Ultraman: What do you mean by saying L77 is about to explode?

Chapter 54 The Increasingly Mad Giant

As the first breeze blew in the morning of the second day, Kaul and Daga's group had already set off for the southern volcanic region.

The team composition at this point was quite peculiar.

Kaul walked at the front with his hands in his pockets, chewing on an ancient berry he had taken from the garrison building.

Daga stood beside him with his arms crossed and a dark expression. At his feet was the big golden retriever, Gadi, wagging its tail happily. As for Little Rock, who had shrunk to the size of a person, it was now obediently staying next to Kaul, like an extremely docile accessory.

Behind them stood Tiga, who was wearing a hood and trying to minimize his presence, and Solka, an agile warrior with a serious expression.

"Mr. Kaul," Soruka, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask, "You just said... that Hitler guy went to get the global urgent documents? And he also said that my speed is only suitable for the skies above cities, and that I can't even catch his exhaust fumes in the wilderness?"

Kaul swallowed the fruit in his mouth, turned his head, and revealed an extremely sincere and innocent expression: "Yes, Soruka, you know Hitler. He also said that he wanted to carve 'Soruka is a snail' on the gateposts of every outpost around the world. As an advisor and staff officer of the garrison, I felt that he had a great prejudice against you, which is very detrimental to the unity among colleagues!"

"That damn thing... how dare he?!" Soruka's forehead veins bulged.

Just then, a sonic boom suddenly came from above.

Dust swept past, swirling up fallen leaves.

A purple shadow streaked past overhead at an almost insane speed.

He was also carrying a large bundle of official documents, and as he flew past, Hitler's frenzied shouts could be faintly heard in the air:

"Soruka, you slowpoke! Today I'm going to hang the 'King of Fastest Delivery' banner above your bed, and you'll all be eating my exhaust fumes, hahaha!"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Tiga opened his mouth, looking at his best friend Solka with some sympathy, while everyone else was dumbfounded.

Soruka's face turned completely black.

He looked up at the shadow that had shrunk to a tiny purple dot on the horizon, and his whole body began to tremble from the reddish heat.

"Hitler...you idiot..."

Soruka gritted his teeth, turned to look at Tiga and Kaul: "Tiga, Kaul, I'm really sorry, I probably won't be able to accompany you for today's on-site supervision because... I have to go and correct the arrogant attitude of some speeders!"

As Soruka spoke, a silver-white light instantly erupted from his body.

Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed on the spot into a 53-meter-tall giant of light, creating a sonic boom twice as powerful as Hitler's, and sped off into the distance.

"Hitler, if you can get me to a post before me today, I'll change my name!"

Looking at the two beams of light in the sky that were colliding and vying for space as they sped along, Kaul shook his head with a hint of admiration.

"What an energetic young man, Daga! Look, this solves the social problems of two speedsters and gossip lovers, doesn't it? And, Captain Yuzare's packages will definitely be delivered ahead of schedule today."

Daga held Gedi in his arms and glanced sideways at Kaul.

"Karl, sometimes I really feel that the dark genes in you are mainly in your mind."

"Daga, you can't say that. In my case, this is a reasonable use of surplus labor to promote harmonious social development." Kaul chuckled and patted Xiaoyan on the shoulder.

"Let's go, next we're going to watch the ancient, hardcore muscle-bound bench press grand prix."

The group quickened their pace as they traversed the primeval forest. The temperature in the air began to rise rapidly, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and volcanic ash.

We are already in the southern volcanic region ahead.

This is an extremely vast active volcano.

Originally, due to the tectonic movement a few days ago, several main peaks here collapsed on a large scale, with basalt rocks piled up haphazardly in the middle of the valley, completely blocking the only land trade route from the ancient main city to the southern border.

But at this moment, when Kaul and the others crossed the last hill, the scene before them was simply... beautiful.

"Drink!"

"Get up!"

Two enormous red figures, each over 50 meters tall, were standing in the lava, engaging in a hardcore hand-to-hand combat that was completely devoid of any martial arts aesthetics.

It was Darram, the fitness fanatic of the guard regiment, and Daya, a strong and honest man.

At this moment, Dharam was holding up a huge basalt rock weighing tens of thousands of tons with his arms, which was still dripping lava.

As he did squats and walked forward, he called out to Daya across from him:

"Daia! Look at my perfect quadriceps! You can't match my strength! That rock you just lifted didn't even weigh two-thirds as much as mine. You call that a strength-type warrior?!"

Opposite him, Daya, who usually seemed honest but was actually very clever, was also blushing, her whole body in a state of redness.

In front of Daya was a huge pile of stones. He grabbed the largest one, lifted it high above his head, and shouted:

"Darram! Don't you dare point fingers at me! I was just warming up! Do you think I'm any worse than you? Look closely, this is 15,000 tons!!"

"Bang!"

Daya slammed the boulder hard onto the pile of rubble beside her, completely crushing the section of the landslide blocking the passage into dust.

Kaul and Daga squatted silently on a rock on the hilltop.

Daga rubbed his temples, feeling that the worst decision he had ever made was to come with Kaul today to watch his fellow disciples make fools of themselves.

"Tiga," Daga turned to look at Tiga, who was diligently recording data beside him, "You protect the Earth with these guys every day. Don't you think that, compared to those subterranean monsters, the two of them are more like the culprits destroying the surface?"

Tiga scratched his head, his tone somewhat embarrassed: "Actually... Daya is usually very gentle. I don't know why he was so impulsive today. From what he said, it seems that as soon as Darram rushed in, he threw a ten-thousand-ton rock in front of him and asked, 'Was your mother made of soft clay? Why are your arms as soft as a peach?' Daya got flustered when he heard that, and the two of them ended up bickering all the way here..."

"So, this is a man's dignity."

Kaul chuckled and patted Little Rock on the shoulder: "Little Rock, see? These are the peers you'll be facing from now on. Although they may not seem very intelligent, they are incredibly strong. Now, go on, there are many geothermal minerals in that lava pool over there. Go and have your fill."