Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the depths of the distant universe, countless mysterious and brilliant lights shine. Among the endless stars, the earth is like a blue gem, exuding the vitality and hope of life. However, this beautiful planet is not always peaceful, and it often faces threats from the dark forces of the universe.

In a thrilling battle, I, Ultraman Tiga, fought a life-and-death battle with the evil monster Gibran.

It was a dark day, the sky was squeezed by heavy dark clouds, and it was almost impossible to breathe. The wind was howling, like the roar of a demon, tearing the earth madly. Gibran's huge and twisted body suddenly appeared in the center of the city. Every time it moved, the ground shook, and the buildings collapsed under its feet like fragile building blocks.

Kibran's hideous face was chilling, and his blue single eye was emitting endless anger and madness, as if he wanted to burn the whole world to ashes. He opened his bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar, the sound waves impacted everything around him, the glass shattered, and people covered their ears and screamed in pain.

It swung its strong and powerful arms, and every blow carried the power to destroy everything. Its claws were extremely sharp, leaving deep grooves wherever it passed. Its tail was like a violent python, lashing wantonly, leaving a mess wherever it went.

However, in the face of such violent attacks by Kibran, my determination to protect the Earth has never wavered. My heart is filled with firm beliefs, which are the persistence of justice, the respect for life, and the deep love for our home planet. I know that behind me are countless innocent lives and a beautiful home, and I must not retreat.

I mobilized every bit of strength in my body, and light shone on my body. I bravely moved forward to face Kibran's attack, engaging in a fierce close combat with him. Every collision burst out with dazzling light and huge energy fluctuations. I flexibly dodged his attacks and found the right time to give him a powerful counterattack.

But Kibran was no ordinary creature, its strength was beyond imagination. In the battle, I was defeated by it many times, and I also had many scars on my body. But the pain did not make me succumb, instead it inspired me to fight even harder.

I gritted my teeth and charged forward again. My punches and kicks were as fast and powerful as meteors, and every strike was filled with determination to win. In the fierce battle, I gradually gained the upper hand.

Finally, under the shining light, I gathered all my strength and delivered a fatal blow. The powerful energy beam hit Kibran's vital point directly. Its huge body began to tremble, and the madness in its eyes was gradually replaced by despair. With a loud bang, Kibran fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

This fierce battle seems to be still vivid in my mind. Kibran's ferocious face and violent attacks have become a permanent memory in my heart. But it is this memory that has made me more determined to protect the earth. Because of my perseverance and struggle, the earth has ushered in a brief but precious peace.

Time flies, and the years pass by like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, time has come to this year's Zhongyuan Festival. Zhongyuan Festival, a festival with profound cultural connotations in ancient legends, should be a traditional time for people to pay tribute to their ancestors with awe and remembrance.

The streets should have been filled with the smell of incense, candles and paper money, with people silently praying for their ancestors, expressing endless grief and remembrance. However, this night was destined to be extraordinary.

Night fell early, and the gentle moonlight was covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, with only a few faint and hazy rays of light. The air was filled with a depressing and dull atmosphere, as if an invisible force was quietly surging.

The streets that used to be bustling were now deserted and so quiet that it made people feel uneasy. Occasionally, a cool breeze blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound, as if it was the whisper of unknown fear.

The street lanterns swayed in the wind, flickering, and the faint light seemed to be swallowed by the darkness at any time. The whole city seemed to be shrouded in an eerie silence, which made people shudder.

This night is destined to break the previous tranquility. An unknown storm is about to sweep in, and no one can predict what kind of thrilling event will be waiting for people.

It was late at night, and everything was silent. A cold moon hung high in the sky, like a lonely silver plate, casting a cold light. The moonlight was like water, but with a hint of chill, casting a hazy and mysterious veil over the earth.

In a very quiet cemetery, the surrounding trees stood quietly like silent guards. Their branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a slight rustling sound, as if whispering an ancient and mysterious story. The tombstones were arranged in an orderly manner under the moonlight. Some of them had been eroded by the years, looking mottled and worn, exuding a vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, the cemetery was filled with a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, as if a pair of invisible hands tightly grasped every inch of space, making it difficult for people to breathe. This breath was cold and heavy, as if it could penetrate people's bones and reach the depths of their souls.

In this creepy atmosphere, the evil Huang Hongsheng and Yabo people quietly appeared here. Their figures looked particularly strange in the moonlight, like demons crawling out of the dark abyss.

Huang Hongsheng, a once brilliant scientist, was corrupted by the dark forces because of his excessive desire for power and wealth. His face was twisted and hideous, and his once clear eyes were now shining with greed and evil. That light was full of desire for the world and the impulse to destroy it, as if it wanted to devour all the beautiful things.

The Yabo, an evil force from a distant universe, is shrouded in a layer of black mist, making it difficult to see his true face. He is tall and majestic, but exudes a chilling aura. His red eyes are like burning flames, full of hatred for the earth and a determination to destroy it.

