Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

At this time, the government army launched an attack on Noba again. Fighter jets roared towards Noba, and machine guns spewed out angry flames. However, Noba spit out powerful rays from his mouth and shot down the fighter jets one after another. Brilliant sparks bloomed in the sky, like desperate fireworks. On the other side, the tanks on the ground also attacked Noba again. The tanks' gun barrels sprayed hot shells and rushed towards Noba with destructive power. However, Noba's tentacles were like huge whips, smashing the tanks hard. The tanks were instantly smashed by the tentacles, and the soldiers inside were killed immediately.

In the ruins of the city shrouded in war and fear, there is desolation and desolation. The once prosperous streets have now become broken walls and ruins, and only the broken frames of the high-rise buildings are left, as if telling the past glory and the present misery. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder and dust, which makes people feel suffocated.

The little girl's adoptive mother and her daughter were in the ruins, and they looked so small and helpless. The adoptive mother's face was full of fear and fatigue, which were the marks of having experienced countless hardships. Her eyes revealed deep worry, worrying about the safety of the little girl, and feeling sad for this destroyed world. Her hair was scattered on her shoulders in a mess, and her clothes were already stained by dust and dirt, but she didn't care about these. She had only one thought in her mind, and that was to protect the little girl.

The adoptive mother's daughter also looked exhausted, but her eyes were full of determination. Although the young girl had also experienced great fear, she was not intimidated. She followed her adoptive mother closely and took on part of the responsibility with her thin shoulders. She knew that in this difficult time, they must unite as one to have a glimmer of hope for survival.

Noba, this terrifying monster, seemed like a demon from hell, and continued to spit out more red poisonous fog towards the surroundings of the city. The poisonous fog was like a surging tide, continuously gushing out of Noba's mouth and quickly spreading around.

Wherever the poisonous fog reached, the air seemed to be dyed blood red. It was like a huge net of death, ruthlessly corroding everything. This net was overwhelming, leaving people with nowhere to escape, as if the giant hand of fate was tightly strangling people's throats.

The first to be eroded by the poisonous fog were the buildings in the city. Those high-rise buildings that were once tall, majestic and extremely solid gradually lost their former glory under the corrosion of the poisonous fog. The poisonous fog was like a highly corrosive acid, which swallowed up the exterior walls, windows and roofs of the buildings bit by bit. Deep cracks appeared on the walls, and the window glass became blurred under the corrosion of the poisonous fog, and finally shattered and fell off. The tiles on the roof also loosened and fell off, making a crisp sound.

As the poisonous fog continued to erode, the buildings began to gradually collapse. The huge steel beams became fragile under the influence of the poisonous fog, like broken branches. The concrete structure also began to disintegrate, and large chunks of cement fell from high places and hit the ground with loud noises. The whole city seemed to have turned into a huge construction site, with collapsed buildings and flying dust everywhere.

Under the influence of the poisonous fog, people fell into deeper fear. They watched in horror as the red poisonous fog kept approaching, their hearts filled with despair. They began to look for places to hide from the poisonous fog. Some chose to hide in the basement, while others rushed into the sealed room, trying to use various methods to block the invasion of the poisonous fog.

In the basement, people crowded together, their faces full of fear and anxiety. They tightly closed the basement door, hoping to block the entry of the poisonous fog. The basement was filled with a damp and stuffy atmosphere, and people's breathing and heartbeats intertwined, forming a tense atmosphere. They didn't know whether the poisonous fog would penetrate in, nor did they know whether they could survive this disaster.

In the sealed room, people blocked the gaps in the doors and windows with wet cloth, trying to prevent the poisonous fog from entering. Their faces were full of despair and helplessness, and they didn't know how long they could hold on. The air in the room became thinner and thinner, and people felt it difficult to breathe, as if an invisible force was squeezing their chests.

However, the poisonous fog is omnipresent. It is like a cunning enemy that can always find people's weaknesses. Although people have tried every possible way to avoid the invasion of the poisonous fog, some people are still unfortunately infected by the poisonous fog. Those infected by the poisonous fog will initially feel difficulty breathing and dizziness. As time goes by, their symptoms will become more and more serious, and eventually they will fall into a coma or die.

On the streets of the city, some people fell to the ground, their bodies eroded beyond recognition by the poisonous fog. Their skin turned red, as if burned by fire. Their eyes were tightly closed, and their faces were full of pain and despair. Some people were still struggling weakly, trying to get rid of the control of the poisonous fog, but their strength was so small that they could not resist the erosion of the poisonous fog at all.

