Black Spark Lens

Although the five newly arrived wild Ultramen looked like rookies, and the light within them was pitifully weak, Ultraman Zero and Ultraman Cosmos did not look down on them. As warriors of justice themselves, after exchanging friendly looks, both sides reached an agreement.

Ultraman Zero: "Together?"

GUTS: "Okay!"

Those were not their exact words, but that was more or less what they meant in translation.

The seven Ultramen aggressively surrounded them. The Three-Headed Fire Golza immediately huddled together and let out low roars to indicate that it was dangerous. It was useless. They were beaten anyway.

Meanwhile, the Ultraman Nodoka had been talking about—Ultraman Tiga, or rather, Daigo—encountered the greatest crisis he had faced since becoming Ultraman.

Using the excuse of going to pee, Daigo slipped out of everyone's sight, found an inconspicuous patch of bushes to hide in, and took out the Spark Lens from his pocket. Just as he was about to transform into Ultraman Tiga, a shrill laugh rang in his ears.

Daigo turned around, and his breathing stopped. Two men in suits and ties, one skinny and one muscular, emerged from behind a large tree. They looked as if they had been waiting here for a long time. Their attire would have been perfectly normal in nearby Tokyo City, but it stood out far too much in these mountains and forests.

"Ha ha ha! Tiga, my old friend, thanks to you, we slept for a full thirty million years!" Darram smiled, though it was a smile brimming with hatred.

"Hitler... Darram... is that you?" Looking at the two men before him, Daigo instinctively called out names that felt unfamiliar.

"Tiga, you really do remember us!" The tall, skinny Hitler let out a sinister laugh. He looked every bit like a treacherous villain.

"Impossible. How could you..."