Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the blue sky of the earth, which is like a dreamy silk, a thrilling duel of life and death is in full swing. Ultraman Tiga is tall and majestic, like a golden god of war from ancient mythology, with dazzling golden light surging around him. Each light pattern seems to contain the energy to destroy the world, and exudes a gentle breath that soothes people's hearts. He is suspended in the air, his cloak rustling, like a god descending to the earth, facing the giant TV monster that is emitting strange radio waves.

The monster was as majestic as a mountain, with its scales gleaming with a cold metallic luster. From time to time, dark blue arcs of electricity would burst out from the gaps, crackling and disrupting the surrounding magnetic field, causing birds to fall and instruments to malfunction. Its huge eyes were like two deep cold pools, surging with murderous light that would devour anyone it chose; when its sturdy limbs moved, the earth trembled, and tall buildings were shaky under its shadow. Tiga confronted it for a long time, and time seemed to freeze. The only thing left in the world was the energy fluctuations emitted by the two of them impacting and shaking each other.

At the beginning of the battle, the monster took the lead, opened its mouth and spewed out a beam of energy mixed with high-frequency radio waves. The air was ionized wherever it went, emitting a pungent smell of burning. The light was like a raging python, rushing straight at Tiga. Tiga was not in a hurry, and lightly flashed to the side. The beam passed by and hit the distant mountain. In an instant, boulders rolled down and smoke filled the sky. Then, Tiga pushed the ground with his feet, rushed towards the monster like an arrow from a string, and swung his fist as big as a casserole. The fist wind whistled and hit the monster's hard skin heavily, but it only shook it slightly.

The monster was enraged, roaring and swinging its huge claws, sweeping over with a whirring sound. Tiga flew into the air, rolling continuously in the air, narrowly avoiding the attack. After dozens of rounds of fighting, the city around the battlefield has become a ruin, flames are raging among the broken walls, and people are crying and running away, with cries for help coming one after another. Ultraman Tiga caught a glimpse of this tragic scene, and a determination to protect humanity surged in his heart, and the light in his eyes became brighter.

At the critical moment, Ultraman Tiga crossed his hands in front of his chest and quickly opened them. A beam of Dilarchum light shining with the light of hope gathered in his palms. The light was like a spark at first, but in an instant it became a prairie fire, surging, hot and dazzling. The energy around the light was spirally wrapped around, sizzling, and contained a powerful force that was enough to penetrate the stars. Tiga shouted loudly, and pushed his arms forward violently. The light was like a golden angry dragon, roaring and piercing through the core of the monster.

In an instant, the monster's body froze, the light in its eyes went out, and it fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust, as if a sandstorm had swept in. In the dust, the monster's body could be vaguely seen gradually fading away, turning into particles that dissipated in the wind, as if it had never existed in this world.

At this moment, the alarm stopped, and the city, which was originally gloomy and shrouded in fear, was instantly filled with cheers and joy. The survivors rushed out from the air-raid shelters and corners of the ruins. They hugged each other and cried with joy. Some knelt down to express their gratitude in the direction where Ultraman Tiga left, and some ran around to tell others about the hard-won good news of peace. Children broke free from their parents' arms, waved their hands, and their faces were filled with innocent smiles; the elderly's wrinkled faces shed tears of excitement and murmured prayers.

Among the ruins of the city, excavators and construction vehicles slowly drove in. Construction workers wearing safety helmets carried tools and materials with the burning hope of rebuilding their homes, shouting one after another. Engineers held blueprints and pointed and gestured in the ruins, planning the new layout of high-rise buildings and parks; volunteers shuttled back and forth, bandaging the injured, distributing supplies, and comforting the frightened people. Under the sunshine, new buds broke through the ruins and hope sprouted. The earth ushered in a brief but precious peace and tranquility, just like a quiet harbor after a storm, quietly accumulating strength to prepare for an unknown tomorrow.

However, in the depths of the universe, which is so far away that it seems to have no end, the endless darkness is rolling and spreading, swallowing up all the possibilities of light and warmth. The faint light of the stars struggles to penetrate the layers of dark fog, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time. In this dead and silent void that seems like eternal night, pairs of sinful eyes hidden in the dark, flashing with cold light, are tightly and greedily coveting the blue planet that has gone through hardships but regained its vitality - the Earth.

Huang Hongsheng, a scientist who once had a scientific research ideal and walked on the bright road of exploration and knowledge, gradually lost himself under the triple temptation of power, strength and endless ambition, until his mind was completely devoured and he degenerated into a puppet of darkness. At this moment, he is like a poisonous scorpion hidden deep in a rotten tree hole, hiding in a cold and quiet interstellar laboratory that looks like a giant metal coffin.

The door of the laboratory was tightly closed. The heavy metal door panels were engraved with strange runes and energy seals. The walls were covered with intricate lines and pipes. From time to time, dark blue currents flashed in the darkness, like wandering spirit snakes. Instruments and equipment were everywhere. The indicator lights on the control panel flashed randomly, and the faint lights intertwined, just like the flickering of ghost lights, adding a bit of eerie color to the entire space. The lines crisscrossed and spread densely above the head, under the feet, and around, like a huge evil spider web deliberately woven and waiting for prey to take the bait. If you touch it carelessly, it will be a fatal crisis.

