Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

Inside the police station, the originally calm and orderly working atmosphere was completely broken by a sudden, weird aura that seemed to come from another dimension. The nightmare-like monster Demos appeared out of nowhere, looking like an octopus that had been mercilessly burned by the fire of hell. Its body was huge and distorted, and its irregular outline cast a strange shadow under the dim lights of the police station, as if it was a demon struggling to crawl out from the most evil corner of the dark abyss, exuding a chilling aura that was enough to freeze the soul.

It stood quietly outside the police station like an evil sculpture, but its posture seemed to be gathering strength, ready to bring endless disasters to the world. Then, a horrifying change occurred, and it began to spit out a large amount of foam. These bubbles were not ordinary things. They gushed out of Demos's disgusting mouthparts like a surging tide, spreading on the ground at a very fast speed. Each bubble was like a tiny demon, jumping and rolling on the ground, making a hissing sound wherever it went, as if greedily corroding everything it touched.

The color of the foam was a strange grayish white, mixed with a hint of dark green, like a cursed poison. As the foam spread, white smoke began to rise from the ground of the police station, and the originally smooth marble tiles were eroded into small mottled pits in an instant, as if they were ruthlessly etched by strong acid. The pungent smell filled the air, making everyone present feel a tight throat and difficulty breathing.

Demos' eyes began to flash with a strange light. The light was dark green and deep, like a will-o'-the-wisp from hell, swaying in the dim police station. Every time it flashed, it seemed to draw a cold arc in the air, with a magic that made people tremble in the soul. The originally dim light of the police station seemed to be even more dim under the reflection of this strange light, as if it was swallowed by it. Shadows danced wantonly in the corners, and the mottled marks on the walls were like the phantoms of demons with bared fangs and claws. The whole space seemed to be dragged into an evil purgatory dimension in an instant, as if foreshadowing a huge disaster was about to come.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. Every police officer stood still, holding their guns tightly, but they forgot their next move because of extreme shock. Their eyes were fixed on Demos, their hearts were beating like thunder, cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, slid down their cheeks, and dripped onto the ground full of tension.

Suddenly, one of its clones flew over like an arrow, so fast that people didn't have time to react. The clone's figure drew a blurry black line in the air, bringing a gust of cold wind, blowing the corners of everyone's clothes. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, like the scream of a demon, piercing straight into the eardrum, making people have a splitting headache.

The chief's eyes widened, and he blurted out in astonishment: "What is this?" His voice echoed in the silent and terrifying police station, with a hint of trembling and disbelief. The chief had been on the battlefield for a long time, and had experienced countless dangers and challenges, but the scene before him was far beyond his cognition. His eyes were full of confusion and fear, but under this fear, there was still a hint of determination and calmness, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this chaotic situation.

At this time, the deputy chief shouted anxiously: "Chief, no matter what this is, organize a counterattack first!" Upon hearing this, the chief immediately came to his senses and shouted loudly: "Everyone, prepare to fight!" The police officers woke up as if from a dream, and raised their guns to aim at the flying clone. However, when the clone was about to approach everyone, it suddenly circled and hovered in the air, as if laughing at everyone's futility.

Its body exudes a layer of dark luster, and there are faintly strange runes flickering and wandering, as if it is a seal from ancient evil forces. Its body is like a ball of twisted dark energy, constantly changing its shape, sometimes like a ferocious beast, sometimes like a strange ghost, making it impossible to grasp its true form.

The temperature around it dropped sharply as it hovered, and the breath of the police officers instantly turned into white mist, spreading in the cold air. Everyone's face was filled with solemnity and tension, with their fingers tightly on the trigger, but they didn't dare to fire easily, for fear of angering this unknown demon and causing more terrible consequences. The entire police station fell into a dead silence and depression, with only the slight buzzing sound of the Moss clone, like the bell of a death countdown, knocking on everyone's heartstrings one by one.

