Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the vast universe, the Earth is like a blue gem, emitting vitality and hope, carrying the dreams and future of countless lives. However, beneath the calm surface, crisis is always around.

On this day, the sky above the city suddenly changed. The originally clear blue sky was quickly covered by a strange dark cloud, with lightning and thunder in the dark cloud, as if something terrible was about to fall. Citizens stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky in horror. Uneasy emotions quickly spread among the crowd.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the Demos monster appeared. It was huge, towering like a mountain, and its body was covered with a layer of hard, cold black scales, like armor. Its head was shaped like an octopus, and several thick tentacles danced in the air, exuding a chilling aura. Its blood-red eyes revealed endless cruelty and violence, staring at the prosperous city below, as if it regarded everything as an ant, ready to trample and destroy at any time.

Demos opened his bloody mouth, and from the depths of his mouth, a stream of white corrosive liquid gushed out like a raging torrent. Wherever the liquid reached, huge holes were instantly corroded in the outer walls of the buildings. The steel made a "sizzling" sound under the erosion, and quickly turned into pools of waste liquid with a pungent smell. The vehicles and street lights on the street were not spared either, and they were twisted and deformed in this deadly liquid, turning into piles of scrap metal. People ran around in panic, screaming and crying, and the whole city fell into chaos and despair.

At the critical moment, a ray of light cut through the sky, and Ultraman Tiga appeared opposite Demos, like a god descending to the earth, with an upright and majestic figure. His iconic colored timer flashed with light, as if it was a beacon of courage and hope, bringing a little comfort to the panicked people. Ultraman Tiga stared at the monster in front of him with a firm gaze, and without hesitation, he dodged to the side with agile and agile movements, barely avoiding the white corrosive liquid spit out by the octopus-like Demos monster. The liquid flew past his body and splashed on the building next to him, causing a corner of the building to collapse with a loud bang, and rubble flew everywhere.

Then, Ultraman Tiga quickly adjusted his posture, crossed his hands in front of his chest, gathered energy, and instantly fired a beam of light at Demos. The beam was dazzling, like a sharp sword piercing straight at Demos. Demos was hit and felt pain. His huge body trembled violently and he let out a roar. The sound shook the earth and it immediately stopped spraying corrosive liquid.

However, Demos did not give up. It was angry and swung its thick tentacles to whip Ultraman Tiga. The tentacles made a whirring sound, and every swing seemed to tear the air apart. Seeing this, Ultraman Tiga was not in a hurry. He flexibly tumbled and jumped in the air, dodging the attacks again and again. He took advantage of the gaps between the monsters' attacks to gather strength again and launch the Zeperiod ray. This ray contained powerful energy, and the light was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to open your eyes. It rushed straight towards Demos, and with a loud bang, Demos was blown to pieces. The huge impact force shook the surrounding air and formed a strong airflow, blowing away the smoke that filled the air.

At this time, Moss's body was burning with blazing flames. The flames were a strange blue-purple color, jumping and dancing, burning the surrounding air with a "sizzling" sound. The scorching heat caused the surrounding clouds to evaporate instantly, turning into wisps of mist, lingering around the burning body, adding a bit of mystery and horror.

These burning corpses, some as big as boulders and some as small as gravel, tumbled and drifted in the air in disorder, like cursed will-o'-the-wisp. Their flickering light was still eye-catching in the daylight, as if it was the embodiment of the remaining resentment of Demos, unyieldingly resisting the fate of destruction. Each corpse made a slight crackling sound while burning, like a painful roar, or like a curse before death.

As the heat flow engulfed them, they drew extremely strange arcs in the air. Some rushed upward diagonally, but suddenly fell down when their power was exhausted; some rolled forward in a spiral, scattering sparks along the way, like a dragon with a tail of light; others collided with each other, and after rubbing against each other to produce more violent sparks, they bounced off and rushed in different directions. These trajectories, crisscrossing, seemed like an invisible, evil net, covering the sky above the city, making people terrified.

In the city, people gradually turned from initial panic to cautious waiting and watching. Children hid behind adults, timidly poking their heads out, their eyes full of fear and curiosity; the elderly tightly grasped their crutches, muttering to themselves, praying that this disaster would end completely. On the streets, the originally chaotic traffic began to return to order, vehicles slowly started, and drivers looked up at the sky from time to time to confirm whether the danger was really gone.

On the buildings, the traces of the corrosive liquid of Demos are still clearly visible. The mottled walls and melted decorations all tell of the thrilling battle just now. But as the fire of the Demos body gradually weakened, the light of hope for repair and reconstruction quietly lit up. Workers were already standing on the street with tools in hand, ready to engage in rescue work at any time.

The fire brigade's vehicles also began to move out, with red warning lights flashing. Although the fire caused by the monster was not an ordinary fire, they were still on high alert to prevent the flames from spreading to the surrounding undamaged buildings. The hoses were already spread out, and the water gun nozzles reflected a cold and hard light in the sun, ready to rain down the areas that might ignite again.

