"Let me go! We're on the same side—we shouldn't fight our own!" the crocodile begged Ultraman.
"I'm fighting our own side!"
Ultraman ignored it and launched straight into a barrage of punches and kicks, venting to his heart's content.
The crocodile struggled desperately, releasing mist one moment and poison the next, but it was all useless. It could not harm Ultraman in the slightest.
Yet all around it, the flowers, grass, and trees suffered disaster, withering away completely.
The onlookers retreated several more steps.
The scene before them looked almost comical, but if any of them had gone up instead, they would have become the crocodile's meal—barely enough to fill the gaps between its teeth.
"Damn it! I'll give you all those Source Crystals. Stop hitting me!" Unable to resist, the crocodile could only submit.
"You can give them to me. How many people have you eaten these past few days?"
"I haven't eaten anyone. I've just kept my head down and worked," the giant crocodile argued.
"Oh? Which school are you from, then?"
"I'm not from any school. I'm an independent cultivator."
"Say it in a way I can understand."
"Nobody wanted me. I couldn't get in anywhere," the crocodile said dejectedly.
"Then how did you get here?"
"I was recruited. A school wanted cheap labor to work here, so I came along."
The crocodile answered every question, though Ordinary People naturally could not understand the conversation between it and Little Illusion.
All they could see was their Ultraman Angel holding the absolute upper hand.
That raised their devotion by another dozen percentage points. Some who had initially been doubtful now believed completely.
If it was not a god, how could it suppress such an enormous monster so easily?
The giant crocodile was over ten meters long and could