"With these many medals… I wonder what kind of abilities I can actually get."
Yuzhou counted them carefully.
At the Space Garrison Headquarters alone, he had obtained eight medals.
On top of that, Hikari had practically handed him three more for free.
Eleven medals in total.
Truth be told, Yuzhou was collecting medals purely out of curiosity—he wanted to see what kind of Sublimation form he could achieve. They weren't strictly necessary.
If it came to real combat, activating Glitter or Dark forms would be more than enough. The power from Sublimation medals wasn't essential.
That said—
The medals of the so-called "Four Mysterious Ultras" were still worth collecting.
If he could fuse their powers through Sublimation, it might even push his own abilities to a higher tier.
"Ultraman King always disappears whenever the Land of Light is in trouble," Yuzhou muttered.
"No chance of getting his medal anytime soon."
Thinking it over, the most accessible target right now was Ultraman Saga.
When Saga appeared later, asking for a medal shouldn't be a problem.
Princess Yullian of the Land of Light was visibly shocked when she learned she had become Tartarus' target.
She hadn't expected Tartarus to plan on using her as leverage—to force the Land of Light into submission.
"So… Tartarus plans to ambush my ship while I'm end route to Planet Ganon for the Galactic Federation Conference?"
Yullian asked after hearing Yuzhou's explanation.
"That's right," Yuzhou nodded.
"If we set an ambush inside the ship, we can catch Tartarus completely off guard."
"I understand."
Yullian nodded calmly, already grasping her role in the plan.
Soon enough, the day of the Galactic Federation Conference arrived.
The royal spacecraft of the Land of Light streaked through space at high speed.
Inside the main hall of the ship were only Eighty, Yullian, and four identical-looking Ultra guards—clearly extras.
"Princess Yullian," one of the guards said formally, "We are about to arrive at Planet Ganon, the site of the Galactic Federation Peace Conference."
"I know."
Yullian nodded, her expression calm—but her guard was fully up.
Reaching Planet Ganon meant one thing:
Tartarus' attack was imminent.
Sure enough—
Just as vigilance rose in her heart, the spacecraft was struck with a thunderous boom and began shaking violently.
It didn't explode.
Before departure, Hikari had installed a powerful defensive barrier on the ship.
"Emergency landing on Planet Ebil—now!"
Eighty immediately gave the order.
Because the real battle was about to begin.
The ship soon descended onto a desolate planet.
Above them stretched an eerie, dark-red sky.
Below lay endless fields of shattered black rock.
Eighty led Yullian down from the ship, landing on the ground.
The four Ultra guards followed closely behind.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time—hehehehe!"
A heavy, mocking voice echoed ahead.
Yullian and the others looked up—
Standing there was the Space Fear Demon, Zett, the same enemy who had fought Taiga before.
Behind him stood an entire Zetton Legion.
"Space Fear Demon… Zett," Eighty called out his name.
Yullian, however, remained composed, her gaze sweeping across the Zetton army.
"Surrender without resistance!"
Zett shouted, waving his arm.
The Zettons surged forward like a storm.
The four Ultra guards showed no fear, each assuming a combat stance.
The clash was immediate.
Led by Eighty and Yullian, the Ultras engaged the Zetton Legion head-on.
Despite being outnumbered, Eighty and Yullian fought with remarkable ease.
The four guards were even more impressive—each strike precise, each movement disciplined.
Frankly, such combat ability was wasted on background roles.
"I didn't expect Princess Yullian of the Land of Light to be this strong,"
Zett sneered as he engaged her directly.
Fighting her up close, he immediately felt it—
Her power was extraordinary.
Even her hand-to-hand strikes felt restrained, as if she hadn't gone all out.
Attack after attack flowed seamlessly toward him.
For a moment, Zett found himself struggling to keep up.
Yet after some time, he sensed something odd—
Yullian's pressure weakened slightly.
After exchanging blows for a while, Yullian and Eighty pulled back, creating distance from the Zetton Legion.
At that moment—
Three figures descended from the sky, landing between the two sides.
Three Ultramen.
Ultraman Taiga.
Ultraman Mebius.
Ultraman Z.
"Brother Eighty! Are you alright?"
Mebius turned back, concern clear in his voice.
"We're fine," Eighty nodded.
"But the enemy is strong. Be careful."
"Understood!"
"Hey—who are you supposed to be?"
Zett stared at Z with confusion.
He recognized Taiga and Mebius.
But this Ultraman with a Z-shaped Colour Timer—he had never seen before.
"You're the Space Fear Demon Zett, right?"
Z shot back.
"That name is seriously confusing!"
"I'm Z!"
"Ultraman Z—disciple of Ultraman Zero!"
Given how similar their names sounded, Z and Zett exchanged a few sharp words before fighting.
Introductions—and mockery—over.
Taiga, Mebius, and Z charged straight into the Zetton Legion, initiating a full-scale group battle.
Eighty and the four guards joined in as well, reigniting the fierce melee.
Yullian, however, remained at the sidelines, calmly observing the battlefield—completely unflustered.
Mebius summoned the Mebium Blade, slashing through Zettons in rapid succession, sparks flying with each strike.
After a brief exchange, he fired a beam and eliminated one Zetton outright.
Then—
He shifted into Burning Brave Form, fiery patterns igniting across his body.
"Now, Mebius!"
Eighty called out as he moved beside him.
Both unleashed their attacks simultaneously—
Eighty's beam and Mebius' blazing fireball converged on Zett.
But Zett crossed his arms and blocked both attacks head-on.
On the other side—
Z and Taiga were locked in intense combat.
Z, however, was clearly still too young, spending most of the fight on the defensive.
Thankfully, he was tough.
Even after being struck repeatedly by Zettons, he kept getting back up—
all while loudly complaining about how absurdly strong they were.