The clone drew an arc in the air, and the trajectory seemed to be an evil line drawn by darkness in the sky, with a dizzying sense of distortion. Then, it hovered steadily above everyone's head, like the god of death, looking down at the ants, ready to bring down a catastrophe at any time. Its strange appearance was simply the embodiment of a nightmare. Its body seemed to be made up of countless twisted limbs and irregular pieces of flesh. The surface was also flowing with mucus emitting dim light. The mucus dripped to the ground from time to time, splashing wisps of black smoke, as if it had a strong corrosive property. Its head was like a huge vortex full of sharp teeth, and the center was flickering with a dim green light, like the entrance to an endless abyss. Just by looking at it, people felt as if their souls were deeply pulled by the evil force, and a chilling feeling instantly swept over their bodies like a surging tide.

Then, two more clones of Demos came roaring in from different directions. They came with great force, squeezing the air wherever they passed, making a deafening explosion, as if the entire space was wailing in pain at their arrival. They circled in the air at such a speed that it was dazzling. Only two black shadows could be seen shuttling back and forth like ghosts. They were surrounded by black mist, and from time to time, blue electric sparks flashed in the mist, crackling, as if the devil was laughing shrilly, and that laughter was full of mockery and ridicule of life, and seemed to be announcing their absolute dominance over this space.

Everyone was frightened by this sudden horror and screamed. The sound was sharp and shrill, breaking the originally dull atmosphere of the police station. The screams were full of endless fear and despair, as if it was the last, helpless cry of people at the end of the world. The police officers were instantly confused. They were well-trained and lost their usual composure in the face of this unimaginable fear. They frantically looked for shelter and frantically scanned the police station. Tables, chairs, filing cabinets, corners, and any place that could provide a sense of security became their target.

They all lay down to avoid the attack, their movements were awkward and hasty, and many of them were even trembling with fear. Some police officers pressed their bodies tightly to the ground, their teeth chattering and making clattering sounds; others held their heads with their hands and curled up into a ball, as if this would completely hide them from this horrible reality. The guns in their hands were also shaking slightly. The weapons that originally symbolized justice and power now seemed so powerless in their trembling hands, as if they were just some useless scrap metal.

After a brief moment of shock, the chief quickly regained his composure. He knew that action had to be taken at this moment. He shouted loudly: "Don't panic, everyone, get ready to shoot!" However, when the police officers raised their guns and aimed, countless bullets rained down on Demos and its three clones, an unexpected situation occurred - the bullets had no effect on them. The bullets were like hitting an extremely hard shield, and they bounced all over the ground, splashing only a few sparks on the ground.

At this time, a blue light began to emit around Demos and its clones. When the light first appeared, it was just like a faint phosphorescent fire flickering on their bodies, as if it was a sign of the evil power awakening in the dark. But in a flash, the blue light intensified at an astonishing speed, spreading rapidly like a surging tide, becoming more and more intense, gradually covering their huge and terrifying bodies completely. Wherever the light reached, the air seemed to be ignited, and layers of energy ripples visible to the naked eye appeared, making a buzzing resonance sound, as if the entire space was trembling because of the gathering of this evil power.

The three clones slowly rose up, their movements were in unison, as if they were controlled by an invisible evil will. During the rise, each clone dragged a long blue tail of light, which twisted and entangled in the air, like a flexible devil's whip, whipping the surrounding space, leaving a trail of dark blue marks. When they flew above the original body, Demos, the entire police station seemed to be covered by a huge blue dome. The light hurt people's eyes, but people couldn't look away.

They began to merge in the air, the light intertwined, forming a huge energy vortex. The center of the vortex was deep and dark, as if it was a portal to another dimension, constantly swallowing the surrounding light, making it thicker and deeper. At the edge was a surging torrent of energy, the blue light was spinning rapidly like a sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to tear everything that approached into pieces. Under the stirring of the vortex, the tables, chairs, documents and other items in the police station were rolled up, swirling in the air, and then were ruthlessly sucked into the abyss of energy, instantly turning into dust.

