On the dark street, the lonely street lamp sheds a dim light, reflecting an office worker leaning on a light pole below. However, at this moment, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he was no longer high-spirited. He looked as decadent as a loser who had just been dumped. , slumped down on the dirty ground dejectedly, and kept muttering: "Give me...let me go back..."
Such voices and people are all over the street. You can see people walking in despair everywhere. Their eyes are dull, their faces are sad and listless, and their weak voices make them look like zombies in the doomsday or addicted. Group street tour.
We can no longer see the busy traffic of the city in the past, let alone the prosperity of people coming and going. There are only "walking zombies" who have lost their fighting spirit, lost their will, and have no sense in the streets, cities, and the world. It took tens of millions of years to create them. The order, morality, and faith in human civilization were all destroyed.
I don't know how much time passed, but everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button. They all stopped their wandering movements and wailing sounds. Their godless eyes completely lost focus, and they had already fallen asleep, and their faces were also filled with tears. He immediately showed a happy and happy expression, as if he had met the person he wanted to see the most, ate the food he wanted to eat the most, and lived the life he expected most.
But this kind of happiness brings the whole world, every city, every street, every person, a deathly silence, not a trace of life, let alone a trace of vitality, just like the rainbow after the rain. Beautiful but can't carry a bit.
As the song goes, happy time is always short. In less than three minutes, the silent streets once again heard human shouts, and this time, even the people who were sitting paralyzed jumped up and went crazy. Roaring wildly:
"Stop it."
汜 minus bX*WX*.cO 汜. "Don't attack it."
"Damn it, Tiga stop."
"Ah, my flower, that's my flower."
"..."
Countless people were roaring, their eyes were red with anger, countless people were howling at the top of their lungs, and countless people were gnashing their teeth and trying to tear Diga into pieces for destroying their dreams...
However, no matter how loud their voices were, they could not penetrate the fog of the dream and reach the dark corner; no matter how angry they were, they could not stop Diga from the dream dimension from continuing to attack Qijiela.
In the midst of the greater chaos, there were two people wearing medieval-style black robes who walked unhurriedly on the disorderly street like normal people, looking at the people around them with pity. people.
The middle-aged man walking on the left put his head in Mitsuo Itabashi's face and snorted coldly: "Human beings who are dominated by useless emotions have no value at all."
"Yes," Onuma Keiko, who was dressed as a miko, glanced to the right. A man was unleashing his anger on the flower bed, messing up the green flowers and plants, which made her even more disdainful, saying, "This world is different. It’s going to be destroyed, give up.”
"Yes, the darkness is about to wake up." Mitsuo Itabashi walked to a high place, stood in front of the railing, looked into the distance, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to take in everything on this planet, and said: "But... "
"Do you still hold a grudge?" Keiko Onuma turned to look at Mitsuo Itabashi.
"I don't have those useless feelings, they will only disturb my heart," Mitsuo Banqiao said expressionlessly: "I just can't let that guy go, I want him to know that he is not worthy of being a savior at all, only we - the great Only the Kyriarodians can save this planet."
"Then hurry up, especially be careful of the devil who never sleeps."
"Hmph," Mitsuo Itabashi snorted coldly and said, "The power there is not so easy to get. I really want to see him fail."
"That would be too risky," Onuma Keiko gently stroked the stone plate held in both hands and said, "There are so many worlds, so what does it matter if we give up this polluted world."
Mitsuo Itabashi didn't speak, just stared ahead, but he didn't know whether he was looking at the stars in the sky or the crazy people on the ground. There was only mockery in his eyes, as if he was mocking those who did it despite knowing it was impossible.
Onuma Keiko stretched out her arms, letting the stone plate in her hand receive the moonlight, and said faintly: "When the world is turbid, clarity is a mistake, Ultraman Tiga, your persistence is destined to be Useless."
The stripes of patterns on the stone mirror lit up, shining like the silver moon in the sky, but reflected a dim picture:
At the end is a dark mist, with vines of different thicknesses coming out of it, intertwined with each other, more complex than the world's largest overpass, and in the middle of this huge vine cage, Diga was surrounded by each other one by one. It was entangled with extremely thin vines.
Looking carefully, these vines are still growing rapidly, spreading over Diga's body, trying to wrap him up completely, but Diga is motionless, with only the flashing red colored timer showing that he is still alive. Facts, but like this, he has obviously lost consciousness and will let others do whatever he wants.
Onuma Keiko shook her head in disappointment and said, "It seems that this clear water has become dirty."
Mihe Mi. Mitsuo Banqiao looked like he was 'expected' and said: "I told him a long time ago not to try to be the savior of this world. He doesn't..."
The fight eventually led to Golzan drilling under the Kirimondake volcano), and Tiga gave the light obtained from humans to Shira Nezu Masachika, Ph.D. in Physics. Director of the Hokkaido Energy Development Research Institute. An explosion occurred at home in 1988.
Humanity's research on Ebron cells led to the birth of a large number of earth monsters, including King Morat (a remnant of landfill garbage). Humans caused the monsters to appear, and then the monsters took revenge on humans. The monsters wake up for different reasons, but each time The reasons for destroying them are all the same. There is no place for monsters in this world. It does not want to harm anyone. It wants to exist and find a place that can accommodate it. It is a pity that there is no place for it in this world, because its existence is an error.
The Naga people stopped attacking, just like the gun in the hand of a robber. Only by firing can one know whether it is true or false. The dinosaur people knew that humans wanted to eliminate the lightning people, so the dinosaur people gave up their naive idea of negotiating with humans, and did not believe that humans would negotiate with humans at all. Dinosaurs live in harmony. In the spaceship were a group of Naga refugees. Their home planet was swallowed by the huge Sphia matrix and they fled in a hurry. (It may also be that the lizard people who lived on the earth a long time ago were destroyed by the dark ruler and fled their homeland) Here comes our Ultraman: Chiba Makoto, whose time and space was distorted by alchemy and went to Ike. Sri Lanka's world
