Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the central area of ​​the city, a thrilling battle has torn the once prosperous streets beyond recognition, leaving only ruins. Broken walls are piled up layer by layer, and reinforced concrete pierces the sky like ferocious fangs. Broken glass shards flash coldly in the dim light, as if crying out for this sudden disaster. Gun smoke is like a thick fog, filling every inch of space. The pungent smell is choking people, and it is entangled with the dust, blurring the boundary between heaven and earth.

In this mess, Ultraman Tiga was like an immortal god of war. Although he had just received a fatal blow from a giant robot, his posture was still proud and upright. On his red and blue body, there were many cracks in the armor, and the energy indicator light was flashing wildly, as if it was a warning that his life was about to wither. Debris kept sliding down from his shoulders and back, each piece of which carried the traces of the tragic battle. The dust raised by the light radiating from his body presented a strange and tragic scene, as if countless broken hopes were struggling in despair.

At this moment, the wind howled and swept in, like an angry beast, with the momentum of destroying everything, trying to overturn the ruins completely. The wind swept over the broken walls, making a sharp whistle; blew over the ruins, rolling up the dust all over the sky; rushed towards the crowd, stirring people's hair and clothes. However, it could not blow away the heavy and almost suffocating air. It was the depressing atmosphere of the coming war and the uncertainty of life and death, which weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

At the edge of the battlefield, a group of ragged, terrified citizens hid far behind a makeshift shelter. The elderly hugged their young children tightly, their cloudy eyes full of worry and reluctance; the young parents protected their children behind them, and held their simple weapons with trembling hands, even though they knew that this was just a mantis arm to stop a chariot against the powerful enemy, they would never give up the possibility of protecting their families; the children stared at Ultraman Tiga in the center of the battlefield through the cracks in the shelter, with fear of the unknown and a fiery expectation of hope in their eyes. They knew that their fate at this moment depended on this giant of light who fell from the sky and was shining brightly. He was the last barrier to protect the city and the only dawn in the darkness.

Ultraman Tiga slightly raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding fighting spirit and a determination to never give up. Although he was seriously injured and his strength was fading, as long as the citizens in front of him still had a desire to live and as long as there was a possibility of rebuilding the city, he would use all his strength to fight the evil mechanical beast to the death, even if the price was his own life, to support a peaceful sky for the people behind him.

On the edge of the city, in the open space of an abandoned factory, the giant robot, like a steel behemoth crawling out of the dark abyss, slowly reveals its terrifying true appearance. Its birth is the result of a crazy and evil conspiracy. The mastermind behind the scenes dismantled countless new energy vehicles collected from all over the city. Those parts that originally represented environmental protection and technological progress were now roughly pieced together and twisted together to form this war machine full of destructive breath.

The giant robot exudes a chilling metallic luster, as if it were made of polar iron. In the sunlight, every steel plate and every screw flashes with a cold light, which hurts people's eyes and seems to mercilessly declare its strength and cruelty. At its joints, the blue electric current sizzles, and the jumping electric light is like the dance of the god of death, and it seems to be the beating pulse of a mechanical heart, continuously supplying energy to this huge body and driving it to perform various deadly actions.

When it moved, the whole world seemed to have fallen into a nightmare. Its huge body was so huge that it blocked out the sun and the sky, and the shadow it cast was enough to cover several blocks. With every step it took, the ground shook violently, as if it could not bear the excessive weight. The ground cracked into deep gullies that spread like spider webs. Nearby buildings were tottering under the impact of the shock wave, the walls peeled off, the glass shattered, and there were crackling sounds, playing a sad song of the end of the world.

The giant robot began to attack, waving its mechanical arm as thick as a skyscraper. The huge claw at the front of the arm was made of high-strength alloy steel, which made a whistling sound when it swung, and the air was torn apart wherever it passed. When the giant claw hit the ground, the concrete road surface was instantly smashed into powder, raising a cloud of dust; when it hit the high-rise building, the solid building structure was vulnerable and collapsed, and bricks, stones, and steel bars splashed out like raindrops. The energy beam it emitted, shot out from the core device in its chest, was orange-red, dazzling but extremely dangerous. Wherever it went, the streets cracked, the green belts were scorched, and everything turned to nothing.

