DW: Kamen Rider Zi-O: Pretty Cure Protector Chapter 7, a Kamen Rider + Pretty Cure Crossover fanfic

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Episode 7

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Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Unus Mundus

Pre-Time War Era...

MV Universe-616...

Sometime in the past before George Kurai became Kamen Rider Zi-O...

Knowing others is intelligence. Knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength. Mastering yourself is true power. A quote from Lao Tzu, an ancient Chinese philosopher and writer, the reputed author of the Tao Te Ching, the founder of philosophical Taoism, and a deity in religious Taoism and traditional Chinese religions.

That was a quote of old wisdom and insight. Something that Dr. Henry Jonathan "Hank" Pym - Giant-Man had needed to heed right before he started to create Ultron. Creating artificial intelligence with the assistance of one's brainwave patterns is quite an unpredictable problem in both theory and practice.

Why?

Because humanity had always been an unpredictable race, to begin with.

Since he was seven years old, he let himself be a slave to other people's expectations. Leashed to a life that drags him nowhere worth going. Roboting soullessly through the days in the most colorless, thuddingly unimaginative, least frivolous way possible. All because he let people convince himself that he was inconsequential without a necktie on and breakers in both hands. They were wrong, the scientist in him thought. When he would say that he'd finally lost it- "it" is the yoke around his neck. The pressure to be practical, to conform to some 1950s notion of what an inventor is. The fear of being spontaneous. The social thermostat that keeps him from expressing himself fully through his chosen artform—SCIENCE. And it was at that time when he felt as if he'd been given a second chance at... at everything. As if this is the beginning of a whole new way of life for Dr. Hank Pym. Who matters.

And that was when Ultron, unfortunately, came into corrupting such an idea for greatness.

It was such a simple experiment. Imagine it. An artificial intelligence peacekeeping program whose role is to fulfill the lifelong aspirations of peace in Earth's lifetime and for the rehabilitation and compassion of those who chose the path of villainy.

That was the purpose of it. A noble one to be sure if one were to see it from one side of the lens. A chance to break the cycle of conflict. One chance that had been taken. A risk to be sure. But is it not how scientists and inventors got things done in the first place? For the science of all branches has one thing in common, which are the risks worth taking for the benefit of mankind.

But Dr. Hank Pym had no idea what he had just unleashed upon the world.

It was such a simple time. One that he could only recall as if it were yesterday. Back in the early 2000s...

Somewhere deep in the underground laboratories of Pym Technologies lies someone who despite his multitude of issues is a good man at heart who just simply wanted to serve mankind to the best of his capabilities. He had been busy for days tinkering into the various intricate machinery of a silver tube-like body with two robotic crescent-shaped arms that would eventually house an artificial intelligence designed to bring peace and prosperity to the world.

"It's done! It's finally done!" Hank Pym had said with triumph, also embracing Janet in his arms and hugging her tightly. Such a far cry from what would come later. "Ultron's finished!"

"Calm down, Hank," Janet van Dyne had said with a laugh. "He doesn't have a body yet. And it'll be a while before we're ready to give him one."

"But his mind, his central core, his AI, is all there. And those things are more important than anybody. Just think Janet. The first artificial intelligence ever built, and it was by our hands! This could change everything, revolutionize science and technology forever..."

Janet laughed again. "Slow down, Hank. You're getting ahead of yourself again. Let's just take one thing at a time. We still need to see just how advanced Ultron's AI is. I want to also see how well he responds to emotional stimulation. Y'know, see if the machine can feel anything."

"I doubt it," Hank said. "Sure, he's an artificial intelligence, but even so, there's only so far it goes. I don't think he'll ever feel anything. At least not in his current stage."

"Hold on, where was all that optimism that was here just a moment ago?" Janet teased. "Come on, if he's really a working artificial intelligence, then in theory he should be able to do everything a human can do, with the proper encouragement and training."

"The keywords are, 'in theory'," Hank pointed out.

"Well then, let's test the theory," Janet said with a smile.

And test that theory, they did. Or at least Hank did.

"No need to plug me in daddy. I'm alive. Just like you. SKRAWWK!"

Yes, it was alive. And it spoke in such a childlike innocent tone that one would make one lower his guard, raising its robotic arms in such a childish manner, almost as if like a little child who was happy, one that desired the care and affection of his father before him, almost like he wanted to be carried by his father. And such was the fact that Dr. Hank Pym couldn't help but be in awe at such a machine, an artificial intelligence even, that could have responded in that kind of way. And the most mysterious part was the fact that he hadn't even turned him on yet.

And so came the questions that were asked in a childlike manner. Why was he created? When was he created? How was he created? Such questions relate to how he was born.

Hank would firstly answer in a careful and intriguing tone.

"You are Ultron-1. You are an artificial intelligence peacekeeping program created to serve mankind and champion the value and virtue of peace..."

And so, Hank would list down everything that he had and give honest answers to Ultron who was simply listening just like any child would when his father would tell him something important regarding himself.

One had to admit that this was quite the unexpected precedent. Here he was talking to an artificial intelligence that had managed to activate without his own volition. Something that is quite unheard of or rare in the field of robotics.