The laboratory table was made of a special alloy, cold and hard, and filled with all kinds of strange biological samples. Some were placed in transparent sealed cans, and in the unknown gelatinous liquid inside the cans, there were distorted alien creatures with fangs and huge eyes, and their tentacles twitched from time to time; some were spread on metal trays, emitting bursts of stench, and mucus on the surface slowly flowed, corroding the table. There were piles of unknown energy ores on the side, with strange colors, some dark purple, some dark gold, and the energy inside the ores surged, as if it was breeding a small storm, and from time to time it emitted a low humming sound, like a roar unwilling to be trapped.

The pungent smell of chemicals filled every inch of the air. It was the pungent sour smell of strong acids, the rancid smell of highly toxic reagents, and the strange smell of various mysterious mixtures, which made people feel suffocated and dizzy. In the darkness, the humming sound of energy collisions came one after another, as if thunder was beating drums in the ears; the noisy sound of equipment running was endless, the creaking of gears, the roar of engines, the hum of electricity, all kinds of noises intertwined, playing a crazy and evil "scientific research" movement.

Crazy Obsession: The Beast Arrives

Huang Hongsheng seemed to be possessed by a demon. The white coat he wore was originally a symbol of purity and rationality for researchers, but now it was covered with colorful stains, including the burnt black from chemical reagents, the dark blue from energy liquid splashes, and the dark brown from engine oil. The corners of his coat were tattered and fluttered with his anxious movements. His hair was as messy as the weeds growing wildly in the wilderness in late autumn, drooping indiscriminately on his sallow and sweaty face. His eyes behind the lenses were sunken, but they were like two burning furnaces, burning with an almost crazy obsession, and his gaze was hot enough to burn out all the rationality and fear around him.

He was mumbling something very quickly, his indistinct mumblings full of difficult scientific terms, energy formulas, and crazy expectations for the results of the experiment. His hands were dancing on the control panel at an almost insane speed, his ten fingers were like nimble snakes, accurately and rapidly tapping the keys, inputting a series of complex commands, as if he was composing an evil piece of music that could subvert the world. The command code scrolled rapidly on the screen, and the dazzling data and graphics kept flashing and changing, reflecting his distorted and focused face.

In order to create this monster that can disrupt the order of the universe and flatten the earth's defense line, Huang Hongsheng has been trapped in the quagmire of experiments and cannot extricate himself. After countless failed attempts, the laboratory is like a tragic battlefield. The walls are blackened by the energy impact, and the ground is bumpy, all of which are traumas left by the explosion. Small explosions caused by energy overload occurred frequently, and the flames and smoke instantly engulfed the surrounding instruments. Parts were blown and scattered, and the piercing alarms kept wailing, which made people's eardrums hurt. The assistants were terrified and trembling. Some curled up in the corner with their hands on their heads; some widened their eyes, their faces full of fear of unknown dangers, and their feet unconsciously stepped back, not daring to move forward.

But Huang Hongsheng completely ignored the chaos and danger, as if everything around him was just an illusion that could not interfere with his "great cause" at all. He still devoted himself to the experiment with increasing enthusiasm, veins popping out on his forehead, sweat pouring down, but he could not free his hands to wipe it off, letting it slide down his cheeks and drip onto the control panel.

At the end of this crazy scientific research marathon, after an unknown amount of time, there was a deafening roar, and the door of the experimental cabin slammed open. A thick, pungent smoke first gushed out, carrying a chilling pressure. Then, a monster covered with rock-hard purple scales slowly stepped out, its scales flashing coldly in the darkness, like a sharp blade in the dark night; its fangs were sharp, each as sharp as a dagger, staggered, saliva dripping from the gaps between its teeth, corroding the ground; its eyes sprayed scarlet light, like two deadly laser beams, and wherever it went, the air seemed to be ignited and burned. Its powerful claws scratched deep grooves in the metal ground, and the "crunching" sound resounded throughout the laboratory. Its long tail swept across, like a violent steel whip, instantly knocking over a large piece of equipment, and the debris of the instrument was scattered all over the ground.

Huang Hongsheng saw this scene, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed wildly. His laughter was crazy and sharp, and it echoed in the empty laboratory. He stretched out his skinny finger, pointed at the monster, and named it "Daimos" with high spirits. What was even more terrifying was that when this Daimos twisted its body, it revealed a shape covered with tentacles like an octopus. Those tentacles were flexible and strong, and the suction cups opened and closed, releasing strange mucus, which sizzled on the ground. Huang Hongsheng's eyes were full of anticipation for the evil plan that was about to unfold, as if he had already seen the earth reduced to ruins under the ravages of Daimos, and humans crying in despair, while he stood on the top of the ruins, dominating everything. His face was twisted and hideous, indicating that he was completely sunk into the inner demon.

