Ultraman: I'm Just a Scientist

"Three minutes is enough for what?"

A senior executive couldn't help but complain.

Duanmu Ci had long been used to this level of questioning.

"Let's not talk about what three minutes is enough for. According to the information exchanged after Natsukawa Haruki came over last time, Ultraman's activity time in other universes is only three minutes."

"That means we have to wait three minutes, which is actually long enough."

Everyone around was also stunned.

Shizama Mitsukuni asked curiously: "But, since you know that it takes time to prepare this kind of attack method, why don't you prepare it first? Then you can use it directly when you want to use it, right?"

Duanmuci shook his head: "The battlefield is ever-changing, how can it be calculated by humans? Not only is it a device that converts dimensional energy, I also asked Akira to prepare things that can be used in many specific situations, and use the corresponding things when needed. "

Everyone around couldn't help but nod when they heard this.

Worthy of being the captain of the elite victory team.

In fact, in terms of level, the level of the captain of the Elite Victory Team is almost the lowest level among the senior leaders.

But no one at the top really regarded him as a subordinate.

Mainly because the person sitting in this position is Duanmu Ci, whose personal magnanimity overshadows the humble position.

There are even many people who ignore that Duanmu Ci's current operations are supported by many of Saita Riko.

Of course, even when everyone is sober, they will think that he and Saita Riko are really a good match. It has nothing to do with status, it is just a simple feeling of being a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Three minutes is neither long nor short.

The new generation of Ultraman rarely has the embarrassment of the three-minute combat time limit, but three minutes is still the time for a battle.

Moreover, these three minutes are extremely long for the people on the court.

It would have been very difficult for them to deal with a Hell Derby. They couldn't even deal with a Hell Derby just now. Without Duanmu's accurate artillery support, they would still be being played.

Now it's become five times more fun.

The opponent flies like a series of black shadows, extremely fast and hard to guard against, and you don't even know where to hide.

The senior officials who originally thought that nothing could be done in three minutes looked at Ultraman being beaten in various ways, and suddenly felt that three minutes seemed to be too long.

"Captain Duanmu, can you help these Ultramen first? Three minutes is really too long!"

Duanmu Ci shook his head and pointed at the huge space-time channel on the big screen.

"Just after one monster was eliminated, a lot of monsters spewed out from this place. The other party is teasing us. The purpose is most likely to use a mysterious sense of oppression to make humans despair, so that in despair perish."

Both the source of death and the evil god Gatanjie are very good at creating an atmosphere of despair.

Moreover, this kind of operation, like a cat playing with a mouse, would be too redundant if it were not to slowly create an atmosphere of despair.

What everyone easily overlooks is that neither the destruction of humanity nor the destruction of Ultraman is the purpose of these people.

Their immediate purpose is to destroy the construction of this semi-permanent space-time channel and prevent other universes from interfering with this universe.

At the same time, the purpose of doing this is for an ultimate goal, which is the eternal core that can easily change the reality of the universe.

Since it is possible to reach the mysterious level, there is naturally a corresponding difficulty in obtaining it.

Naturally, they have to give themselves some backup energy in case of emergencies.

Human despair is their backup energy source.

If Duanmuci intervenes at this time, and the two Ultraman plus the Techtronic Robot Mora try to kill these five, there will definitely be more than ten or twenty more, and they will only be worse off by then.

While Teliga and the others were being tortured with all kinds of blood, Carmilla was standing on the top of a tall building, watching the battlefield from a distance.

Carmilla didn't find anything strange about Teliga's colorful paint. He undoubtedly released the aura of dark power, but it was just painted in color.

It's just that this operation also proves what Manaka Kengo said before, that this is his attitude towards light and darkness. Even if he is in darkness, he is eager to get back to the light.

"Is this your choice?"

"Is it really your choice to be so weak?"

As a dark giant, Carmilla knew very well that Teliga's power had not been exerted even one-tenth.

Now that the surrounding world is shrouded in darkness, Carmilla, as a dark giant, feels that her power has increased exponentially.

The power increase of Teliga, who is also a dark giant, will definitely not be less, and since he is closer to the center of darkness, the power increase should be higher.

But in actual performance, it is very crotch-stretching.

The main reason is actually that Teliga has a heart for light and refuses to accept darkness. His bright heart collides with the power of darkness, and the final result is that his strength becomes too much weaker.

So, does he still want to stick to his own path of light even if he dies here?

"What is at the end of darkness?"

Carmilla murmured in her mouth.

Every time she saw Teliga being attacked, her heart felt as painful as being pricked by needles.

She knew she was sick, and the disease was called love.

She even forgot why she came to this place to stand and watch the battle.

At first, she wanted Triga to bear the reality and then give up and return to darkness.

But now, she no longer thinks so.

Because she is an ultimate love-brain.

Triga's tenacious appearance really touched her.

She is also stubborn, so when she saw Triga's stubborn appearance from an outsider's perspective, she couldn't help but put herself in his shoes.

"Turn back to light, Triga!"

Carmilla's eyes gradually became firm.

"Darkness has never been your path!"

She may have known it for a long time, but she just didn't want to think about it.

Thirty million years ago, Dark Triga was a taciturn warrior. Unlike the three of them who were chatterboxes, Dark Triga basically didn't speak.

Silence, depression, or something else.

At that time, Carmilla and the others had already arrived in front of the Eternal Core, and they were only one step away from obtaining the power of the Eternal Core.

But at that time, she chose to let Dark Triga touch the Eternal Core first.

This operation looks like favoritism, but in fact, isn't it a kind of "spending a lot of money to win a beautiful woman's smile".

She just wanted to make Triga happy.

Now she also understood that the root of Triga's unhappiness was that he was in darkness.

Only by walking in the light could Triga be truly happy.

So.

"Turn back to light and become a hero!"

Carmilla's eyes were already filled with tears unconsciously, and then they fell down in big drops.

Drops of tears fell on the ground and turned into light and drifted away. Then the dark power in Carmilla's body also dissipated and gradually turned into light.