Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

At the deepest and most distant end of the universe, there is a subspace hidden, a chaotic realm that is beyond the reach of conventional cognition and completely invalidated by scientific laws. The thick and inky darkness is surging, and the faint light flickers strangely in it. Every cold light that passes by seems to tear a hideous wound in the void, as if a vicious beast is lurking in the endless abyss. Just a little bit of fierce light that occasionally appears can make people tremble with fear.

Huang Hongsheng was hanging alone here, his figure seemed to be lifted up by the sticky tide of darkness, or trapped by invisible iron chains, and the dark aura lingering around him was so thick that it was almost tangible. The aura seemed to have self-awareness, twisting and twisting, wantonly eroding the thin light around it, and wherever it passed, the space was filled with ripples of corruption and death. He was wearing a tattered black robe, and the corners of his clothes were fluttering wildly under the endless collision and tearing of the energy undercurrent, making crackling sounds, just like the soul-calling flags in the ancient funeral ceremony dancing wantonly in the bitter wind and rain, calling souls and spreading bone-chilling coldness and ominousness.

He raised his head, his face was distorted as if cursed by a demon, with ravines all over it, and his skin was a bluish-gray color, like a demon who had lived in the underworld for a long time. His eye sockets were sunken, surrounded by a circle of dark blue blood, and in his eyes there were flames of madness and hatred, so deep that there was no bottom, like two deep wells leading to the endless purgatory. His eyes were fixed on Demos, full of morbid obsession and twisted expectations, as if he was sure that this monster could become his blade of revenge and cut the world into pieces.

Demos was tall and majestic, and was covered with a layer of sticky purple-black energy mucus. The mucus slowly moved and flowed, dripping from time to time. The moment it landed, it corroded and emitted pungent smoke, as if it were burning with strong acid. Its body was blurred, as if it was constantly changing and reorganizing. You could vaguely see the jagged bony wings stretching out from behind, and the thick scorpion tail winding to its feet. Its body exuded a strong smell of blood and decay, just like an evil ghost that had been sealed since the beginning of the universe, and once it was unsealed, it only wanted to feast on the flesh and blood of living beings.

At this moment, Demos seemed to smell the scent of fresh prey. His body suddenly shook, mucus splashed all over his body, and he made a "hissing" sound. His head turned sharply, and his dark green vertical pupils instantly locked onto the distant target. His pupils shrank sharply, and a trace of cruel pleasure flashed across them. Then, his body flashed like a ghost, and in an instant, he crossed a long distance, leaving only a blurry afterimage. When everyone saw it clearly, it had already pounced on an innocent woman passing by.

The woman was terrified, her scream instantly pierced the dead silence, pierced her eardrums, and pierced her soul. However, this shrill cry did not stop Demos in the slightest. Its sharp teeth poked out, a cold light flashed, and it accurately embedded itself into the woman's neck, sucking it roughly and greedily. In just a few seconds, the woman's fresh vitality was rapidly drained away, her skin quickly shrank and collapsed, her eye sockets sunken, her eyes wide open, and only a horrible and emaciated corpse was left. Demos raised his head, let out a satisfied roar in his throat, and a ferocious and crazy smile appeared at the corners of his grinning mouth. Blood dripped from between his teeth and splashed into the chaotic nothingness under his feet, stirring up a small vortex of dark energy.

Huang Hongsheng witnessed the whole process, and several piercing laughters erupted from his chest, the sound was like broken glass scratching across a rotten coffin, echoing in the empty subspace for a long time. His throat was dry, his tone was distorted, and every word was filled with bone-corrosive venom: "Damn Victory Team and Ultraman Tiga, your death is coming!" After that, there was another creepy evil laugh, the laughter was filled with endless malice, and it stretched out to the endless distance.

Deep in this chaotic and gloomy subspace, the rules of time and space are like a malfunctioning clock, disordered and out of order. Demos's body has shrunk a lot compared to the past, but the pressure emanating from his body has not diminished at all. On the contrary, because of his compact body, he looks even more bizarre. His body is tightly wrapped in a thick layer of sticky purple-black energy mucus. The mucus seems to have life, slowly wriggling and flowing, and from time to time, a few disgusting bubbles swell up, and when it bursts, dark droplets splash out, corroding the surrounding empty space, emitting a pungent stench that is almost fainting, just like an evil ghost that has crawled out from the filthiest place at the bottom of the abyss of the universe after going through countless hardships, exuding the smell of decay and death.

If you look closely, you can see its sharp fangs, each thick and strong, with a sharp blade like a poisoned blade, protruding from the cracked, purple-black lips, with strands of scarlet blood hanging on them. Those are the traces left by the drunkard who just sucked dry. The blood has not yet dried up, and it slowly drips along the fangs, splashing tiny blood mist in the void of the subspace, like evil flowers blooming on the road to the underworld. Its dark green vertical pupils are like two balls of will-o'-the-wisp, burning quietly, without a trace of mercy in them, only endless greed and cruelty, that is a pure instinctive desire for fresh life, and a madness that wants to devour all life in the world.

