Ultraman: I'm Just a Scientist

Keep standing up and kneeling down again.

Hitler suddenly thought of a way.

"As long as I walk on my knees, what else can you do to me?"

As he spoke, Hitler continued to move forward on his knees. Later, he felt that this speed was not fast enough, and even began to use all his limbs to crawl forward.

And Univers, just watching him rush up, pressed another button when he wanted to give himself a move, and then Hitler did a backflip and knelt down uncontrollably.

In another universe, the father of Ultra and the Red Flyt also did a backflip and knelt on the ground.

Hitler looked at Univos in astonishment: "Why are there other actions?"

Uniworth nodded: "Of course, how can ordinary kneeling be enough to express apology?"

"There are many strange kneeling postures recorded here. If you are happy, you can perform 365 kneeling postures, one for each day, and there will be no duplicates throughout the year."

"Aren't you ashamed of using this way of fighting?"

Uniworth spread his hands: "You asked me to fight like a scientist, and now you can't stand it anymore."

"You are really difficult to take care of. In the beginning, you have to compete with your flying speed and play in aerial combat. Then I will play with you. I will use my Mach 15 flying speed to accompany you in aerial combat."

"Then you became unhappy and insisted on saying that I don't follow martial ethics and wanted me to fight you in a scientist's way. I did, but you couldn't accept it anymore and felt that you were seriously humiliated."

"How do you want to fight?"

Hitler: "I want you to fight like a warrior!"

When Yunivos heard this, he suddenly backed up!

"Are you serious?"

Hitler: "I'm serious!"

Uniworth: "Then you'd better kneel."

Hitler: "!!?"

Director, someone here is not following the script!

Seeing Hitler's indignant look, Univers understood immediately.

"You think kneeling like this is too boring!"

"I just realized that you dark giants don't seem to have a three-minute setting. It would be boring to kneel like this."

In fact, Ultraman has a three-minute setting mainly because the earth has only one sun, and the distance is too far. Ultraman's energy is consumed too quickly and cannot be replenished at all.

The energy of these dark Ultraman itself has nothing to do with the sun, so naturally there is no time limit.

"In that case, just run."

As he spoke, Univos threw a ball of light and turned it into an Ultra Treadmill. At the same time, he pressed the remote control and gave Hitler a backflip to kneel on the Ultra Treadmill.

Just adjust it casually and it will take a hundred hours. After all, Univers is not a devil.

At the same time, Dagu also encountered enemies.

He was taken outside by a strong man, and then the strong man turned into a huge red giant.

It looks very rough.

"Come on, my-friend!"

Then, the red giant Durham saw Tiga transform and also turned into a red form.

However, there seems to be something wrong with this red form.

"My-friend, what's going on with you?"

It turns out that Da Gu told Duanmu Ci last time that he wanted to improve his strength.

Duanmuci had some ideas at that time.

Later, after testing, it was found that Diga also had a lot of fire power in his body.

So Duanmuci modified a set of soft armor for Diga.

Now Tiga's red form has some blue lines.

This is mainly a brand label of Univos.

At least everyone should know that this is made by a blue Ultraman.

So Tiga looks very different now.

Seeing that Diga didn't want to answer his question, Dallam laughed and immediately put the matter behind him.

"It's useless to talk anymore, so come on!"

While talking, Dallam strode forward and was about to wrestle with Diga.

Diga did not tolerate him. He put his hands on Dallam's shoulders and immediately stopped his forward movement. Then he turned around and squatted low. The strength of his whole body burst out and threw Dallam over his shoulder. A giant like Mu fell to the front.

"Puff!!!"

There was a loud muffled sound when he landed, and the whole ground shook for a while. Durham also felt that his internal organs were churning, and he almost couldn't breathe.

Why is Tiga so powerful?

Durham couldn't understand. No matter how powerful Tiga's power was, it was absorbed by him. How could it be so outrageous?

However, in fact, Tiga was not feeling well either.

When he hit Durham with all his strength just now, it really felt like Durham was as light as a foam, and he could even pull down faster, adding a little more impact to the impact of an over-the-shoulder fall.

Then Tiga dislocated his arm.

This feeling is like lifting a seemingly light package, but when you reach out, you don't feel how much force you used, and then your hand dislocates.

The increase in strength was so great that he hurt himself.

While Durham was still confused, Diga took the initiative to straighten his bones.

But power is difficult to control.

By the time the bone setting was over, Diga's entire right arm was so painful that he lost his intuition.

But forget it, he is still quite flexible in movement, and the severe pain constantly stimulates his own nerves.

Durham struggled to get up. This time he was no longer arrogant, but looked at this Tiga who was not Tiga seriously, treating him as an unprecedented enemy.

Tiga looked at Darram like this, but he didn't dare to change back to the composite type, because he knew that the composite type would be suppressed by Darram in terms of strength, so he could only maintain the current state.

He was forced to continue to enjoy the feeling of being as light as a swallow and as crispy as a biscuit.

Darram was not scared by the shoulder throw just now, and he still rushed up like a wild bull.

But Tiga pressed his head with one hand and couldn't move.

Then Tiga clenched his fist and punched Darram in the face.

Knowing Tiga's strength, Darram, even a veteran warrior, couldn't help but shrink his neck and was a little nervous.

However, the imagined pain did not come, and Tiga's fist stopped beside his face.

"You."

Darram looked at Tiga: "Tiga, we are fighting!"

With a roar, Darram pushed Tiga away for dozens of meters.

"I know you are strong, but don't hold back on me! This is an insult to a warrior!"

Tiga: "..."

He didn't want to hold back either, and he didn't even know why he had any reason to hold back.

But just when he was about to hit Darram, Tiga suddenly woke up.

With his current strength, if he punched Darram, wouldn’t his fist be broken?

Then he couldn’t fight next!

“I didn’t think of holding back!”

Tiga said honestly: “I just had too much strength.”

Darram’s breathing stagnated. Too much strength? He didn’t fight because of too much strength?

“Tiga, why are you so weak! You made me weak too, bastard!”

After saying that, Darram turned around angrily and flew into the sky. Soon there was no shadow, leaving only Tiga on the ground in the wind.

“What the hell.”

On the other side.

Camilla looked at Black Tiga who was still breaking the stone on his chest.

“Waste.”

Black Tiga: “...”

You three can’t break a piece of glass, and you still call me waste?

If he hadn’t been hit so hard that he couldn’t speak, he would have let this woman know who is the waste.

Of course, he let her know who is the waste by talking, not by fighting.

There are more people on the other side if he fights.