapon. The surrounding ground was smashed into dense deep pits, and spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly.

How could the giant TV show show weakness so easily? The body of the TV shook and roared, and the screen suddenly switched to attack mode. In an instant, dense laser beams poured out like a rainstorm, and the orange-red beams were blazing and dazzling. The ground was instantly burned into charred gullies wherever it passed. The land seemed to be torn apart by the claws of the devil, and the hot magma was bubbling and pungent smoke was billowing up.

Ultraman Tiga's eyes were like torches, and he dodged sideways, his movements smooth and seamless. The deadly light passed by him, extremely dangerous, and with a scorching heat wave, it shot straight at the building behind him. The foundation of the building was destroyed in an instant, and the load-bearing structure was vulnerable. With a deafening roar, it collapsed like a model built of playing cards. For a moment, bricks and stones flew, dust filled the sky, and the smoke and dust that covered the sky were like a doomsday cloud, completely covering the block.

But Tiga had no time to pay attention to the tragic situation behind him. Taking advantage of the brief interval after the giant TV fired the laser, a flash of light flashed under his feet, and his figure approached as if teleporting. The muscles of his right arm bulged high, gathering all the strength of his body, and pushing forward with his palm facing forward, a beam of Zaperion light shining with the light of hope burst out with a bang. The light was dazzling and the energy was surging, like a sword of justice, piercing straight into the vitals of the giant TV. The giant TV panicked, the screen flickered, and the body shook. It hastily mobilized energy and propped up a protective light shield in front of it, trying to resist this fatal blow. The moment the light and the shield collided, it was like the energy collision at the beginning of the universe. The dazzling light made the sky and the earth pale, and the shock wave spread in a circle, and everything around was overturned and shattered.

The city, a once prosperous place for human habitation, has now completely turned into a doomsday battlefield. Gun smoke rolls like thick black clouds, the pungent smell chokes people to the point of suffocation, the flying sand and rocks shatter the vision, and the ruins seem to hide countless pairs of sad and frightened eyes, witnessing this earth-shattering battle.