As the last body turned to ashes, the will-o'-the-wisp light was completely extinguished, the dark haze was dispelled by the sun, and the crisis was finally temporarily resolved. The breeze blew away the smoke and dust in the air, and the city gradually returned to its former tranquility. In the streets and alleys, people began to talk to each other, sharing the joy and emotion of surviving the disaster. Stores opened one after another, and the windows were filled with a wide variety of goods, symbolizing the restart and recovery of life. In the school, the sound of children reading rang out again, crisp and loud, injecting vigorous vitality into this reborn city.

After completing his mission, Ultraman Tiga flashed and turned back into his human form, Lin Feng. He was wearing the uniform of the Victory Team. Although his face was a little tired, his eyes were still firm. Lin Feng walked silently on the streets of the city, surrounded by people who had survived the disaster. Some of them were comforting each other, while others were silently crying as they looked at the devastated city. Lin Feng felt mixed emotions. He knew that he had a great responsibility and that every battle was to protect these innocent lives.

Not long after, Lin Feng returned to the Victory Team base. Inside the base, the team members were busy sorting out combat data, analyzing the cause of the monster's appearance and the response strategy. Captain Yang Xue stood in front of the command desk, looking at the various information on the big screen with a serious look. When she saw Lin Feng coming in, her eyes moved slightly, but soon returned to calm. She knew Lin Feng's identity, and this secret was like a heavy bomb in her heart, but she knew that the current situation did not allow for any distraction, so she did not make it public.

Captain Yang Xue walked up, patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Everyone performed very well in this battle. You should go and have a rest first." Her voice was gentle and concerned, with care for the team members, and also hidden a deeper trust in Lin Feng. Lin Feng nodded slightly, looked at the captain gratefully, and turned to walk towards the lounge.

In the depths of the universe, far away from the blue planet Earth that is full of vitality and hope, the subspace is like a forbidden place forgotten by the universe, exuding a creepy and gloomy atmosphere. The darkness here is so deep that it seems like an endless abyss of the universe. The thick darkness seems to swallow everything, and even light can hardly escape its shackles. It can only flicker faintly in the endless darkness, outlining the shadowy outlines of the surrounding environment. Every ray of light is unspeakably weird.

Huang Hongsheng and Yabo were like two evil spirits born from darkness, standing quietly on a huge black boulder suspended in the void. The surface of the boulder was rugged and covered with mysterious lines, as if telling the chaos and evil at the beginning of the universe. The two looked terribly gloomy, as if shrouded by a thick haze, which was an emotional haze of failure and anger.

In front of them was a special device with a strange shape and a faint light. This device was like an evil eye that could see through the three realms. It could accurately reflect everything that happened on Earth through layers of space-time barriers. At this moment, their eyes were fixed on the image projected by the device, and they witnessed the whole process of Demos being defeated.

From Ultraman Tiga's appearance like a god descending from heaven, nimbly dodging the white corrosive liquid spit out by Demos, to his gathering of energy and decisively firing a beam to hit Demos, causing him to scream in pain, to the ultimate powerful Zaperion beam that blew Demos to pieces, with his body burning in the air and dissipating like an unwilling ghost. Every scene and every detail pierced Huang Hongsheng's heart like a steel needle.

Seeing the end, Huang Hongsheng's anger erupted like a volcano, burning fiercely. He widened his eyes, which were full of bloodshot, filled with hatred and unwillingness. He clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms bulged, like angry little snakes slithering under the skin. Then, he raised his arms high, and with all his strength, he smashed them hard on the thick stone pillar beside him.

"Damn it! This plan has gone to waste again!" His roar echoed in the warp like thunder, shaking the surrounding darkness to ripples, as if disturbed by this anger. Under his powerful and angry blow, the stone pillar instantly cracked a shocking crack on the surface, and the broken stones fell like broken hopes, scattered on the cold black boulder, adding a sense of desolation and despair. Although the Yabo man next to him did not speak, his slightly trembling figure also exposed his equally angry and unwilling heart. The two stood in the darkness for a long time, and the flames of revenge burned more and more in their hearts.

The Yabo man stood quietly aside like a shadow seeping out of the abyss of darkness. The thick darkness around him, like a loyal guard, tightly wrapped him up, making it difficult to see his true appearance. Only his tall and gloomy outline could be vaguely outlined. His figure was hidden in this boundless darkness, as if he had merged with the darkness and became a part of the darkness itself. His face was completely covered by the deep shadow. No matter how the outside world looked at him, it was impossible to see what expression he had at the moment.

