Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In a space of chaos and mist, Ultraman Tiga was like a warrior returning from the endless abyss, but he was already covered in wounds and exhausted. His body, which once shone with mysterious and brilliant light, was now ruthlessly eroded by the wounds of battle. The smooth surface was covered with cracks and scorch marks. The residual light of the energy shield was looming around his body, as if feebly telling of the tragic battle he had just experienced.

Each of his steps seemed extremely heavy, as if his legs were imprisoned by invisible shackles, and he struggled to move in this foggy void. The color timer on his chest flashed rapidly, and the dazzling red light was like the fire of life struggling to breathe in the darkness. Every flicker was accompanied by a heart-wrenching sense of urgency. Every flash was like a death knell ringing in the darkness, indicating that his remaining time and energy were rapidly passing.

The surrounding fog seemed to have life, swirling and entwining wantonly, sometimes transforming into the shape of a demon with bared fangs and claws, emitting waves of eerie low moans; sometimes condensing into a heavy curtain, trying to completely swallow Ultraman Tiga in this endless chaos. The space was filled with a pungent smell of burning and evil. It was the dark power left in the illusionary fog forest. They were like maggots on the tarsal bones, constantly eroding Ultraman Tiga's will and strength.

Ultraman Tiga raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and unyielding, but it was difficult to conceal the deep fatigue. His eyes penetrated the layers of fog, as if he was looking for an exit, and as if he was alert to unknown dangers. In the illusory foggy forest, he encountered countless traps and illusions. The enemy used his deep fears and memories to weave realistic illusions, trying to trap him forever. He had seen the earth shrouded in darkness in the illusory world, and people crying in despair. Those tragic scenes were like sharp blades, piercing his heart. But it was the deep love and protective belief for the earth and mankind that allowed him to break through the shackles of illusion again and again, and finally tried his best to escape from the terrible forest.

At this moment, he knew that he was facing an unprecedented crisis. His body's energy was about to run out, but the danger around him was not reduced at all. He thought of the people on Earth who depended on him, the innocent smiles of the children who always looked up at the sky with expectation, believing that Ultraman Tiga would always protect them. And the brave warriors who fought side by side with him to fight against the evil forces. These memories flowed through his cold body like a warm current, giving him a little comfort and strength.

Despite being in a desperate situation, Ultraman Tiga still straightened his spine, his hands slightly clenched into fists, as if gathering the last bit of strength. He knew that no matter what was waiting for him ahead, he could not give up. Because he was the incarnation of light and the symbol of hope, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would fight to protect the peace and justice of the universe. Even if this light seemed so weak in the darkness, he would let it become a beacon to illuminate the darkness and guide people to a bright future.

Around Ultraman Tiga, the giant TV, with its unimaginable strange power, created 10 clones, just like an evil magician casting a forbidden spell. These clones, like demon messengers climbing out from the bottom of the dark abyss, were surrounded by a dark aura so thick that it was tangible, which was daunting.

Their figures flickered, seemingly real and unreal, swaying and shuttling in the misty space in an unpredictable way. Every time they flashed, the space was slightly distorted, as if they were testing the edge of reality and illusion. The breath they exuded was like the miasma rising from a cemetery full of rotting corpses, cold, smelly, and full of the smell of death, which made Ultraman Tiga feel a chill in his heart.

These demonic clones launched attacks at the same time. For a moment, various forms of energy attacks surged out like a tide. Laser beams, which were beams of blazing swords, carried destructive heat and dazzling light, cutting through the already chaotic space and stabbing straight at Ultraman Tiga. Each laser contained energy enough to destroy the stars. Wherever it passed, the space was burned and made a "sizzling" sound, as if a piece of fragile silk was mercilessly roasted by a raging fire.

The energy wave was like a raging tsunami rising from the depths of the universe, rushing towards Ultraman Tiga with an overwhelming and unstoppable momentum. The height and width of the energy wave were difficult to estimate, like a huge wall made of pure energy, carrying an endless impact force, and was about to completely crush Ultraman Tiga under this violent force. When the energy wave advanced, the space was like being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, rippling with layers of wrinkles, forming huge whirlpools, as if to draw everything in, and never to be reborn.

