This Ultraman Has No Morals

"Uh!"

A pained expression appeared on Hill's face, and the imperial star excitedly said.

"That's the expression, come on! Make it a little more painful, hahahaha."

Seeing the second pliers of the Imperial Starman pinching his finger, Cronhill felt a little more relieved.

【Perhaps, this is fine, I shouldn't have been born. . . . . 】

"Haoyou root!"

At the critical moment, a silver-black space channel appeared, and then a blue and red fist rushed out, smashing the imperial star into the air.

"Bastard! Who!"

Turning his back to the Imperial Stars, he squatted in front of Clonhill, with a green light emitting from his hand to heal Clonhill's wound.

"Does it still hurt?"

Clone Hill looked at the man's face in disbelief, his voice choked.

"Is that you?"

The man fondled Cronhill's face.

"Silly girl, it's not me or someone else."

The Imperial Stars who stood up called a group of younger brothers to surround the two of them.

"You have the guts to break into this place. Even if you die today, you can rest in peace!! Report your name."

The man stood up and turned around slowly, a tinge of blood appeared in his pure white eyes.

"Report your name? Well, your grandpa Worm."

The imperial star took a step back in fright.

"Impossible...how could it be you!"

This person is Clone Worm, he glanced back at Clone Hill, and smiled gently.

"Wait for me for a while, it will be fine soon."

Then a silver machete appeared in his hand, and Kron Worm raised the machete and pointed it at the Imperial Stars.

"Three seconds."

"what?"

"brush!"

Clone Worm, who was still facing the Imperial Stars just now, appeared behind the Imperial Stars in the next second.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

When the imperial star came back to his senses, he realized that more than a dozen of his younger brothers had fallen to the ground at the same time, and the scarlet blood spread to his feet.

"Enemy attack!!!!"

"Two seconds."

"brush!"

Clone Worm changed his position again and came to the Imperial Stars.

"Bastard, flash... ah ah ah!"

The Imperial star wanted to raise his hand, but he felt a sharp pain, and then his arms, legs, and wings on his back fell to the ground at the same time, and he was cut off at some point.

Cloning Worm's eyes turned completely red at this moment, and he put the machete in his hand on the neck of the imperial star, and the face of the imperial star who became a human stick was full of horror.

"Around... around life..."

"For a second, let's get oily..."

"laugh!"

A flat knife mark appeared on the neck of the Imperial Starman, traces of green blood oozed out, his mouth was still trembling, but he couldn't speak.

After putting away the machete, Clone Worm's eyes returned to white, and he turned around and walked in front of Clone Hill, hugging Clone Hill in the posture of a princess.

"The injury is still not healed, don't move around, I will take you home."

"Family?"

"Yes, home."

It wasn't until Clone Worm took Clone Hill away that the head of the Imperial Starman fell to the ground, but it wasn't over yet.

After his head touched the ground, it was completely shattered into a hundred pieces, and the edges of each piece were extremely smooth, and the body behind him also shattered into a piece. In the true sense, Lingchi was executed.

Ten minutes later, the evil doctor who treated Ampera came here, and silently cleaned up the corpses on the ground, as if everything was so normal, as if these corpses should have died here in the first place.

. . . . . .

On a mine star in a certain subsidiary universe, Beria looked at the two Ultraman robots in front of him and laughed.