However, his slightly trembling body was like a forbidden book with a corner opened, inadvertently revealing the secrets in his heart. Although he tried his best to suppress it, his body's instinctive reaction could not be concealed. The slight trembling, like the last shivering dead leaf in the autumn wind, revealed his equally surging anger. This anger was the unwillingness after the plan was thwarted, and the gnashing hatred for the earthlings, Ultraman Tiga, and the Victory Team. Under the nourishment of darkness, it grew wildly like weeds.

After a moment, a low and sinister laugh came out of the Yabo people's throat. The laugh seemed to come not from the throat of a human, but from the echo of the Nine Nether Hell. It was cold and piercing, with a chill that could freeze the soul, and instantly broke the silence around them. "Hmph, don't lose heart, the Earthlings are only temporarily successful." He spoke, and his voice seemed to be wrapped in a thousand-year-old ice, squeezed out from his teeth word by word, and echoed in this empty dark space, and every word seemed to drag an invisible tail full of resentment.

Then, he raised his head slightly. Although his face was still hidden in the darkness, the strong hatred emanating from him was like a materialized black mist, spreading all around. "Ultraman Tiga and the Victory Team, one day we will make them pay a heavy price." His tone became increasingly low, but resounding. Every word was like a vicious curse, which he fiercely nailed into the void of this dark universe. In his fantasy, that day, the earth will fall into an endless sea of ​​fire and despair, Ultraman Tiga will fall in pain, the Victory Team will be reduced to ashes, and he will stand on the ruins of this universe, dominate everything, let all those who oppose him taste the bitter fruit of failure, and completely avenge today's shame. That obsession, like the most dazzling "evil light" in the darkness, illuminated his twisted inner world.

In the deep, eternal night of the universe, Huang Hongsheng stood quietly on the suspended boulder like a demon possessed by hatred. The surrounding darkness was as thick as ink, as if it was going to swallow up all the light and hope. Only his bloodshot eyes flashed with crazy light, like two will-o'-the-wisp fires, which looked particularly hideous in the endless darkness.

He clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged high, like angry pythons twisting under his skin. Every time his teeth cut into his body, it was as if he was declaring war on an invisible enemy, venting the surging hatred deep in his heart. The crazy light in his eyes danced and flickered, just like the fire ignited by the devil, burning his remaining reason and humanity, twisting his soul into a horrible appearance.

"Yes, one day we will be able to kill Ultraman Tiga and these damned Victory Teams." He spoke word by word, his voice low and hoarse, but it resounded like a bell in the subspace. Every word was wrapped in endless resentment, jumping out from his cracked lips, as if it was a curse that was eager to be fulfilled. At this moment, he repeatedly thought of Ultraman Tiga's tall and majestic figure and the determined and confident faces of the Victory Team members. These images were like sharp blades, deeply hurting his heart, but also further arousing the evil thoughts in his heart.

"I will destroy the peace they are protecting with my own hands." Huang Hongsheng raised his head slightly, the muscles on his face twisted and deformed due to excessive anger, showing an almost crazy look. He stretched out a hand, five fingers spread out like eagle claws, and grabbed fiercely into the void, as if to tear the beautiful future that symbolizes peace into pieces. In his eyes, the peace and prosperity of the earth is the biggest provocation to him, and it is an obstacle that he must overcome on his road to revenge.

His voice echoed in the subspace, wave after wave, lingering for a long time, as if it was a curse from hell. The curse was full of enthusiasm for destruction, desire for revenge, and scorn for all beautiful things. Every echo was like the whisper of a demon, shuttling and lingering in this dark space, looking for the next soul to be eroded. And Huang Hongsheng, already immersed in this crazy obsession, unable to extricate himself, he has become an apostle of darkness, determined to bring disaster and destruction to the earth, turning that blue planet into a purgatory of pain and despair.

At this time, in the Victory Team base on Earth, Lin Feng was lying on the bed in the lounge, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He recalled every detail of the battle and thought about how to better deal with the possible crises in the future. He knew that the threat from Huang Hongsheng and the Yabo people still existed, and they would not give up. The next battle might be more difficult. But he was not afraid, because behind him were countless lives that needed to be protected and a hopeful Earth. As long as there was light in his heart, he had the courage to face all the darkness.

Meanwhile, Captain Yang Xue sat alone in her office. The light in front of her illuminated the documents in her hands, but it could not illuminate the worries in her heart. She knew the danger of Huang Hongsheng. This former Earthling was now colluding with evil alien forces in an attempt to subvert the Earth. She had to find a way to find out his accomplices on Earth and cut off their connection with the Earth in order to fundamentally ensure the safety of the Earth.

Days passed by, and the earth gradually regained its former vitality under the protection of the Victory Team. The ruins of the city were cleared, and new buildings sprang up like mushrooms after rain. Children played and laughed in the park, and the elderly sat on benches to bask in the sun. Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious. But the members of the Victory Team did not dare to slack off. They strengthened patrols and training, always ready to meet new challenges.