Ultraman Tiga reacted quickly, his resolute eyes revealed his unyielding determination, he raised his arms without hesitation, crossed them in front of his chest, and instantly condensed a layer of energy shield. Under the dense rain of attacks, the shield rippled with layers of gorgeous yet fragile halos, like a small boat in a storm, struggling to resist the tide of attacks. Although he tried his best to maintain the shield, the impact of each attack was like a heavy hammer hitting him, causing his body to tremble slightly involuntarily, and his feet gradually sank into the cursed land under the huge pressure.

"I can't give up. I am Tiga, the guardian of the peace of the universe!" Ultraman Tiga roared in his heart. His eyes were like torches, and he was desperately searching for a chance to fight back in the hail of bullets. Finally, in the interval between a round of attacks, he spotted a fleeting flaw, and suddenly concentrated the remaining energy in his body to his feet. He rushed towards the nearest clone illusion like an arrow from a string. At the moment of approaching the target, he used all his strength to throw a punch containing endless courage and determination. His fist was instantly wrapped in a hot and dazzling white energy light, which seemed to be the burning anger of justice.

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the clone illusion burst into a dazzling light under the powerful blow of Ultraman Tiga, and then turned into countless light particles like a dream bubble and dissipated in the air filled with gunpowder. However, the dawn of victory did not come. Before Ultraman Tiga had time to catch his breath and adjust, the attacks of the other nine clone illusions came more violently like a storm. A beam of energy brushed past his shoulder, leaving a charred mark on his tough body. A sharp pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, but he just frowned slightly and endured the pain and continued to fight.

Ultraman Tiga jumped and shuttled like a nimble dancer in the midst of the flying attacks. Sometimes he jumped high to dodge the energy waves coming from low altitude with his agile body; sometimes he spun quickly to resist the surging attacks from the side with his strong body. At the same time, his deep eyes were always locked on the next target like a hawk. His hands gathered energy quickly and skillfully in front of his chest. After a while, a huge ball of light formed in his hands. The ball of light emitted a deep blue light that seemed to contain the endless mysteries of the universe, just like a quiet and deep ocean, hiding the power to destroy all evil.

"Zai Pelion Ray!" Ultraman Tiga roared to the sky, shaking the universe, and violently launched the ball of light in his hand that gathered his powerful strength and firm belief. The blue light was like a lightsaber that cut through the dark void and cut off the source of evil, rushing straight towards the target clone illusion at lightning speed. The clone illusion tried to dodge in fear, but the speed of the light was too fast, and it had no time to make an effective reaction. It was hit in an instant and turned into ashes in an energy explosion that was strong enough to shake the entire space.

But every time he used a powerful skill, it was like burning the candle of Ultraman Tiga's life. The continuous attacks consumed a lot of his energy. The timer on his chest flashed more and more frequently, and the dazzling red light became more and more dazzling, as if mercilessly announcing the crisis he was about to face. His breathing became heavy and difficult, and every movement was like a difficult tug-of-war with the huge fatigue that followed him like a shadow.

At this time, the remaining eight clones seemed to be keenly aware of Ultraman Tiga's weakness. Their attacks became more frantic and disorderly, and they began to change their tactics, tacitly forming an airtight encirclement, gradually narrowing the scope of the encirclement of Ultraman Tiga. Ultraman Tiga was trapped in the core, and the rain of attacks from all around made it almost impossible for him to escape, and he fell into an unprecedented desperate situation.

At this critical moment, the images of the kind and brave people on Earth flashed through Ultraman Tiga's mind like lightning. He seemed to see the innocent smiles of the children, which were smiles full of hope for the future; he saw the firm and trusting eyes of the adults, which were their persistent belief in peace and justice. These beautiful memories were like a warm and powerful source of strength, which continuously poured into his heart and dispelled the fatigue and despair deep in his heart. "I am Ultraman Tiga, and I have the sacred mission of protecting this land and these lovely lives!" He shouted in his heart, shaking his soul, and a new power slowly awakened and surged from the bottom of his heart like a sleeping dragon.

Ultraman Tiga concentrated all his mental strength, gathering the little remaining energy in his body together, and his body began to emit a strong and dazzling golden light. This light was like the morning sun at dawn, gradually covering his whole body, forming an indestructible golden shield that seemed to be made of justice and faith. Under the protection of the shield, Ultraman Tiga faced the enemy's stormy attack and slowly rose into the air. His figure looked extremely majestic and sacred against the backdrop of the golden light.

