In London, a Mass Production Model aimed at Big Ben, gathering its strength as its metal joints meshed with a cold grinding sound.
Then a sudden chill swept up its back, and it jerked its head upward.
A crimson giant hovered majestically in the sky, his cape snapping in the turbulent wind. His face lay hidden in shadow, while the crown atop his head flared like a lion's mane. Ultraman Leo resembled a lion poised to pounce, his scarlet eyes glaring at the Mass Production Model below.
"So that's how it is..." The information his brothers had passed on echoed through his mind. Leo already understood: the enemy before him possessed extraordinarily powerful regeneration. Physical combat alone would not be enough to kill it for good.
But after desperate battles against the Disk Creatures and six thousand years of training, he had long since mastered numerous beam techniques. With the cape bestowed upon him by Ultraman King as well, this situation was nothing to fear.
Thinking of his disciple Zero, whose fate remained unknown, the humans ravaged by the Mass Production Models and the Final Angel, and that heinous "Human Instrumentality Project," Leo clenched his crimson fists. His lion-mane crown trembled faintly with his boiling fury-he had not been this angry in a very long time.
"How dare you do this to Zero... to humanity..."
"Roooar!" The Mass Production Model tilted its head back and let out a low roar, its sound waves making the surrounding air quiver.
"Hiyah!" Leo swept his right arm outward. His cape transformed into a streak of light and wound around his forearm as he landed firmly on the ground. Raising his right hand high and holding his left beside his chest, he assumed his signature opening stance. Clearly failing to recognize its opponent's strength,