Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

On the edge of a bustling city with heavy traffic and flashing neon lights, there is an abandoned industrial area that looks like a post-apocalyptic wasteland. This was once a symbol of booming industry, with huge factories and plants standing side by side, and crisscrossing pipelines like the blood vessels of a steel behemoth, continuously transporting energy and materials. However, with the changing times and the changes in industry, this area has gradually been forgotten and turned into a wasteland.

Today, ruins can be seen everywhere, and the dilapidated walls are covered with mosses and unknown vines, which seem to be trying to cover up the wounds of the past, but only add a bit of desolation. Most of the factory chimneys have broken and collapsed, with only half of them standing alone, telling the sky about the past glory and the present loneliness. Pungent chemical smoke is diffused in the ruins, which is the decayed smell left over from the years, mixed with harmful gases emitted by rusty metals and waste chemicals, which makes people's throats sore and their eyes sore.

Looking up, the dim sky was completely covered by thick smoke. The sun tried its best to penetrate the layers of clouds, like a bunch of thin golden threads, casting a few dim lights. This weak light not only failed to dispel the haze, but also seemed to cover this dead land with a strange veil, making every shadow look more eerie and terrifying, as if it was foreshadowing a thrilling crisis was about to come.

This corner abandoned by the world has now become the ultimate battlefield for the two giants to fight to the death. On one side is Ultraman Tiga, who carries the childhood dreams of countless people and represents light and hope. He is agile and shines with silver, white, red and purple light, which is like the dawn that penetrates the darkness at dawn, giving people endless comfort and strength. The colorful timer on Ultraman Tiga's chest flashes rhythmically, like a rhythmic star, showing his burning determination to protect mankind. Every flash seems to tell the story of his tenacious struggle against darkness.

On the other side, there was the nightmare-like monster Demos that crawled out of the dark abyss. It was huge, like a moving hill, and covered with strange patterns all over its body. Those patterns were like the seals of ancient demons, exuding a chilling aura. Its head was hideous and terrifying, and its huge compound eyes flashed scarlet light, revealing endless cruelty and violence. Several tentacles as thick as tree trunks waved wantonly on both sides of its body, bringing with them a whirring sound, as if each of them contained enough power to destroy everything. Wherever it went, huge deep pits were smashed into the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

When Ultraman Tiga and Demos confronted each other, the tense atmosphere in the air instantly condensed, and a duel between life and death, light and darkness began. Everything around seemed to be still, only the pungent smoke was slowly floating, witnessing this fierce battle that was about to rewrite fate.

Ultraman Tiga stood tall, shining with silver, red and purple light. The colored timer on his chest flashed rhythmically, like a rhythmic star, showing his burning determination to protect mankind. Every move he made carried the beauty of power and speed. Just now, he threw the monster Demos, who was like a giant octopus, to the side with a swift shoulder throw. The huge body of Demos rolled on the ground, smashing several abandoned factory chimneys and raising dust.

However, this monster, Demos, which climbed out of the dark abyss and exuded evil magic, was by no means an ordinary person who could be easily subdued. It landed steadily, and its huge body, which stood tall like a mountain, caused the surrounding air to vibrate with every slight tremor. Suddenly, it raised its hideous head, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a deafening roar. The roar was like a surging tsunami, sweeping around with overwhelming force. Wherever the sound waves reached, even the molecules in the air were shaken violently, as if they could penetrate people's eardrums and pierce deep into people's minds, making the earth tremble with fear, and the loose bricks and stones on the nearby ruins fell one after another.

Then, Demos waved its tentacles, which were as thick as tree trunks, like a completely enraged dark demon. These tentacles were like whips from hell, waving in the air wantonly, and every swing brought a whirring sound, as if to drag everything around into a vortex of destruction. Their surfaces were covered with strange suction cups and mucus, flashing a disgusting luster in the dim light. One of the tentacles, like a black lightning, instantly wrapped around Ultraman Tiga's neck at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. Ultraman Tiga only felt a cold and sticky touch on his neck, and the chill seemed to run down his spine, making him alert instantly, and his body instinctively began to struggle.