At this moment, the warp space was like a stagnant dead pond, quietly disturbed by a subtle but alluring breath. Demos's extremely sensitive vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and his nose twitched violently, instantly locking onto the position of his new prey - an innocent woman who was passing by without any defense. In an instant, his figure flashed like a ghost, wrapped in dark energy, tearing through the sticky "air" of the warp space, so fast that only a vague, shadowy trace was left on the spot.

The woman didn't even have time to see what the shadow in front of her was, fear surged into her heart like a tide, and she screamed in fear. The cry was extremely shrill, like a sharp blade, cutting through the long silence of the dead subspace. Where the sound waves vibrated, the space faintly appeared distorted ripples. But such a desperate cry was just a small interlude before the meal in Demos's ears, and he was completely unable to stop it. He saw its claws like hooks, clamping the woman's shoulders accurately, and the next moment, the sharp teeth deeply embedded in the woman's neck without hesitation.

The woman's body trembled violently, her eyes widened, her pupils dilated in extreme fear, her hands struggled and flapped in vain, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. In just a few seconds, the fresh vitality in her body was continuously extracted by Demos's sharp teeth, and her skin shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a shriveled skin bag that lost water too quickly. The originally pink complexion turned waxy yellow, and then turned into a blue-gray and dead color. Her hair lost its luster and fell out in clumps. In the blink of an eye, only a corpse with empty eyes and a haggard appearance was left, limp on the cold and empty ground of the subspace.

Demos, like a satiated glutton, raised his head and let out a long, satisfied roar, which echoed in the warp layer by layer, shaking the surrounding chaotic energy violently. The corners of his grinning mouth pulled out an exaggerated arc that almost tore his face, revealing a mouth full of bloody fangs. In that ferocious smile, there was full of pleasure after killing, and an impatient desire for the next bloody feast, as if the entire warp had fallen into an irreversible bloody nightmare because of his hideous appearance.

Huang Hongsheng was hiding in the thick, inky shadows of the warp. The dark aura around him seemed like materialized resentment, swirling and twisting, making his figure even more eerie and strange. He was like a vicious owl in the dark night, watching the entire process of Demos's brutal murder with cold eyes. At first, a trace of morbid appreciation flashed in his deep eyes, as if a crazy artist was examining the birth of his masterpiece, a naked obsession with blood and killing.

When Daimos sucked the woman's blood dry and roared with satisfaction, Huang Hongsheng's chest rose and fell violently, as if he was suddenly hit by an evil force. Then, he squeezed out a few piercing laughs from his throat. The laughter was like sharp broken glass, which scratched the hard steel plate piece by piece, rubbing out a sharp noise that made people's scalps numb. Where the sound waves vibrated, the surrounding chaotic energy rippled in circles, and the already fragile "order" of the subspace seemed to be shattered by this laughter.

"Damn Victory Team and Ultraman Tiga, your death is coming!" He roared out word by word, gritting his teeth. His tone was distorted and deformed. Every word was stretched out and crushed, and then squeezed out from between his teeth, wrapped in hatred. The words seemed to be soaked in poison, dripping with venom. Just by listening to it, one could imagine the deadly malice contained in it, as if it wanted to corrode and poison the opponent from a distance.

When he mentioned the "Victory Team", his face was twisted with anger, and veins popped out on his forehead, like a green snake crawling and ready to bite anyone; when he mentioned "Ultraman Tiga", two clusters of crazy flames of revenge instantly ignited in his eyes, burning fiercely, almost burning all the illusory scenes in front of him. His eyes were full of the pleasure of revenge, as if he had already seen the "wonderful scene" of the Victory Team being defeated and Ultraman Tiga falling to the ground, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, forming an extremely ferocious arc.

But he still felt unsatisfied. After a brief pause, another creepy evil laugh escaped from his teeth. This laugh was more crazy and wanton than before. The tone was high and low, with a strange rhythm in the ups and downs, like the screams of evil spirits in an old house at midnight. It was wrapped with endless resentment and vicious curses, and it kept echoing in the empty and deep corridors and cracks of the warp, layer upon layer, for a long time. Every time it echoed, it caused the surrounding lights to flicker and shadows to sway, as if the entire warp fell into endless fear and despair because of his devilish laughter, becoming a dark theater for him to vent his personal hatred.

Huang Hongsheng slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white and creaking as if he was about to crush the void in front of him in the next second. The dark aura around him became more and more turbulent, and his figure seemed to be lifted up by the rage of revenge, floating slightly in the darkness. He couldn't wait to drive Demos to launch a fatal attack on the Victory Team and Ultraman Tiga, to pave the "road of revenge" in his heart with blood and destruction, and let the entire universe be immersed in his resentment.

