Chapter 26: Make a Little Doll and Curse Him
2023-10-23 Author: Rowing Without Oars 233
Eaten by Usark, and he can still get out on his own?
The Demonic Spirits felt as if their entire worldview had been profoundly challenged.
Usark was one of the Demonic Spirit Cadre, far above them. Not to mention his own formidable strength, he also possessed an attribute that could corrode everything he devoured.
Simply put, all his skill points were spent on eating. At first glance, he might seem unreliable, like a gluttonous ghost, but once he successfully devoured something, the effect was outstanding. He could produce a level of damage output that other cadres couldn't hope to match.
It would have been one thing if the opponent had been alert and avoided being eaten. But to be eaten and still drill his way out, looking completely unscathed?
This level of physical constitution and defensive capability... perhaps only the legendary Shazam, who inherited the power of the six gods, could possess such a thing.
What is the origin of this giant? How could he possibly have such absurd strength?
To be honest, Orin Vale hadn't expected this development either. Of all the things a Demonic Spirit could learn, why did it have to cosplay those foolhardy Showa-era monsters that didn't know when to quit?
Seriously, the grass on the grave of the last monster that dared to eat an Ultraman was already several meters high. The ones that just got a skylight opened in their stomachs were the lucky ones; at least they got to keep their bodies intact. When they went to hell, they might even get to team up with a certain prime minister who had a hole punched through his chest.
Seeing the dire situation, the remaining Demonic Spirits exchanged glances, their eyes meeting as they instantly made a decision.
"Many ants can bite an elephant to death! His large size is actually a disadvantage!" a bat-like Demonic Spirit shouted. "Let's attack together from different directions!"
"Alright!"
The Demonic Spirits all roared in agreement.
A Minotaur Demon bellowed and charged forward, taking the lead.
A huge body often comes with immense strength, but it inevitably hampers one's speed. With so many Demonic Spirits attacking together, they might just have a chance.
But the idea was beautiful, and reality was cruel.
Orin Vale gathered his energy and took a step back.
His right fist shot out with a sonic boom.
It was a punch that surpassed the Minotaur Demon's imagination on every level. The moment the blow was struck, it was earth-shattering. A super-speed completely mismatched with his enormous frame, as if even the laws of physics were nothing in his eyes.
The moment he was targeted, the Minotaur Demon clearly realized it.
He was already a dead bull.
Even the will to survive was extinguished by that overwhelming might. In the instant before death, it instinctively looked around with longing at its brothers-in-arms who had gone through life and death with it...
Huh? Where did my brothers go?
Only in the last moment of its life did the Minotaur Demon sluggishly react.
It turned out that the moment its brothers had shouted "Let's get him together!", it was the only bull that had charged.
All its other brothers had immediately turned tail and fled at full speed in different directions without a second glance.
The Minotaur Demon finally understood.
Turns out, I'm the clown.
Immense sorrow, rage, and grievance welled up in its heart.
You... you guys are bullying an honest bull!
Boom.
The silvery-white fist fell, blasting a huge crater. The Minotaur Demon was crushed flat inside the crater, pulverized into smithereens under a hundred thousand tons of punching power.
Looking at this one straightforward bull that had charged forward, even Orin Vale couldn't help but feel a tiny sliver of pity for it.
Discovering you've been sold out by your teammates in your final moments... your heart must be filled with deep resentment toward them, right?
No problem. We of the Ultraman Race are most happy to help. I'll send your teammates on their way to apologize to you very soon.
Orin Vale's gaze swept over and saw five Demonic Spirits still flying in mid-air. His consciousness locked onto each of the five fleeing Demonic Spirits, all of them desperately sprinting in different directions.
Orin Vale spent a hundredth of a second reciting the incantations he learned in the school training camp, simultaneously reviewing the technique and the insights from his private practice.
Then, centering on the Timer on his chest, he held both palms out flat before him, one to the left and one to the right.
His left arm remained held out, while his right hand rose into a hand-blade shape. He pulled it back behind him, somewhat like charging up a rear-hand punch, or the wind-up for some kind of throwing motion.
The energy within the Ultraman's body surged like a furious tide, rapidly accumulating in his pulled-back right palm. Blue energy radiated outward, and transparent electric arcs converged in his silver palm like thousands of small snakes. A majestic Specium energy was released from that hand, transforming into a physical form of energy, molded into a ring shape under Orin Vale's precise control.
It was a rapidly spinning, hollow circle, its edges sharpened into blade-like serrations by the light energy, radiating an unnerving lightning.
The Eight-Split Light Wheel, also known as the Ultraman Cutter.
Like the Specium Ray, it's one of the basic courses, a signature move mastered by many Ultramen in the TV series. It has the advantages of low energy consumption and high attack speed. Although its direct destructive power is less than the more energy-consuming Specium Ray, it concentrates an extremely high density of light energy to enhance the 'will to cut,' making it a finishing blade that can slice through metal as if it were mud.
However, the ordinary Eight-Split Light Wheel is just a fundamental skill. Being able to use it proficiently is merely a passing grade.
But he, Orin Vale, was the top student of his graduating Ultraman class. He was bound to know some special tricks.
Like this, for example.
With a unique battle cry of the Ultraman Race, the spinning Light Wheel in the giant's right hand was suddenly thrown. The Ultraman Cutter's light wheel flew into the night sky at an astonishing super-speed, and then, midway through its flight...
It split into five!
One large light wheel separated into five smaller ones.
Each one firmly locked onto its respective target, pursuing a dark shadow as it sliced through the dark night.
Not a single one of the five Demonic Spirits escaped; all were sliced in half in mid-air.
A five-kill strike!
In the Gotham Underground, within a magic barrier.
Usark was gone, but the remaining Demonic Spirit Cadre stood atop stone pillars, using magical means to remotely monitor Usark's execution of the "Ultraman Must Die" plan.
And now, they were all silent.
A single thought surfaced in the minds of all the Demonic Spirit Cadre.
This has to be fake, right?
Limitless physical strength, heaven-defying punching power, monstrous speed that violated the laws of physics...
That was one thing. But what was the deal with that final, five-in-a-row, donut-like flywheel?
Are they even giving Demonic Spirits a chance to live?
A long silence fell in the darkness.
Then, the owl-like Demonic Spirit forced itself to remain calm and spoke, trying its best to keep its voice from wavering.
"Everyone... any other ideas?"
No one made a sound.
The Owl Demonic Spirit had no choice but to continue, "If That Lord returns and finds out we've lost so many men and accomplished nothing... you all know the consequences."
Several of the Demonic Spirits couldn't help but shudder.
The Owl Demonic Spirit continued, looking at one of the cadres.
"Ulick, do you have any brilliant ideas?"
The Demonic Spirit named Ulick was silent for a long moment.
Then, he spoke in a dull voice.
"Perhaps we can make a little doll and curse him."
The Demonic Spirits: "..."
(end of chapter)