Rebirth of Shadow Ultraman

"Don't let your guard down just because I'm here. With my current strength, I can only die with you in a crisis of cosmic scale." Gai Ying's telepathy was obviously relaxed. This was the way he was used to fighting.

Nexus, who had been silent all the time, looked at Gai Ying with a sense of awareness and nodded slightly. He made the same choice. What does it have to do with me, Nexus, if Noah can't intervene?

Even if he suppressed himself to this extent, he could still barely cross the barrier of the microcosm and feel the ether energy gathered in it, but without the perspective of transcending matter and spirit, he couldn't be sure whether it was Kuin.

Baalzebub originated from Kuin, and the ether composition in his body was exactly the same. It was impossible to tell the difference between the two by energy breath alone.

But the breath gathered in the microcosm was far beyond any Baalzebub he had seen. Even if it was not Kuin, it must be a crucial part of the talent plan.

The natural movement of the star system shows the passage of time to the humans on the planet Ganon. The hazy golden light gradually rises from the horizon, but the tree of life on the side blocks a small part of the brilliance.

The other half of the sky is still extremely dim, and the day and night are harmonious and distinct. The huge tree canopy is hidden in the blurred halo and looks a little blurry.

The girl in a plain white dress stands under the tree, reaching out to touch the rough trunk gently. There is no decoration except for the unique pattern of Ganon. The dress is as simple as that worn by ordinary civilians.

But the familiar face still shows her identity, Queen Amaterasu. Fortunately, most people in Ganon have never seen what their queen looks like.

Although the demeanor that has been deliberately cultivated since childhood to cover up the timidity is still vaguely visible, no one will associate her with the imagined powerful and excellent Queen Amaterasu.

Laiying and Senluo have supported Ganon's military and political affairs respectively. Since she ascended the throne, she has always been free of disasters and peace.

With the dim light of the sky, there were already sparse pedestrians on the street. Although most of the production can be solved by technology, there are always some positions that cannot be avoided without hands-on work.

They did not lower their voices, but they did not make any noise either. They habitually greeted each other at their daily volume.

With Ganon's current technology, as long as they did not shout loudly, this little sound would never disturb the people who were still in their dreams.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. I always want to rest. I can't adapt to this idle time." A man who looked to be in his thirties or forties grabbed his hair, waved his hand and smiled.

"Who said it wasn't? I sat at home all day and didn't think of doing anything to kill time. Although I don't have to work, I still want to go around." Another man of the same age also smiled and answered.

Almost everyone looked a little fat, but not very fat. Obviously, the daily work has finally reduced some fat, and the daily meals are nutritious enough to overflow.

"Whose girl is this? How come I've never seen her before?" The man who spoke first looked at Amaterasu curiously. He felt that the face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

He smiled friendly and raised his palm, not to shake hands, but to hook his fingers together: "You are new here, right? Why didn't I hear about the new neighbor before?"

Amaterasu was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and hooked his fingers together. This feeling was extremely strange, and it made her feel as relaxed as a bird flying in the sky.

He would not have distant respect for her because of her status as a queen, nor would he put expectations on her shoulders because of the power of the god of war.

She was just a little dazed and came back to her senses. She found a reason and explained softly: "I may move here in the future, so I plan to come and take a look first."

"I haven't heard that there are any renovation plans recently. Is it for the Tree of Life and Her Majesty the Queen?" The man thought for a while and said.

Whether it is warm in winter and cool in summer, good lighting or ventilation, it is no longer a problem they need to pay attention to. On the contrary, the closer the house is to the Tree of Life, the higher the price.

"Hmm? Yes, I just want to get closer to the Tree of Life." Amaterasu smiled and said tentatively: "I just don't know what kind of person Her Majesty is."

"Although I haven't seen Her Majesty many times, our current life is the result of the protection of the God of War of all generations. She is always worthy of the trust of every Ganon."

The man was stunned for a moment, and answered after thinking seriously for a moment. He was not familiar with Amaterasu, but the title of God of War was the glory of the blood of the queens of all generations.

No matter who she is, as long as she bears the name of God of War, she is worthy of trust.

Amaterasu watched them stretch their legs and stretch their bodies, like an old man who has retired. After saying goodbye politely, they began to wander aimlessly on the street.

Although some people expressed doubts and concerns about her expression and took the initiative to ask, they were still fooled by her excuses one by one.

The sun gradually rose to the top of her head, and the scorching light enveloped her body. Sweat flowed down her side face, and a fine bead of sweat oozed out of her forehead.

She subconsciously looked around, trying to find a place to hide from the scorching sun. But as soon as she turned around, Amaterasu's eyes were glued to a few Ganon characters.

"How could it be... here..."

She walked forward step by step. The shadow cast by the building above blocked the sunlight. The breeze blew, bringing coolness. But she didn't care about these things at all. She gently placed her palm on the words and murmured.

Memorial Hall, a memorial hall that records the history of the gods of war of all generations.

Her mother's relics were also placed in a transparent exhibition cabinet for countless tourists to visit, to commemorate the previous gods of war who died in order to protect them.

But the wartime alert had just ended, and the exhibition hall was empty at this moment. Amaterasu stretched out her palm towards the door, then retracted it a little, and still pushed the door hard.

The door opened silently, and the smooth floor reflected the gorgeous chandelier on the top. The statue of the god of war with his arms together stood in the center of the hall, and his eyes carved with gems looked directly at the direction of the door, as if looking at everyone who stepped into this exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall on the right hand side closest to the door was empty. Since Amaterasu was a child, it has never stored anything.

In the display case next to it, there was an exquisite crown, with golden threads forming an ornament resembling the head of a god of war. Amaterasu reached out and gently touched the cold display case, as if she was touching the crown that was so close.