The low and hoarse voice of the Yabo people rang out in the silent cemetery: "Huang Hongsheng, tonight is the beginning of our ambition." Huang Hongsheng nodded and said flatteringly: "Yes, sir. With your support, we will definitely succeed."

Their conversation echoed in the cemetery, breaking the original tranquility and adding a bit of horror. Under the moonlight, their figures became increasingly blurred, as if they had merged into the darkness, leaving only the frightening atmosphere lingering in the cemetery.

This cemetery, which was supposed to be a resting place, has now become the birthplace of an evil conspiracy. The fate of the earth is now at stake.

Huang Hongsheng held tightly in both hands a mysterious instrument with a strange shape and a dark luster. The surface of the instrument was covered with intricate patterns, inlaid with several strange gems, which were colorful but exuded an unsettling aura and emitted a strange light.

Huang Hongsheng's twisted face showed a crazy look, and his fingers trembled as he pressed a button on the instrument. As he turned on the instrument, a suffocating energy wave instantly spread out in all directions like a surging tide, with the instrument as the center. Wherever this energy wave went, the air seemed to be distorted, making a "sizzling" sound.

Instantly, the entire cemetery was enveloped by this powerful energy. The countless bodies sleeping underground seemed to be summoned by some irresistible evil. The originally quiet land began to tremble slightly, making a dull "rumbling" sound. Then, the bodies began to move slowly.

Their arms were the first to break out of the ground, their stiff fingers gripping the ground tightly, struggling hard. Then, their heads and bodies emerged from the ground one by one. The faces of these corpses had long been decayed, their skin was shriveled, and showed a strange blue-gray color. There was no trace of life in their empty eyes, but they were full of confusion and resentment.

As if they were questioning why they were awakened from their rest, and as if they were filled with endless hatred for the world, their movements were slow and stiff, but with an unstoppable force, they crawled out of the graves step by step, like a group of messengers from hell, dragging everything in the world into the abyss of darkness.

The cemetery was filled with a foul smell, which intertwined with the strange light and terrifying energy fluctuations, forming a terrible scene like the end of the world.

The next day, when the dawn light had just struggled to penetrate the thick clouds and stretched out carefully to the earth like a tentacle of hope, the streets of the city were ruthlessly shrouded in a creepy and terrifying scene.

The corpses summoned by the evil force poured unstoppably into the streets like a black tide bursting through a dam. Their movements were stiff and twisted, yet they carried an unstoppable madness. Every step seemed to trample on life, and every low roar seemed to curse the world.

They waved their arms wildly, destroying everything in front of them without hesitation. Under their brute force, solid buildings collapsed like fragile houses of cards. Huge rocks and broken glass fell from the sky and hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Under their rampage, vehicles instantly caught fire, and thick black smoke billowed up, covering the sky.

The people's peaceful lives were completely disrupted by this sudden disaster. They stared with horror, their faces filled with despair and helplessness. In panic, people fled in all directions, their footsteps, shouts, and cries intertwined to form a symphony of despair. Some were buried by collapsed buildings, some were blocked by burning vehicles, and some were pushed down and trampled in the crowded crowd.

Children hugged their parents tightly, trembling; the elderly staggered, lost in the chaos; the young ran desperately, but found that there was nowhere to escape. Screams came one after another, like sharp daggers, piercing everyone's heart. The cries echoed in the air, which was an accusation of fate and a vent of fear of the unknown.

The entire city fell into extreme chaos and panic. The once prosperous streets were now in ruins, and the beautiful homes were instantly reduced to hell on earth. Order was gone, and morality and ethics seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the instinct of survival. The hope in people's hearts was like a candle in the wind, swaying in this endless darkness.

The Yabo people and Huang Hongsheng stood on the top of a tall building in the distance, overlooking the tragic scene. When they saw the people's fear and despair, they instantly showed evil smiles on their faces. The Yabo people laughed triumphantly: "Haha, the earth will soon become ours!" Huang Hongsheng also echoed: "That's right, let these stupid humans have a taste of our power!"

Captain Yang Xue, as the core leader of the Victory Team, has always been bravely guarding the peace of the earth. When she saw this scene on the street, she couldn't help but feel panic in her heart. However, she quickly adjusted her emotions because she knew that at this critical moment, she could not retreat.

"All members, get ready to go!" Captain Yang Xue shouted. The members of the Victory Team quickly assembled, and they drove advanced fighter planes and tanks and rushed to the streets.

"Fire!" Captain Yang Xue gave the order, and the team members pulled the trigger one after another, and bullets rained down on the crazy corpses. However, shockingly, the bullets hit the corpses, but it was like hitting steel, with no effect. These corpses seemed to be protected by some powerful force, and continued to destroy the city recklessly.

Huang Hongsheng saw that the attack of the Victory Team was ineffective, and he became even more complacent. He activated the mysterious instrument again, and a powerful light shot out from the instrument, covering all the corpses. Under the effect of the light, the corpses began to merge together, gradually forming an extremely huge zombie.