The Last Giant of Light

## The Last Giant of Light >Humanity has entered the interstellar age, and Ultraman has become a legend in history books. >It wasn't until the human fleet was encircled and suppressed by a higher civilization that in despair, they remembered the guardian who was expelled by their own hands. >"Dr. Bird, do you still have the transformer in the drawer in your office?" >I looked out the window at the alien fleet covering the sky and the earth, and replied softly: >"Yes, but the energy is only enough for the final battle." --- The night of New Tokyo was torn to pieces by the piercing siren. I huddled in the cold corner, and every breath I took was accompanied by a tearing pain in my ribs, and every heartbeat was as heavy as the struggle of a dying beast. Sweat mixed with some kind of thicker liquid soaked into the skin under the ragged clothes. In the distance, the beam of searchlight was like a huge and cold tentacle, sweeping wildly through the forest of skyscrapers. Every time it passed through the dirty corner where I was hiding, it triggered a sharper roar and the roar of the engine. "Target locked! The optical camouflage field is disabled! Team 7, surround the East District Waste Logistics Center!" Cold synth sounds cut through the air through the speakers with a sickening, controlling indifference. Coming. The heavy metal footsteps shattered the concrete pavement, crushing all luck from far to near. Three "Onimusha" mechas blocked the exit from three directions. The sharp-edged black armor reflected the dim light under the searchlight, and the phase-folding muzzle mounted on the shoulder flashed with a dangerous blue light of energy, and the muzzle was pointed at the shadow corner where I was hiding. They are not like machines