The whole city fell into a dead silence. The streets were no longer as noisy and lively as before, with only collapsed buildings and people infected by the poisonous fog. Those places that were once full of vitality and vigor have now become ruins. People are waiting for the judgment of fate in despair, not knowing when this disaster will end.

In this dark moment, some brave people began to stand up and try to find ways to fight the poisonous fog. They formed a volunteer team and searched for drugs that could detoxify or equipment that could block the poisonous fog. They risked their lives and shuttled through the poisonous fog to save the city and the people trapped.

However, their efforts seemed so insignificant. The poisonous fog continued to spread and eroded everything. People's hopes were shattered bit by bit, and they didn't know how long they could hold on. In this city shrouded in poisonous fog, despair and fear were like heavy shackles, tightly binding everyone. They were waiting for a miracle to happen, waiting for someone to save them and save the world.

Lin Feng stopped his hurried steps, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to carefully examine the terrifying monster Noba again. After some observation, he found that although Noba was so powerful that it made people feel desperate, it was not invulnerable. Noba's attack mainly relied on the terrifying red poisonous mist it spit out, and these poisonous mists did not seem to spread unlimitedly, but had a certain range limit. An idea quickly flashed through Lin Feng's mind. If he could find a practical way to stop the spread of these red poisonous mists, then perhaps he could effectively weaken Noba's powerful power and win a glimmer of precious hope for survival for mankind.

At this moment, they saw Noba approaching. The huge body was like a demon, emitting a terrifying aura. Noba's eyes flashed red, as if announcing the coming of death. The adoptive mother and her daughter were filled with despair. They knew that they had no chance of survival in the face of such a powerful monster.

They walked with difficulty, and every step was full of hardship. The rubble and gravel under their feet made their steps heavy, and they had to be careful to avoid those sharp objects to avoid hurting the little girl. Their arms felt sore from the long-term effort, but they dared not relax at all.

At this moment, they saw Noba approaching. His huge body was like a demon, emitting a terrifying aura. Noba's eyes flashed red, as if announcing the coming of death. The adoptive mother and her daughter were filled with despair. They knew that facing such a powerful enemy, they had almost no chance of winning.

However, they did not give up. The adoptive mother held the little girl's head tightly, as if giving her strength and warmth. Her eyes were full of determination, and she told herself that she could not give up on this child no matter what. The adoptive mother's daughter also held the little girl's feet tightly, with a resolute expression on her face. They knew that as long as they had a breath left, they could not give up hope.

So they began to run. They shuttled through the ruins, avoiding the poisonous mist and falling stones that Noba spewed out. The poisonous mist filled the air, emitting a pungent smell that made it difficult to breathe. Stones fell like raindrops, hitting the ground with a loud noise. The foster mother and her daughter tightly protected the little girl and carefully avoided those dangers.

They ran through the ruins, their hearts filled with fear and anxiety. But their eyes always revealed a firm determination. They knew that they could not stop, because once they stopped, it might mean death. They had to find a safe place to seek treatment for the little girl.

During their escape, they encountered many difficulties and dangers. Sometimes, they were blocked by collapsed walls and had to find other routes. Sometimes, they met some injured people and had to stop to help them. But they never forgot their mission, which was to protect the little girl.

Finally, in that world of ruins and fear, they found a relatively safe place. It was an abandoned basement, the entrance half-hidden by some messy wooden boards and stones, as if it was a safe haven specially left for them in this desperate world.

The moment they stepped into the basement, a damp and cold air hit them in the face. It was dark and damp, with mottled water stains on the walls and a muddy ground. Faint light came through some cracks, barely allowing them to see the surroundings. Although the conditions here were extremely harsh, for them, it was like finding a solid fortress that could hide from Noba's terrible attack.

They carefully put the unconscious little girl on the ground. The little girl's face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable. The foster mother gently stroked the little girl's forehead, her eyes full of concern. Her hands trembled slightly, as if she was touching the most precious treasure in the world. The foster mother's eyes were full of tenderness and love, which was a maternal instinct, and it was particularly moving at this dangerous moment.

"Child, you must get better." The foster mother whispered softly, with a hint of sobs in her voice. Her eyes were fixed on the little girl, as if as long as she looked at her like this, the little girl would be able to feel her love and care and wake up from her coma.