The city seemed to be dragged into the end of the world in an instant. Panicked people fled in all directions, screaming and crying. Fire alarms and car collisions sounded one after another, but these sounds seemed so small in front of the roar and destruction of the giant robots. Traffic was paralyzed, vehicles collided and piled up, and blazing fires were set off; stores were razed to the ground, goods were scattered all over the ground, and precious property was now worthless; children lost their beloved toys and cried for their parents; the elderly fell to the ground and helplessly cried for help. And all of this continued ruthlessly under the ravages of the giant robots, as if there was no end in sight, and the whole city fell into endless despair.

In the devastated ruins of the city, with howling winds and filled with smoke and dust, Ultraman Tiga stood tall as a pine tree. His iconic red and blue body shone with hope against the gloomy sky, and his eyes were like bright stars, staring at the huge monster in front of him, which was made up of countless new energy vehicle parts. The giant robot blocked out the sky and the sun, exuding a cold and oppressive metallic luster. The crackling electricity in its joints seemed to be a provocation, but also a demonstration of its violent power.

There was a fierce light flashing in Ultraman Tiga's eyes. It was the determination of his heart to protect, like a lighthouse in the deep sea that never goes out. It was also the determination in the face of despair. Even if he was covered in wounds, he would still create a way out for the people behind him. In an instant, the battle exploded like a ignited gunpowder barrel, and it instantly became white-hot.

Ultraman Tiga bent his legs slightly, gathering strength, and then flew up like an arrow. He was agile in the air, punching and kicking with great force, and every swing brought a dazzling golden arc of light, like a sharp blade, smashing hard at the giant robot. The arc of light cut through the turbid air, whistling towards the target, as if to tear the evil machine in front of him apart.

The robot was not to be outdone. It raised its Optimus Prime-like mechanical arm high up and swung it with great force to resist. When Ultraman Tiga's fists and feet collided with the mechanical arm, it was like a comet hitting the earth, with sparks flying everywhere. Orange-red sparks bloomed in the darkness, illuminating the tragic battlefield. The sound of metal collision was deafening and resounded through the sky. The sound waves were like surging waves, impacting the surroundings one after another.

Ultraman Tiga twisted and turned in the air, his figure light and agile, like a nimble swallow. With his rich combat experience and keen insight into the enemy, he tried to find flaws in the robot's every move. However, this giant robot seemed to be carefully adjusted by evil forces, and its defense was impeccable. Every time Ultraman Tiga attacked, the robot counterattacked more quickly and fiercely. It either fired a powerful energy beam, forcing Ultraman Tiga to dodge sideways; or swung its mechanical arm to sweep across, forcing Ultraman Tiga to retreat hastily.

But Ultraman Tiga did not retreat at all. His eyes became more determined, and he thought to himself: Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I will fight for this city and these people! In the howling wind and flying smoke and dust, he adjusted his state again, ready to face a new round of more difficult challenges. That shining figure became the only hope in the hearts of the people in this ruin.

After several rounds, Ultraman Tiga's movements gradually slowed down, and the timer on his chest flickered rapidly, like a countdown of life, swaying in the wind. Every flicker seemed to announce to the world that his power was fading. But he did not give up, his feet firmly rooted in the ground, his hands gathered energy in front of his chest, and the light became more and more dazzling. He wanted to use up his last bit of strength to protect this city and the people behind him.

"Zaipelio Ray!" Ultraman Tiga roared, and a brilliant blue-white light burst out from his palm, like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, rushing straight towards the robot. Wherever the light went, the air was burned and crackling, and the space seemed to be torn apart. Under this powerful force, the giant robot exploded with a bang, and the fragments flew everywhere, turning into a metal rain, crackling and falling to the ground. The light dissipated, and Ultraman Tiga's figure gradually blurred. He shook slightly in the air, quietly changed back to his human form Lin Feng, and slowly floated down to the base of the Victory Team.

At the same time, in the unreachable and mysterious depths of the universe, there is a subspace that has been completely eroded by the power of darkness. It is like a corner abandoned by the universe. The darkness is like thick ink that cannot be dissolved. It spreads endlessly and devours all possibilities of light and hope. There are no stars shining to illuminate the way ahead, no warm light to caress this desolate place, and silence and coldness are its only background colors.

Huang Hongsheng was dressed in a black robe, his figure hidden in the darkness, only his iron-green face looked particularly ferocious under the occasional strange light. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and trembled slightly with anger, and every tremor seemed to vent the endless regret and unwillingness in his heart. The Yabo people beside him were like evil monsters crawling out of the abyss of nightmares, emitting a creepy purple-black light all over their bodies. The light was like a smart snake, twisting and circling, constantly changing its shape. Its twisted figure was looming in the thick darkness, and from time to time, it would extend its sharp tentacles or claws that flashed with cold light, as if it would tear through the space and pounce on unknown prey in the next second.