At the same time, the Victory Team Base was like a solid fortress against darkness, with bright lights inside. The warm yellow light shone through the clear lampshade, gently and generously, like the first ray of dawn, dispelling the unknown haze and darkness in the depths of the universe. In the corridor, the lights reflected the busy figures of the team members, the footsteps and whispered conversations came and went, but it was not noisy at all, but revealed the tacit understanding of working together.

The dining area is bustling with activity at the moment. Captain Lin Feng, Captain Yang Xue and a group of team members are sitting around it, just like a family gathered around a cozy dining table. The tables and chairs are neatly arranged, the food on the plates is steaming, the smoke is rising slowly, and the mist is all around everyone, blurring their vision, but making clear this beautiful scene full of the atmosphere of life. The food is fragrant, and the meat and vegetables are well matched. There is braised pork that is stewed until soft and tasty, with a bright red color, which melts in your mouth, and the aroma of fat explodes on your tongue instantly; there are also refreshing and greasy cold vegetables, with crystal clear sesame oil drops hanging on the green leaves; the staple food, white rice, is full of grains, and the heat is wrapped in the rice fragrance, which arouses your appetite.

Lin Feng was like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time. He ate his food without any image. His cheeks were stuffed with food, just like a hamster that was hoarding food. He chewed very quickly and mumbled incoherently: "Today's training is so tiring. The intensity is so high that my energy consumption is like a bottomless pit. But the food is so delicious that I can eat two more bowls." His appearance made everyone sitting around laugh. A burst of laughter rang out in the dining area.

Captain Yang Xue sat upright with a faint smile on her lips, and said softly, "You, every time after training, you are like a hungry wolf, eat slowly." Although her words were soft, they showed concern.

At this moment, in the Victory Team base, laughter and joy were heard one after another, everyone was joking and the atmosphere was as warm as a bonfire. Lin Feng had just finished telling a joke he made during training, and he was laughing so hard that he fell backwards, slapped his thighs, and tears came out of his eyes; Xincheng pretended to block his mouth with the steamed bun in his hand, and was about to pounce on him. Li Ming tried to stop them, pretending to be angry and shouted "Stop it, the food is about to be spilled", but he didn't use much strength in his hands, and the smile on his mouth couldn't be hidden; Dagu watched his teammates playing quietly, his eyes were full of gentle smiles, and occasionally he was amused to laugh. Captain Yang Xue maintained a serious appearance and shook her head slightly, but the doting in her eyes was like the warm spring sun, which instantly disintegrated her pretense of anger.

No one expected that, just a few kilometers away beside the train tracks, the night was covering up two brutal murders. The scene was like hell, with cold wind whistling and carrying wisps of bloody smell, making the surrounding weeds tremble. On the rails, bright red blood flowed freely, and the pool of blood that had not yet dried up was shining with a strange luster under the dim moonlight, like the hideous eyes of a demon, staring at the world. The victim's twisted body collapsed to the ground, his clothes were tattered and torn, his face was still frozen with the extreme fear before his death, his mouth was wide open, as if he was still making silent wails and calls for help.

The miserable dead souls, trapped in this bloody place, are still wailing and crying. The voices are ethereal and distant, as if floating from the Netherworld, and penetrate into every inch of the dead air, but the people of the mortal world cannot hear this desperate and sad sound. All of this is the evil tentacles of the shadow of the subspace reaching out to the real world. The subspace, the chaotic realm that is free from conventional cognition, is now like a dormant giant beast, spying in the dark, quietly dormant, ready to strike.

The crisis hidden in the dark is like a sharp arrow with a full bowstring, the arrowhead flashing coldly, aiming at the unprepared city and people. It may break out of the wind at any time, carrying endless dark power and killing desire, and completely tearing apart the peace of the world. Every second of peaceful playfulness is like the brief tranquility before the storm; every time the team members laugh happily, it forms a sharp contrast with the weeping of the dead souls in the distance.

Huang Hongsheng hid in the depths of the subspace, with his arms folded across his chest, staring at the energy projection of the tragedy scene in the real world, with a sinister smile on his lips. He controlled Demos like a chess player, making his moves without regret, patiently waiting for the Victory Team to notice the abnormality and rush to the scene, when he would reveal the "gift" he had carefully prepared. "Wait, when you see all this, you will know what fear is..." He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the quiet subspace, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

Inside the Victory Team base, the lights were still bright and warm, and everyone was still having fun, completely unaware of the impending disaster. The heat from the food on the plates gradually dissipated, and the warm daily life was about to be ruthlessly broken by the evil hand of the subspace. A thrilling, life-and-death battle was quietly brewing in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to break out, and it would drag everyone into a vortex of blood and fire.