Demos sensed Ultraman Tiga's resistance, let out a low roar, and then exerted force. Its unimaginable brute force directly threw Ultraman Tiga to the side like a weightless rag doll. Ultraman Tiga's body uncontrollably drew a long arc in the air, like a falling meteor, but with a bit of tragic color. Then, he slammed heavily to the ground, and with a loud "bang", it was like a meteorite hitting the earth. For a moment, the ground could not withstand the huge impact force and cracked in an instant. Cracks spread around like spider webs. The broken stones flew up with the dust, forming a dust wave that covered the sky and the sun, completely covering the already hazy and dim scene around, plunging it into chaos.

Ultraman Tiga was lying on the cold, hard, gravel-covered ground in a mess. Every inch of his skin seemed to be sending signals of severe pain deep into his bones. The violent collision with Demos had just caused severe damage to his body. The impact force was like a turbulent undercurrent, rushing through his body and tearing his strength into pieces. He could clearly feel that the energy indicator light on his chest was flashing more and more rapidly, like a panicked beating heart, indicating that his energy was also greatly shaken by the violent collision, like a candle in the wind, swaying.

However, even in such a difficult situation, the burning and incomparably fiery flame of protection in his heart never extinguished. This belief, like the first ray of light that penetrates the dark clouds at dawn, gave him endless strength and courage. During the short but torturous adjustment process, he gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixed with dust, leaving mud marks on his cheeks. He inserted his hands deeply into the ground, his fingers dug into the gravel and soil, and with his tenacious will, he struggled to hold up his upper body.

Then, he exerted force with his legs, moving his body little by little, trying to regain his standing position. Every movement caused pain all over his body, and he couldn't help but groan. Finally, he stood up shakily, but his feet felt like he was stepping on cotton, soft and weak, and his body was a little unstable. He shook his body slightly, trying to dispel the dizziness that was like a fog, and his head was "buzzing", as if countless bees were flying around.

Despite this, his eyes always firmly penetrated the dust and fog, firmly locked on Demos not far away. Those eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shone with unyielding and courage, without the slightest fear or retreat. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: no matter what the cost, he must protect the city behind him and those people who live ordinary lives with hope. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and gradually stabilized his disordered breath. At the same time, he mobilized the remaining energy in his body to prepare for the next wave of attacks that Demos was about to launch. He knew that this battle was about life and death, and whether light could penetrate darkness again. He must not fall down. Even if he had only the last bit of strength left, he would fight for hope.

At this moment, Demos seemed to be completely enraged, with a stronger dark aura surging around him, and once again launched a fierce and crazy attack. Its mouth hidden under its hideous head slowly opened, like the gate of hell, and a disgusting white corrosive liquid, like a surging fountain, engulfed the breath of death and spurted out with an unstoppable force, aiming directly at Ultraman Tiga. The liquid drew arcs in the air, and wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted by its evil power, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound.

In a flash, the ground was corroded by the white liquid, and large pits with green smoke were formed. The soil and rocks around the pits quickly disintegrated and melted, and the pungent smell was like the roar of a demon, filling the air at an alarming speed, making the battlefield seem like a poisonous miasma. The smell not only irritated the nose, but also seemed to corrode people's will, making those who smelled it feel terrified.

Ultraman Tiga saw this scene and was alarmed, knowing the power of this liquid. His eyes focused instantly, revealing a high degree of concentration and vigilance, and he dared not slack off. At this critical moment, he immediately concentrated his energy and mobilized every bit of strength in his body. With his extraordinary reaction speed and agility like a ghost, he took decisive action. He pushed his feet hard on the ground, took advantage of the force and flew into the air, doing several backflips in the air and leaping backwards.

His figure flipped lightly in the air, and every movement was extremely precise, as if it had been calculated countless times. His body was like a nimble swallow, deftly shuttling between the corrosive liquids that were like a rain of death, avoiding the deadly "white lines". The liquids brushed past his body, but failed to hurt him at all. When he landed, he knelt on one knee, his movements were steady and powerful, his right fist clenched to support the ground, as if drawing strength from the earth, and his left hand was across his chest, posing a rock-hard defensive posture.

