A person in Ultraman receives a gift from the will of Earth at the start.

Chapter 237 Reactions from All Sides: This is the Dragon Vein of China

Immediately afterwards, the sky, which had been as bright and clear as a jewel, suddenly darkened without warning, as if it had been attacked by a sudden dark storm.

The sunlight was quickly blocked out, as if a bright lamp had been blown out in an instant, leaving only a dark and unsettling atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.

Thick, dark clouds, as dark as ink, surged and converged towards the Kunlun Mountains with overwhelming force, completely enveloping the undulating Kunlun range.

This dark cloud was deep and eerie, like an endless abyss, pressing heavily on people's hearts, yet giving them a strange sense of security.

Strangely, however, the interior of the mountains was clearly visible through the seemingly impenetrable, pitch-black clouds, as if some mysterious force had broken through the conventional visual barrier.

At this moment, in the spacious and technologically advanced observation room of the North American branch, soft lights shone on rows of advanced instruments and equipment.

Willon, who had been intently observing the battle situation in the Kunlun Mountains via satellite, was standing in front of a huge display screen.

He was tall and upright, wearing a crisp dark blue uniform, the badge on his collar gleaming faintly under the light.

At this moment, his face was unusually solemn, his brows were tightly furrowed together, forming a deep "川" character, and his deep eyes revealed worry and contemplation. His gaze was fixed on the screen, as if he wanted to see through it.

When the screen displayed the exciting footage of the Victory Team and the China Division's air force working closely together, Wei Lang couldn't help but lean forward slightly, his hands instinctively resting on the control panel in front of him.

His eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise and admiration flashing in them. He watched as the Chinese Air Force's fighter jets weaved through the hail of bullets with remarkable agility, sometimes swooping down on their targets like nimble falcons, and at other times deftly dodging enemy attacks like graceful swallows.

Some fighter jets charged forward fearlessly, relentlessly rushing towards the mechanical dragon, undaunted by enemy fire, displaying a heroic spirit of advancing wave after wave. Wieland, witnessing these scenes, was deeply moved.

He bit his lip tightly, his lower lip turning slightly white from the force, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force, and various thoughts surging in his mind like a turbulent tide.

In the end, only one sentence remained in his heart.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions, a barely perceptible bitter smile playing on his lips, and muttered to himself, "The Chinese people really... perhaps the united government really needs to move forward."

The voice was very soft, yet it seemed to have used all his strength.

Turning our attention back to the Kunlun Mountains, the mechanical dragon, which had been lying motionless on the ground, underwent an astonishing transformation after absorbing the dreamlike, magnificent golden light. It unfolded before everyone's eyes like a magical scroll.

Its body, which was originally covered with crisscrossing and shocking cracks, now seemed to be infused with a mysterious life force and began to heal rapidly.

The cracks seemed to be gently caressed by a pair of invisible, gentle hands, making a subtle and dense "crackling" sound, as if the shell was singing joyfully.

The severed limbs regrow at a visible speed, the new growth shimmering with a metallic luster, like the morning sun shining on a sparkling lake, as if demonstrating the tenacity and miracle of life.

At the same time, the chilling and sinister aura that it originally exuded was gradually being dispelled by a mysterious and peaceful power.

This power, like a spring breeze, gently enveloped the mechanical dragon, bringing warmth and tranquility, gradually devouring the evil aura.

Ultraman Naga stood quietly in place, his figure like a majestic mountain peak, steady and resolute.

He emanated a soft and holy light, as serene as moonlight yet containing boundless power. His facial expression remained largely unchanged, maintaining his usual calm and solemnity, but his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a focused intensity, as if the entire world consisted only of the mechanical dragon in need of help before him.

He raised his hands, stretching them forward, continuously channeling his energy. The muscles in his arms bulged slightly, their lines clearly defined, as if containing boundless power.

Energy surged from his palm like a rushing river, shimmering with brilliant light, and surged toward the mechanical dragon.

Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the speed at which he outputs energy from his hands is faster than before, and the light is becoming increasingly intense and dazzling, like a blazing sun illuminating the entire dark sky.

As the deep, resonant dragon's roar, seemingly traversing a time tunnel, grew clearer, it seemed to emanate from the depths of ancient times, carrying endless mystery and vicissitudes.

The mechanical dragon's body had completely transformed. It was no longer the fearsome and terrifying creature it once was; instead, it had transformed into a body radiating a soft and warm light.

The light was like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the thin mist at dawn, shining on the earth and bringing hope and vitality.

Its dragon scales shimmered with iridescent light: the red ones resembled burning flames, passionate and unrestrained; the pink ones were like the clouds on the horizon, soft and beautiful; the blue ones were like the deep ocean, mysterious and vast; the green ones were like the expansive forest, full of vitality; and the purple ones were like the dreamlike starry sky, deep and enchanting.

Each dragon scale reflects dreamlike colors, intertwining to form a magnificent picture, like an auspicious beast descended to earth from mythology.

That elegant posture, that sacred charm, is like the divine dragon in Chinese legends that roams the heavens, controls the wind and rain, and protects all living beings.

"What...what's going on?" Lina's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. Her mouth was slightly open, forming an "O" shape. She stared in astonishment at the changes before her, as if she were seeing a world completely beyond her comprehension. Her eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

The members of the Chinese fighter jet formation were also shocked by this sudden and unimaginable scene.

They all expressed their shock through the communication channel, and exclamations and sighs came through the earpieces one after another.

Some team members couldn't help but exclaim, "My God, this is unbelievable!" Others muttered to themselves, "How did they do that?"

Zhang Yu took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.

He frowned slightly, his eyes showing a thoughtful look, and his face carrying a hint of solemnity.

He said slowly, "Perhaps the spirit and power of these sacrificed pilots awakened some kind of benevolent will hidden within this mechanical dragon, and only with the power of the Naga could this body bear it..." His voice was steady and powerful, yet it carried a hint of uncertainty, as if he were exploring an unknown mystery.

Daigo nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought, his gaze revealing composure and wisdom. He stared intently at the mechanical dragon, his eyes focused and profound, as if trying to see into its very soul.

He said slowly, "It seems that this mechanical dragon was not born evil, but was simply exploited and distorted by aliens." His tone was calm yet firm, as if he had reached an important conclusion.

At this moment, the reborn mechanical dragon looked up at Ultraman Naga in the sky, its eyes filled with gratitude and awe.

It gently shook its head, its long neck gracefully curving, and emitted a low hum, a melodious and lingering sound, like a grateful melody flowing slowly through the air, as if expressing its sincerest gratitude to Ultraman Naga.

Ultraman Naga nodded slightly, a simple yet solemn gesture that carried an undeniable air of authority.

Then, his body gradually became ethereal, and the surrounding light grew increasingly dazzling, as if enveloping him entirely in a cocoon of light. Immediately afterward, he transformed into a brilliant ray of light and vanished into the distant horizon, leaving only a faint shadow, like a trace of his presence, seemingly telling the wondrous story that had just unfolded in the dissipating air.

At this moment, in the spacious, bright, tense yet orderly command center of TPC China branch.

A huge electronic screen occupied one wall, displaying live footage of the battle on the front lines. The images flickered, and colorful lights reflected on everyone's faces, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like the pulsating heartbeat of the battlefield.

General Wang, the branch manager, stood tall and straight in his neat military uniform in front of the large screen.

His gaze was fixed on the screen, sharp and focused, like an eagle eyeing its prey, not missing a single detail.

His expression was as solemn as a sculpture, his facial features were strong and cold, and the slight wrinkles on his forehead showed his inner gravity and contemplation.