He looked down at the eight ant-like clones below, his eyes full of majesty and determination, as if he was a high god examining the sins of the world. Then, he waved his hands, drawing mysterious and complex tracks in the air. As he moved, the surrounding space began to distort and deform, and golden rays of light shot out from his body, connecting various points in the space like golden threads, weaving into a golden net full of mysterious power.

"Shining Space Break!" Ultraman Tiga shouted, his voice full of confidence and strength. He activated an unprecedented powerful skill, and the golden light intertwined and entangled with each other, forming an extremely huge energy net that was enough to tear apart the darkness. Then, like a huge pair of scissors wielded by the power of God, it ruthlessly cut towards the clone illusion below. Wherever this energy net went, the space was shattered and collapsed. The powerful force instantly plunged the eight clone illusions into chaos and terror.

Before the clones and illusions could make any effective reaction, Ultraman Tiga once again gathered all the energy in his body, and formed a golden ball of light with his hands in front of his chest that was so huge that it seemed to be able to accommodate the entire universe. This ball of light was several times brighter than the previous Zaperion light, and the light it emitted was as hot and bright as the sun, enough to dispel all the darkness and evil in the world.

"Shining Pelion Ray!" Ultraman Tiga fired this ultimate attack that gathered all his strength, faith and hope. The golden light was like a dazzling golden sun, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield shrouded in darkness. It rushed towards the clone illusion below with a devastating force, and all evil was completely purified and eliminated wherever it passed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" There were several earth-shattering noises. Under this attack that was powerful enough to destroy the world, the remaining eight clones exploded like fireworks, turning into dust all over the sky and dissipating in the vast universe. Ultraman Tiga successfully resolved this almost fatal crisis, but his energy was almost exhausted, and his body slowly fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Just when Ultraman Tiga thought the battle was over and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, the giant TV suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by the magic of darkness in an instant, and the air seemed to solidify. A chill quietly climbed up Ultraman Tiga's spine.

The giant TV screen flickered with a strange and evil light, like a ghost fire from the depths of hell, green and flickering, making the already chaotic space even more eerie and terrifying. Every flicker was accompanied by a slight "sizzling" sound of electricity, as if the evil power was whispering excitedly. The light and shadow on the screen twisted and changed, gradually outlining a vague and hideous outline, as if some demon was about to break out of the screen.

A malicious and arrogant voice came out: "Ultraman Tiga, your death is coming!" This voice was like a sharp spike, piercing straight into Ultraman Tiga's eardrums and echoing in his mind. The tone was full of confidence in victory and disdain for Ultraman Tiga, as if Ultraman Tiga was already a fish on his chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Ultraman Tiga looked at the giant TV with vigilance. He could feel the powerful and evil power emanating from it. This power was more terrifying and pure than the previous clone illusion. Although he was exhausted and his body and mind were in an extremely weak state, his eyes still burned with an inextinguishable will to fight. He slightly bent his body, his feet firmly rooted on the ground, his hands clenched into fists, and took a defensive and offensive posture, as if to declare to the enemy that he would never surrender.

"Huang Hongsheng, do you think your conspiracy can succeed easily? You are wrong. As long as I, Ultraman Tiga, am still alive, I will never let you harm this universe!" Ultraman Tiga said loudly. Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was full of determination and strength, like a huge bell ringing in this silent and terrifying space, shattering the surrounding darkness. This voice contained his persistent pursuit of justice, his deep love for the earth and all things in the universe, and his supreme sense of mission as a guardian.

At this moment, Ultraman Tiga had no fear in his heart, only anger and contempt for the evil forces in front of him. In his heart, he silently mobilized every bit of energy left in his body, preparing for the upcoming life-and-death battle. His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring closely at the giant TV screen, not missing any slight movement that might indicate an enemy attack, like a wounded but still brave cheetah, waiting for the best time to give the enemy a fatal blow, even if this blow might exhaust his last strength, he would not hesitate, because behind him was the peace and hope of the entire universe that he had to protect.

Ultraman Tiga looked at the giant TV with vigilance. Although he was exhausted and his body and mind were in an extremely weak state, his eyes still burned with an inextinguishable will to fight. "Huang Hongsheng, do you think your conspiracy can succeed easily? You are wrong. As long as I, Ultraman Tiga, am still alive, I will never let you harm this universe!" Ultraman Tiga said loudly. Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was full of determination and strength.