"Commander Blake!" Huang Hong turned around abruptly and shouted at the mysterious figure in a black robe in the corner of the laboratory. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot due to the crazy experiments that he had been doing for many days without sleep. His eye sockets were sunken, and his originally clear voice became hoarse and cracked due to excessive excitement, as if an old bellows was pulling hard. Every syllable was filled with uncontrollable madness and impatience. "It's time to let the earth see the power of this monster. Drop Demos on the earth, lure out Ultraman Tiga, and completely destroy their hope line of defense!"

Huang Hongsheng waved his skinny fingers vigorously in the air, his face was distorted, veins popped out on his forehead, and sweat dripped down his temples, soaking his stained collar. He seemed to have seen the earth fall into a doomsday panic, the civilization painstakingly built by mankind was shattered under the trampling of Demos, and he became the behind-the-scenes winner of this cosmic catastrophe, controlling all the power of life and death.

In the corner, the tall and thin Commander Black stood quietly, his black robe as black as ink, hiding his figure, as if blending into the surrounding darkness. Hearing the shout, he nodded slightly, his movement was slight but revealed a sinister calmness. Under the black robe, a cold smile flashed across his hidden face. The smile was fleeting, but it was like a sharp blade in the cold night, revealing bone-chilling coldness and calculation. He took a few steps forward, stretched out his pale and slender hand with distinct joints, and took the special crystal ball that Huang Hongsheng handed over to control Demos. The crystal ball was cold to the touch, but there seemed to be dark purple energy inside that was wandering and surging like a spirit snake, faintly emitting a strange sense of oppression, echoing the violent breath of Demos.

The moment he took the crystal ball, a layer of dark energy ripples appeared around Commander Black, like ominous waves on the surface of a lake in the dark night. Then, he disappeared from the laboratory like a ghost, without any delay or hesitation, like a black lightning, crossing the vast interstellar space in an instant, breaking through the barriers of time and space. With a flash of light, he appeared on the top of a high-rise building in an abandoned city on Earth.

This city was once bustling, bustling with traffic and flashing neon lights, and was the proud product of human civilization. However, now, after being attacked by the monster, only ruins remain, black smoke rises from the charred ruins, ruins and debris can be seen everywhere, broken steel bars are exposed, and concrete fragments are piled up like mountains. The streets are filled with a dead silence, and when the strong wind blows, waste paper scraps and plastic bags fly all over the sky, as if wandering ghosts.

Commander Black stood proudly, his black robe rustling in the wind, looking down at the ruined mess from a high place. The crystal ball in his hand hummed and vibrated, as if he was eager to break free from his restraints and release the prehistoric beast Demos. He slowly raised the crystal ball, stretched his arm, and the sleeves of his black robe slipped off, revealing his pale wrists. The whole person was bathed in a strange light. Commander Black said in a sharp and piercing voice that seemed to come from the Netherworld: "Bring out Ultraman Tiga, Demos!" The sound resounded through the night sky, like a heavy hammer, hitting the fragile nerves of the earth, echoing between the abandoned buildings, causing the surrounding ruins to rustle, as if playing the prelude to the arrival of evil.

After that, he raised his voice and shouted again, his eyes flashing with fierceness and determination, and every word was wrapped in an irresistible command. Demos, far away in the depths of the universe, received the order, and his huge body instantly became agitated. The laboratory cage could no longer contain his rage, and a new crisis sweeping the earth began with this gloomy command.

Commander Black held the crystal ball high in both hands, and strange black energy ripples appeared around him. The crystal ball hummed and trembled, and the light was bright. He said in a sharp and piercing voice that seemed to come from the Netherworld: "Bring out Ultraman Tiga, Demos!" Then, he raised his voice again, and his voice resounded through the night sky, as if penetrating endless time and space. Deep in the universe, Demos received the order, and his huge body instantly broke through the laboratory's protective barriers. The interstellar dust formed a turbulent tail behind him, flying towards the earth at full speed, and the asteroid belt along the way was violently dispersed by him, and meteorite fragments fell into the vast universe like raindrops.

At the same time, in the Victory Team base, the lights were on. Captains Lin Feng and Yang Xue were leaning over a huge city sand table, concentrating on planning the reconstruction blueprint. Lin Feng had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his eyes were full of determination and courage; Yang Xue had short hair and a lively look, and her every move showed the style of a captain. On the sand table, miniature high-rise buildings stood in rows, and traffic routes were winding. They used electronic pens to mark and discuss the details of resource allocation and resident resettlement.

"Lin Feng, this residential area has been severely damaged. Priority will be given to deploying the engineering mecha team. We will try to clear the ruins within half a month and build temporary resettlement housing." Yang Xue said softly, circling an area on the sand table with the pen in her hand.

Lin Feng nodded, his expression solemn: "Yes, there is also the energy supply center. The core units must be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise the operation of the city will be a big problem. The people have experienced this catastrophe, and we cannot let them suffer again." His words were full of concern for the people.