When he saw the Chinese fighter jets working closely with the Victory Team to attack the mechanical dragon, his tense face finally showed a slight nod. The gesture was small, but it was full of approval and appreciation.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on the young staff officer beside him, his eyes carrying an undeniable air of authority.

He said in a deep but powerful voice, "Notify the logistics department to make sure the aftermath is handled properly." His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry immense weight, echoing throughout the command center.

The staff officer quickly straightened his body, put his feet together, snapped to attention, gave a crisp and precise salute, and loudly replied, "Yes, sir!" Then he turned around and strode away with firm and powerful steps to deliver the order. His figure looked particularly capable under the lamplight.

At that moment, the pilots' tense yet determined voices came through the communication channel, every word filled with the passion and resolve of battle, as if carrying the smell of gunpowder.

General Wang leaned forward slightly, bringing his ear close to the communication device, and listened intently to every report, his eyes revealing concern and focus, not missing a single subtle sound.

When he heard that the fighter jets were running out of power and that some pilots were planning a suicide attack, a fleeting look of pity flashed in his eyes. It was a look of compassion and reluctance for the lives of the soldiers. His pupils contracted slightly, as if his heart had been pierced with pain. Then, a light of admiration shone in his eyes, a light like a burning flame, filled with praise and respect for the pilots' brave and fearless spirit. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of pride that was barely perceptible.

Until Ultraman Naga appeared and turned the tide of the battle, General Wang's tense shoulders finally relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He let out a long sigh, his chest rising and falling with his breath, and the expression on his face eased slightly. The tense lines gradually softened, and a hint of relief appeared in his eyes.

Then, seeing the mechanical dragon undergo a strange change, he lowered his head slightly, crossed his arms over his chest, and pressed his elbows close to his body, falling into deep thought.

He frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the ground, as if pondering a significant question.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed firmly and decisively on the researchers beside him. His gaze carried an unquestionable commanding tone as he resolutely instructed, "Regardless of what happens to this mechanical dragon, we must obtain sufficient data."

In this atmosphere, someone softly murmured an ancient saying: "Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger." The Kunlun Mountains, this majestic and magnificent mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, have been regarded as the dragon vein of China since ancient times.

It stands tall on the land of China, witnessing countless historical changes and carrying the profound cultural heritage of the Chinese nation.

There is a legend in Japan about a parrot transforming into a phoenix, and now, on the land of China, facing such a magical and awe-inspiring scene, people firmly believe that the land of China must have its own legend.

However, the situation in North America is somewhat awkward.

While other places are telling fantastical stories about mythical beasts and divine creatures, the so-called "local specialties" of North America are vampire legends full of eeriness. In comparison, they inevitably pale in comparison.

In the bustling and noisy control room at TPC headquarters, the lights were bright, and various instruments and equipment flashed their indicator lights and emitted a soft hum. Ye Rui was sitting in front of the control panel, the tabletop of which was covered with documents and data, and the data on the computer screen flowed like a waterfall.

His eyes widened like saucers as he stared intently at the strange scene on the screen, his gaze filled with surprise and curiosity.

His fingers were frantically typing on the keyboard, so fast that they were almost blurring the keys, and the constant clattering of the keys filled the air.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dampened his collar, but he was completely unaware of it, as he devoted himself wholeheartedly to recording data.

In truth, he didn't fully understand the complex and miraculous situation before him, but based on his years of experience and intuition, he knew that all of this should be attributed to Nagana's magical and powerful strength.

However, he knew in his heart that it wasn't a big problem. After all, there was still a Chinese person in the base. He could just ask him for advice after the battle was over.

Therefore, at this moment, all he had to do was race against time to accurately record each set of data, providing detailed information for subsequent research.

After the fighter jets on site withdrew from the Kunlun Mountains, a sudden localized downpour began, as if giving the Kunlun Mountains a bath, and the mechanical dragon also merged into the mountains and hid.

Lin Yeming returned to the base and looked at the system panel, somewhat surprised.