They stood quietly together in this dark and silent place, their eyes fixed on the direction of the distant Earth through a screen made of mysterious energy. On the screen, light and shadow flickered, reflecting the thrilling battle that had just ended on Earth: Ultraman Tiga turned the tide in the ruins of the city, and the Zaperion Ray he sent out with all his strength blew the giant robot to pieces; the people survived the disaster and cheered, and the members of the winning team hugged each other to celebrate the hard-won victory.

In the subspace deep in the universe that seemed like an endless abyss, darkness was like a materialized viscous liquid, enveloping everything and oppressing people to the point of suffocation. Huang Hongsheng stood there, his figure standing out in the chaos and darkness, his black robe rustling, just like his surging heart at the moment.

"Damn it! This plan has gone down the drain again!" Huang Hongsheng raised his head and roared. The sound was like a surging cosmic storm, as if it was going to break through the many restrictions of this subspace, shatter the surrounding dark matter, and then reverberate unimpeded in the vast and boundless dark universe. His eyes were wide open, and the anger in his eyes was burning like two balls of hellfire that would never go out. Every flame was jumping with his anger and unwillingness. That gaze seemed to have substance, crossing the endless interstellar space, and had already locked onto the Victory Team and Ultraman Tiga far away on Earth. He wished he could teleport to them immediately and tear them into pieces to relieve his hatred.

At this time, the Yabo people were emitting strange purple-black light all over their bodies, and their figures were like ghosts floating in the darkness. Hearing Huang Hongsheng's roar, he sneered eerily, and the laughter was like the cry of an owl in the cold night, which made people's backs cold: "Humph, don't lose heart, the light of hope for mankind is just a flash in the pan, next time, we will make them completely despair." The Yabo people's narrow eyes flashed with cunning and viciousness. He slightly raised a claw covered with scales and waved it gently. A virtual image of the earth appeared in front of him, with people cheering and celebrating the victory. Looking at this scene, he raised a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, and he was already thinking of a more vicious and more secretive new plan in his heart, vowing to make this blue planet fall into an irretrievable place again.

Huang Hongsheng turned around and glared at the Yabo man when he heard his words. His eyes seemed to say that he would never let him go if he failed again. Then, he looked towards the earth, gnashing his teeth, the muscles on his face twisted with anger, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Wait, I will definitely wipe them all out!" Every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, and was his firm oath of revenge.

Huang Hongsheng took great pains to prepare for this attack on the Earth. He secretly contacted various evil forces and plundered the rare resources in the universe to build giant robots. He thought he had a sure win and could destroy the Earth's defenses in one fell swoop, plundering humanity into the abyss of despair. Unexpectedly, Ultraman Tiga turned out to turn the tide and shattered his dream. Now, the seeds of hatred have taken root in his heart and are growing vigorously. He will never give up. Huang Hongsheng began to frantically think about the next action plan in his mind, which more powerful helpers to contact, what new weaknesses to find, how to avoid the edge of Ultraman Tiga... He must make the Earth pay a painful price for this victory and let the darkness completely cover the land that was once full of hope.

On Earth, in the Victory Team base, the team members sat together, the atmosphere was solemn but full of power. Captain Yang Xue stood in front, her eyes sweeping over each team member: "Although we won this battle, the enemy will not give up. Ultraman Tiga has given too much for us. As the Victory Team, we must work harder to protect the Earth, develop new technologies, and formulate a more complete strategy." The team members nodded one after another, their eyes full of determination.

Lin Feng sat in the corner, silently wiping his wounds, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. He knew that becoming Ultraman Tiga was not only a mission to fight, but also a beacon of hope for mankind. Every transformation was a life-and-death battle with the forces of darkness; every injury was the price paid for peace. He thought of the citizens who screamed in fear during the battle, and of his teammates on the Victory Team who fought side by side, and strength quietly gathered in his heart.

At the reconstruction site in the city, the sun shines on the busy people. In the ruins, new buds break through the soil, and tender green leaves sway in the wind, symbolizing vitality and hope. Children run and laugh in the simple playground. Their laughter is clear and loud, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the city, as if telling of their beautiful vision for the future. The elderly sit on benches on the street, basking in the sun. The wrinkles on their faces hide the vicissitudes of life, as well as the satisfaction of a peaceful life.