The director watched all this with his eyes wide open, filled with shock and disbelief. Veins popped out on his forehead, and sweat dripped down his cheeks like rain, dripping onto the dusty and chaotic ground. A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, and that uneasiness was like an invisible big hand, tightly grasping his heart, making his breathing become rapid and heavy. But he knew his responsibility as a leader, and still held a glimmer of hope, which was like a weak candlelight swaying in a storm, supporting him to continue to hold on.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't stop, keep shooting!" There was a tremor in his voice, but more of it was firmness and determination. The police officers heard the order, suppressed their fear, and pulled the trigger again. For a moment, the sound of gunfire rang out like popping beans, and dense bullets whizzed towards the energy vortex like a group of angry wasps. However, what was desperate was that the moment the police officers' bullets touched the mysterious blue light shield, they seemed to hit an invisible steel wall and were bounced off. Bullets flew in the air, some embedded in the wall, and some hit the ceiling, raising a cloud of dust and debris.

The blue shield only rippled slightly under the impact of the bullets, as if mocking everyone's futility. The police officers looked at the scene before them, and their hopes were completely shattered. Many of them dropped their guns in despair, their eyes empty and helpless, as if they were trapped in an endless dark abyss. But the chief still gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with an unyielding flame. In this desperate situation, he was still thinking hard about how to deal with it, unwilling to give up even the slightest possibility of saving everyone.

As the light flashed, Demos completed its fusion and became huge. Its huge body stood in the city, like a towering black mountain, blocking out the sky and the sun. It looked down at the director and the police officers below, with cold malice in its eyes. Suddenly, it opened its bloody mouth and spit out corrosive liquid at everyone. The liquid poured down like a green waterfall with a strong pungent smell.

Some police officers were unable to dodge and were stained by the corrosive liquid. The liquid seemed to be the most vicious venom from the depths of hell. Once it touched the human body, it would immediately penetrate deeply like the claws of a demon. The police officers who were stained instantly widened their eyes, their eyes were full of fear and pain, and then, they screamed in pain uncontrollably from their throats. The screams were heartbreaking, cutting through the already chaotic atmosphere in the police station, and everyone who heard it could not help but shudder, as if they could truly feel the great pain they were enduring.

Their bodies seemed to be burned by a raging fire. The surface of their skin quickly turned a strange red and began to fester. At first, tiny pus bubbles popped up like mushrooms after rain. In the blink of an eye, they burst one after another, and flowed out yellow pus with a pungent smell. Then, the festering area expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a greedy mouth, ruthlessly devouring healthy skin. The muscles gradually melted under the erosion of the liquid. The originally tight and strong muscle tissue began to become loose and deformed, as if it had lost its supporting frame, and twisted in a weird and terrifying posture in the painful struggle.

They rolled on the ground in agony, each time accompanied by painful groans and desperate cries. Their hands scratched helplessly on their bodies, trying to relieve the pain that was gnawing at their bones, but it only left bloody marks on their festering skin. The mixture of blood and pus made the situation even worse. They kept shouting, "It hurts so much!" The voice was filled with a desire for life and a fear of death, echoing in the police station like a wail from hell, making every sane person feel deeply desperate and powerless.

In just a moment, their bodies were completely destroyed and melted into pools of foul-smelling liquid. The liquid was a disgusting dark green, flowing slowly on the ground, corroding shallow pits and emitting wisps of black smoke, as if it was continuing to devour everything around it. The originally vibrant lives, in front of this horrible corrosive liquid, were like fragile ants, fleeting, leaving only this horrible scene, which caused the witnesses to suffer unprecedented shock and trauma.

The surrounding police officers watched this scene. Some were so frightened that they stood there with empty eyes, as if they had lost their souls. Some could not help but bend over and vomit. Their stomachs were churning, but they could not vomit anything. They were left with endless fear and nausea. The chief looked at this horrific scene with red eyes, clenched fists, and nails deeply embedded in his palms. His heart was filled with anger and self-blame, but he felt deeply powerless and confused in front of this powerful and unknown evil force. He didn't know how to save the remaining police officers and stop this nightmare-like disaster from spreading.

The director watched his men fall one by one in front of him, his heart filled with grief and anger, but he also clearly realized that if he continued to fight, he would only die. He suppressed his inner grief and decisively led the few remaining men to retreat, shouting: "Run!"

Led by the chief, the police officers desperately fled to the back of the police station. Their faces were filled with fear and exhaustion, but they dared not stop for even a second. Demos was chasing them closely, shaking the ground with every step. Its huge figure cast a long shadow on the city streets, as if the shadow of death was covering the entire city.