Rebirth of Shadow Ultraman

Diga just nodded and still did not answer. Dawu made many twists and turns along the way, skillfully avoiding the locations of various plant monsters.

Compared to plant-shaped monsters that are rooted underground and rarely move freely, they prioritize clearing monsters that have mutated into more mobile beasts. Shortage of manpower is not only a flaw of giants, but also of humans.

In this long battle for survival, the total number of people decreases every day, never really increasing. The apocalyptic environment has caused many people to give up the idea of ​​having children, and the population that dies in each disaster cannot be replenished.

They simply don't have enough warriors to wipe out all the mutated monsters. What's more, even if humans can survive, where will everything they need for daily life come from?

Should we eat contaminated plants and animals? Or use food synthesized by technology to barely satisfy your hunger?

In the mist in front of them, the outlines of several buildings with a height of more than ten meters were vaguely visible. As the two people approached, much shorter buildings also appeared in sight.

Although they clearly possess extremely advanced technology, their buildings have an ancient feel to them. The stone columns and palaces never exceed twenty meters in height. It looks more like a Baroque style building.

It can be seen that when this city was founded, there was no intention to stay here for a long time, and it did not spend a lot of manpower and material resources to pursue the technological content of the building.

This city is ready to be abandoned at any time, and there are very few civilians stationed there. The vast majority are well-trained warriors and scientists conducting special research.

Dawu took Tiga through the third floor of the release line, and then truly entered the city. The stone-paved streets were deserted, and occasionally a few passers-by could be seen in a hurry.

They all shoulder their own tasks. Only a few civilians who have been rescued from the monsters or poor people who cannot maintain their lives will live here and receive regular distribution of living materials.

They have no spiritual entertainment, no shopping and shopping, no festivals, no study and no fixed jobs. He could only take on some odd jobs in the laboratory and the army to barely make his life less boring.

Everything in the past is repeated every day, as if the moment I woke up in bed, what greeted me was not a brand new day, but a throwback to the previous morning.

Diga couldn't see any smiles on everyone's faces, some were just numb, worried and tired, like walking zombies.

Dawu was busy studying his investigation results. He said goodbye to Diga and ran towards the tallest building in the center. Tiga wandered aimlessly in the city, looking out of place with the people around him.

The traces of the monster attack have not yet been cleared away, and the collapsed buildings and large holes in the ground are being cleaned up and repaired in an orderly manner.

Looking over his side, Diga paused in his steps. He saw a crooked painting in this simple, almost inhabited city.

The painting was painted on the wall and looked like it was painted with some kind of white powder. Although the body lines are a bit strange, from the iconic head shape and breastplate, you can still accurately identify who the painting is.

It's Tiga.

"Brother, please don't erase my painting." A timid child's voice sounded. In the corner of the building, a little girl showed half of her body from behind the wall and begged cautiously.

"I won't erase it." Diga said softly, looking at himself in a trance under the poor painting skills.

"Is this Tiga?" He squatted down and looked into the little girl's eyes at the same height. It was a pair of eyes that were somewhat similar to Dawu's, but different from others in the city.

What is similar is not the appearance of the eyes, but the hope and longing for the future deep in the eyes. There is a feeling of being truly alive compared to others who are lifeless.

"Yes, Ultraman Tiga will always protect us when monsters appear. With Tiga here, there is no need to be afraid of monsters." Sensing Tiga's emotions, the timidity in the little girl's expression dissipated slightly.

"What about this one?" Diga pointed to the irregular circle drawn on his portrait.

"Yes, it's the sun. Mom said the sun is very warm. As Sunshine said it, she also saw that her painting was a bit abstract, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

She raised her hands, and Diga saw that her palms were filled with white ash. The little girl took two steps forward and used the white dust on her fingers to fill in the sun-bathed grass and non-catchable trees in the painting.

The child's wish is so simple that adults can't believe it. She just wants to see the normal sun, lawn and big trees, and wants to hide here and there without being chased by monsters.

"Yes, you will definitely be able to see the real sunshine." Diga reached out and touched her head, then raised his palm and crossed the girl's hands like magic.

The white ash on her hands and clothes disappeared with the movement of Diga's palm, and then Diga's right hand gently pressed on the wall.

There is an extra little girl lying on the lawn in the painting, which perfectly blends into the original picture without being out of place.

The little girl hesitated and thought for a moment, but still chose to believe this gentle elder brother, and nodded vigorously: "Then let's pull the hook."

Diga nodded and stretched out the little finger of his right hand, hooking it with the girl. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly stood up with a serious face, and the words on his lips turned into a warning: "Get out of here quickly, the monster is coming.".

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground shook violently. A behemoth of tens of thousands of tons burst out of the ground, letting out a roar that echoed across the sky.

It was a Gorzan, but unlike the Gorzans that were consumed at will on the battlefield, there were red lines on its chest that spread to other parts of the body like blood vessels.

Not only the appearance changes, but the energy aura also far exceeds the level of ordinary Gorzan.

As soon as Diga took out the spark prism, a red beam of light rose first on the street. Achilles, who was not good at protracted battles, was still recovering at this time. The warrior who appeared in the city was naturally Herao, who won with strength and physical fitness.

Like Diga, he noticed something strange about the Gorzan in front of him, but he still strode forward and bumped into it sideways.

When there is only one enemy, of course you must try your best to avoid damage to the city. But the result was beyond his expectation. As the one who took the initiative in the collision, Helau took seven or eight steps back before blocking the force of the recoil.

But compared to other reactions, Golzan, who was hit hard, only took two steps back to stabilize his body.