The foster mother's daughter immediately began to look for items that could be used to treat the little girl. Her eyes were full of anxiety and determination. She knew that time was running out and every minute and every second could determine the life or death of the little girl. She carefully searched every corner of the basement, not missing any potentially useful items.

The basement was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items, including old boxes, rusty tools, and some unknown items. The foster mother's daughter carefully searched through them, her hands moving quickly on those items, her heart full of hope. She hoped to find some medicine, bandages, or other things that could help the little girl.

During the search, the adoptive mother's daughter looked back from time to time at the little girl lying on the ground and her adoptive mother standing beside her. Seeing the adoptive mother's worried eyes, she became more determined. She knew that they could not give up and had to find a way to treat the little girl no matter what.

The foster mother stayed by the little girl's side, gently stroking her hair and praying for her. Her heart was filled with guilt, as she felt that she had failed to protect the little girl, which led to her falling into such danger. However, she also knew that now was not the time to blame herself, and she had to be strong and fight for the little girl's hope of survival.

"There will be a way, there will be a way." The foster mother kept repeating this sentence in her heart, as if to encourage herself. She looked at the pale face of the little girl, and her heart was filled with pain. She remembered the little girl's usual liveliness and cuteness, her smile and laughter, and those beautiful memories pierced her heart like a knife.

The foster mother's daughter found a tattered box in a corner of the basement. She hurriedly opened the box and found some medicines and bandages inside. She was overjoyed, as if she had seen a ray of light in the darkness. She quickly took these items back to her foster mother and the little girl.

"Mom, we found some medicine and bandages!" the foster mother's daughter said excitedly. A glimmer of hope flashed in the foster mother's eyes, and they immediately began to treat the little girl.

The foster mother gently undressed the little girl and examined her body. There were some scratches and bruises on the little girl's body, and the foster mother's heart ached. She gently wiped the little girl's wounds with a clean cloth, then applied medicine and carefully bandaged them.

During the treatment, the adoptive mother and her daughter were very careful, fearing to hurt the little girl. Their movements were gentle and skillful, as if they were performing a sacred ritual. They knew that every detail could be related to the little girl's life safety.

When they finished treating the little girl, the adoptive mother gently held her in her arms and covered her with a piece of clothing. The adoptive mother's daughter sat beside them, watching them quietly. Their hearts were filled with exhaustion, but also with hope.

In this dark basement, the adoptive mother and her daughter kept the little girl close, waiting for hope to come. They knew that the battle was not over yet, but they believed that as long as they did not give up, they would be able to find hope for survival.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the basement was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. The adoptive mother and her daughter were filled with anxiety. They didn't know when the little girl would wake up, nor did they know what the outside world was like. However, they did not waver at all. They firmly believed that as long as they persisted, they would be able to usher in the dawn of victory.

The foster mother hummed a nursery rhyme, which was the little girl's favorite song. Her voice was gentle and beautiful, as if she was weaving a beautiful dream for the little girl. The foster mother's daughter also hummed along, and their voices echoed in the basement, full of warmth and hope.

After an unknown amount of time, the little girl's fingers moved slightly. The adoptive mother and her daughter immediately noticed this subtle change, and joy surged in their hearts. They stared at the little girl closely, expecting her to wake up.

The little girl's eyes slowly opened, her eyes were full of confusion and fear. The adoptive mother and her daughter came forward and gently stroked her cheek to comfort her.

"Child, you woke up, so good!" the adoptive mother said excitedly, tears flashing in her eyes. The adoptive mother's daughter also showed a happy smile, she held the little girl's hand tightly, as if to tell her that they were always by her side.

The little girl looked at her adoptive mother and her daughter, and her eyes gradually regained their luster. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a weak smile. The adoptive mother and her daughter were filled with joy, knowing that their efforts were not in vain, and the little girl finally passed the critical period.

However, they also know that the outside world is still full of dangers. Noba is still wreaking havoc outside, and the battle is not over yet. However, they are no longer afraid, because they have each other and hope.

The adoptive mother and her daughter decided to continue waiting in the basement, waiting for the outside world to return to peace. They believed that as long as everyone united as one, they would be able to defeat Noba and rebuild their home.

In this dark basement, the adoptive mother, her daughter and the little girl snuggled together, their hearts filled with warmth and hope. They knew that no matter how many difficulties and challenges they would encounter in the future, they would face them together and never give up.