At this time, Ultraman Tiga, although in danger and his energy was constantly depleted in the fierce battle with Demos, the unyielding and courageous look in his eyes was like a beacon, penetrating the darkness and smoke of the battlefield. That look seemed to declare to Demos: No matter what ruthless means you use, I will never be afraid, and I will fight to the end to protect light and hope! In him, what shines is not only the light of battle, but also a spiritual power that transcends life and death and never gives up, bringing a glimmer of hope to this desperate battlefield.

On this battlefield that looked like a doomsday ruin, broken walls and ruins stood miserably, and huge factory steel beams were twisted and deformed, as if unable to withstand the impact of this shocking battle, and were thrown to the ground at random. The pungent smoke that filled the air lingered eerily in the still air for a long time, as if it was going to completely swallow up this wasteland. Time seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands at this moment, losing the ability to flow, and everything fell into a dead silence. Only the tense atmosphere of the confrontation between the two giants, Ultraman Tiga and Demos, spread rapidly in every inch of space like a turbulent undercurrent, making people breathless.

Ultraman Tiga stood still, his posture upright but covered with scars. On his body, which shone with silver, white, red and purple light, there were several more shocking scratches, and the colorful timer flashed rapidly, as if reminding him that his energy was about to run out. However, in his eyes as bright as stars, there was no intention of retreating, only a firm determination. He knew that this battle was not just about personal victory or defeat. Behind him was a prosperous city full of vitality, where countless people with dreams and ordinary lives lived, and their safety depended on this life-and-death battle. As long as he wavered, the darkness would surge back like a tide, completely drowning the light and turning hope into nothing.

So, Ultraman Tiga endured the severe pain in his body and the fatigue caused by the loss of energy, and began to concentrate quickly. His brain was like a high-speed precision computer, fully analyzing the attack pattern of Demos. His eyes were fixed on every move of Demos, not missing any details: from the trajectory of its tentacles, the burst nodes of power, to the prelude of muscle contraction when the mouthparts sprayed corrosive liquid, Ultraman Tiga remembered them one by one. Every attack of Demos became a precious opportunity for him to collect data and find flaws. He knew that this monster from the dark abyss seemed invulnerable, but in fact it must have weaknesses, and he must find them before his energy was exhausted and give a fatal blow.

At the same time, when Demos saw that Ultraman Tiga had easily avoided the corrosive liquid he had sprayed out, his anger instantly erupted like a volcano. He raised his already hideous head high, and his scarlet compound eyes burned with violent anger, as if he was a demon from hell, vowing to destroy everything in front of him. He slapped the ground crazily with his tentacles as thick as tree trunks, and each time he landed, it was like thunder, stirring up a cloud of dust that covered the sky. The earth trembled and groaned under its ravages, making a dull echo, as if lamenting for the coming greater disaster.

As Demos moved, the surrounding environment became increasingly harsh. Dust and sand, mixed with pungent smoke, formed a turbid barrier that blurred the vision. But Ultraman Tiga was not affected at all. With his keen perception, he accurately captured Demos's movements in this chaos. He found that after Demos's tentacles slapped wildly, there would be an extremely short pause, as if he was gathering strength again to prepare for the next round of more violent attacks. This tiny detail made Ultraman Tiga's heart move. He realized that this might be a flaw in Demos's attack rhythm. If he could seize the opportunity and take advantage of the opportunity, he might be able to turn the tide of the battle.

However, Demos did not give Ultraman Tiga too much time to think. After a short pause, it adjusted its posture again, thrusting its tentacles like giant spears at Ultraman Tiga from different directions. The tips of these tentacles flashed with cold light, and they moved as fast as lightning. Wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. Ultraman Tiga did not dare to be careless. He dodged to the side, avoiding a tentacle that was attacking from the front, and at the same time kicked at the root of a tentacle next to him. This kick contained his remaining little energy, and it was full of power. Demos's tentacles felt pain and shrank back suddenly.