In the Monster Graveyard, Beria stood on a dark red meteorite.
He held the Plasma Spark Core in his left hand and the Ultimate Battle Nizer upside down in his right.
He could not help feeling a surge of triumph-
Tens of thousands of years.
There had not been so much as a blade of grass in the space prison, only unchanging darkness and the hateful aura that old bastard Ultraman King had left on the seal.
Every day, that aura reminded him that he was a failure, an exiled prisoner.
Throughout his imprisonment, he had longed for this day every waking moment.
Now, he was out.
Not only had he escaped, he had also seized the very lifeblood of the Land of Light.
"Mephilas, are you done yet?"
As Beria spoke, he slammed the Battle Nizer against the rock beneath his feet.
The tremors traveled through the ground, sending loose stones tumbling down.
His patience was almost gone.
Nearby, the Mephilas Alien stood before an enormous machine.
"Almost, Lord Beria. Please be patient."
The Mephilas Alien wiped his forehead and answered cautiously.
"Do we really need something this complicated?"
The Hipporit Alien leaned against an enormous Red King thighbone, idly kicking the rubble at his feet.
"Wouldn't waking these corpses with the Spark Core's energy do the same thing?"
"At best, that would only produce a bunch of moving lumps of flesh."
The Mephilas Alien shook his head and continued explaining, "Using only the energy supplied by the Plasma Spark Tower, combined with Lord Beria's Reiblood power, we could indeed animate the corpses in the Monster Graveyard and forcibly control them.
But they would be nothing more than puppets on strings, incapable of thought and unable to use even a tenth of the strength they had in life."
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