Iron Altman passing by Marvel

The Kingdom of Light was destroyed

The young man's eyes were slightly stunned, as if he heard something extremely private.

But he wouldn't make the humble mistake of being distracted in battle.

Taking advantage of the Baltan alien's distraction, Specium's light blades staggered and slashed at the opponent's hard belly armor, sparks flying for a moment.

"Damn Ultra Warrior, you have to pay the price for your recklessness"

He was caught off guard and was bullied forward. By the time the Baltans noticed something was wrong, the chitinous carapace on his abdomen already had two deep wounds visible to the bone.

The muscles at the wound were completely necrotic under the high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees, and the special restraint of Specium material on the cosmic people hindered the healing of the Baltan people's wounds to the greatest extent.

Almost subconsciously, he used teleportation to move away from the young man. When he came to his senses, the Baltan star looked at him with fear.

At this point, it is destined that only one party can leave here alive.

Otherwise, even if he manages to escape today and his identity is exposed, he will be pursued by the Ultra Warriors and the Supreme Mage next.

Realizing that the opponent seemed to lack the means of long-range attacks, the Baltans had an idea and immediately created more than ten clones through the clone technique.

The main body was mixed in, constantly using red freezing light and white destructive light bombs, alternately consuming the young people trapped inside.

After all, the sourceless water was unable to maintain itself, and it kept splitting the light directed at it. Seeing that the light of the Specium Light Blade on the young man's arms became weaker and weaker, it finally flickered and disappeared as if it was lacking energy.

"Jie Jie Jie, the Kingdom of Light has been destroyed. Now that we have lost the Specium Light Blade, it seems that the last Ultra Warrior will die at the hands of the great Lord Baltan."

As if they had seen the opportunity for victory, the people of Baltan's hoarse and embarrassing laughter sounded again.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that villains die from talking too much?”

He sighed helplessly. Faced with Human Cicada's provocative remarks, the other party seemed to have given up resistance and instead withdrew the light blade generator on the metal arm guard.

"Is it possible for you to make a comeback?"

Although he felt that he had a chance to win, he still felt something was not good. The human cicada, which looked like a lobster, was secretly preparing to transfer his body.

Ignoring the Baltan star's doubts, the young man just raised his arms, and suddenly three arc-shaped gaps appeared and popped out of the arm armor.

A steady stream of light overflowed from his body, and six arc-shaped light blades gradually condensed and took shape.

"Eight points of light."

With a low cry, the eight-point light wheel, which belonged to the first-generation Ultraman, detached from it and shot towards the cicada-shaped creature like an arm.

The moment the halo lit up, he realized that something was wrong. The Baltan star suddenly screamed strangely and quickly commanded the clone to escape in all directions.

However, the short-distance space jump was caught up within a moment, and the clone used to delay time could not even block the eight-minute light wheel for one second.

But in the blink of an eye, the Baltan star's true form was already cornered.

"No, wait"

Seeing that they were about to be overtaken by the light wheel, the Baltans suddenly panicked.

Unfortunately, before the words of begging for mercy could be spoken, an arc of light had already penetrated his neck. A moment later, the stiff body of the human cicada exploded and turned into dust.

"Sorry, my hands are shaking."

After witnessing with his own eyes the remains of the Baltan people, burned to death by the high temperature of Spaceium's matter, the young man just said to himself calmly.

Return to a high-end villa on the North Shore of Long Island.

As soon as he entered the door, the old housekeeper came up to him and took over his somewhat damaged coat.

"Alfred, as I said, you don't have to wait at the door every time."

He persuaded in a warm voice, and a rare smile appeared on the young man's stern face.

The young man still has enough respect for the old housekeeper in front of him who has done his best for three generations of his family and has accompanied him throughout his youth.

"The master told me before going out to take care of Master Bruce's daily life."

Alfred also had a smile on his wrinkled face, looking lovingly at the young master whom he had watched grow up.

"Why, he made an appointment with the cover girl of which magazine again tonight to discuss academic issues?"

He raised his eyebrows, took off the two gauntlets on his left and held them in his hands, and the young man named Bruce joked as he walked.

"The master hosted a banquet for General Ross of the military tonight. Master, you should know that since Stark Industries closed the weapons research and development department, the master has been working hard on that order."

The old housekeeper responded respectfully.

"Well, with the two drawings I provided him, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Without paying too much attention to this matter, Bruce quickly mentioned another topic that he cared about.

"Alfred, has the vibranium I asked you to pay attention to previously yielded any results?"

"I'm sorry for not being able to fulfill your instructions, Master Bruce. Although I have placed a reward on the black market for you, I have not received any information about the metal in your mouth that cannot conduct energy and is extremely difficult to destroy."

Unable to complete his young master's commission, Alfred leaned down and replied with a slight shame.

"As expected, in fact, even the shield used by Captain America was only mixed with a piece the size of a fingernail. You don't need to feel guilty about this."

After patting the old butler on the shoulder, Bruce turned and walked towards the basement.

"My experiment is coming to an end. If my father comes to see me for anything later, let him contact me directly through the contact device at the basement entrance."

After that, he opened the basement door and Bruce walked straight into the elevator on the far left.

Various information beams swept across his body, irises, fingerprints, voiceprints

After the confirmation, Bruce was sent to the laboratory on the sixth underground floor with a slight feeling of weightlessness.

"System, close the passage from the fourth to the sixth underground floors, temporarily lock my father's authority, lift the restrictions on the weapon system, and activate the emergency plan directly in case of an intruder."

Sensing Bruce's entry, the laboratory's power supply automatically turned on. The young man walked to the console with familiarity, entered the last few sets of data, and pressed the confirmation button.

"The data calculation is correct. Is the body codename "Ultraman" officially activated? "

"activation."

Under the slightly excited eyes of the young man, a mecha about two meters high was slowly assembled in the cabin.

The silver and red metal paint exudes the smell of iron and blood, like a sleeping ferocious beast that is awe-inspiring.

At the same time, a metal rod with one end transparent, a blue light spot appearing and disappearing, and a "V" pattern traced all over the body rose from the center of the console.

Beta Wand, a device that summons and activates the machine "Ultraman".

Suppressing the surging excitement in his heart, just when Bruce was about to reach out and hold the transformer, a voice suddenly came out from behind him.

"Bruce, have you finally made a choice?"