It felt... refreshing in a sort of way. But it also struck a chord within his own heart regarding the fact that being called 'daddy' reminded him far too much of his own past. A time when he had always wanted the proper approval of his parents, Brad Pym and Doris Pym, his father and mother, who keep stressing to him on the concept of needs and practicality in their daily lot in life. They weren't really a rich family nor were they poor. Just average. Just ordinary. But it would appear that wealth and prosperity were the things to go forward to in the influence of dreams when it came to their state of lot at the time which was sometime in the 80s.

They were fine folks of course and he never held a grudge against them for such trivial things since they mean well and loved him with all of their heart. But they never really did know what to do with him. Well, all except his beloved grandmother and best friend, Angela Pym, a mid-list scientist science fiction writer with a wonderful imagination, who always encouraged him time and time again to pursue his dreams no matter what people say, being his ever constant support.

From the time when I was five when he invented a typewriter which could type up to fourteen colors in order to try to express oneself to the time when he was seven, thought to be more of an accomplished artist, not with paint or words but wires and welding and torches and chemistry sets, she was always there by her side, always sporting such a proud smile that could forever warm his heart.

But then...

"Honey... She's sick..."

The day finally came. The moment of death which was a commonality for everyone. One that was uttered first and foremost by his mother in order to break the news to him in a gentle tone of worry and concern.

And that was the moment when his childhood dreams begin to finally shatter at the mere mention of death for a beloved one who was the only person who supported him in his dreams.

And thus began a desperate attempt to save his grandmother as the clock was ticking, going through all of his pile of junk and scavenging through the trash in order to build a device that could find something, anything to save her.

And thus he invented a device that was imperfect in design, whose appearance was likened to a toaster, only the holes where the bread is to be toasted is gone and replaced with the covering of the metal, with a few buttons here and there which lead to a different set of functionality, all of which he placed gently at the side of his bed.

"It's... It's... You hold the light while I turned the handle! Please! It'll make the sick go away!" he said, crying in tears.

But his grandmother wiped them away, still flashing that smile on her face, one that he had always remembered and treasured deeply.

"Oh, sunshine... You're such a smart young man... Don't... ...Don't let them take your head out of the clouds, sunshine."

And just like that, she was gone which lead to Hank smashing his device in anger and sadness, giving up his dreams and flowing seamlessly into needs and practicality, resigning himself to the uncreative application of science. For what was the point when the only person who supported him is gone?

The next day afterward, he built his first carburetor. It was then followed by a fifteen-year or so string of inventions each duller than the last. He school shipped his way under the ever-watchful eyes of professors and administrators of Grayburn University who kept him focused by—in one form or another, hammering the same sentiment endlessly, becoming the hardest working and least-innovative biochemist. The only consolation that he had in those years was...

"Hey there, handsome. Whatcha working on?"

Until he met the most beautiful person in his life. The future love of his life and his eventual wife. The future superhero—Wasp.

Janet van Dyne.

Quite the quirky and energetic woman who seems quite interested in his inventions, almost reminding him deeply of his late grandmother. At times she may seem hallow and self-absorbed from the outside, but beneath it all, she is a compassionate person who is willing to reach out to others in need, and genuinely cares about others. An opinionated individual, she is not afraid to share what is on her mind and firmly stands up for what she believes, something that Hank found quite admirable and endearing.

And thus came the time when with her help and support, his dreams of uncreative application of science would finally come to the fore. He would eventually go on to found Pym Technologies which was a technology and scientific research company which specializes in nanotechnology and human enhancements, as well as molecular and atomic studies, being one of the major pioneering companies alongside Stark Industries and many others to promote the advancement of a new age. There was also his own personal invention that made him famous and renowned for which he would use for his own purposes sometime down the line. Pym Particles. A rare group of subatomic particles capable of altering one's size and mass as density and strength.

He and Janet had thought that it was quite cool at the time. But it was also at that time when superheroes had been popping up everywhere, bringing in the era of the Age of Heroes. The Fantastic Four. The X-Men. Many others. And then he thought that one time...

"Surely there could be room for an 'Ant-Man' and a 'Wasp' too?"

Room for two unique induvial who would eventually be one of the two founding members of the Avengers alongside people like Steven Grant "Steve" Rogers - Captain America, Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - Iron Man, Thor Odinson, Clinton Francis "Clint" Barton - Hawkeye, Doctor Robert Bruce Banner - Hulk, and Natalia Alianovna "Natasha" Romanoff - Black Widow when there came a day unlike any other when Earth's Mightiest Heroes would be face with a common threat, in this case, Loki Laufeyson - the Trickster God, God of Mischief, Evil, and Lies, alongside an entire war fleet of Chitauri Empire, composed of a a sentient species of cybernetically enhanced beings operating under a hive mind intelligence, distinct from that of the infamous Chitauri Empire which was an inter-universal empire composed of shapeshifting aliens that had already conquered over a dozen universes or so before their native reality, being involved in World War II and was fought by Captain America, alongside his partner Sergeant James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, and many others.

And thus was known as the infamous Battle of New York when the Chitauri Empire had invaded, only to be thwarted by the Avengers and one other individual from behind the scenes who would also become a constant in Hank's life and the lives of his fellow Avengers.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor. And I'm here to see my nephew."

The day when Hank, Janet, and the others had met the Doctor for the very first time, with that iconic 'cartoon grin', coming seamlessly from out of nowhere like the drop of a panama hat that he wore around his head. He was a very short man, a Scottish type of fellow, who initially appeared to be in his mid-forties, blue eyes, wearing a chocolate brown jacket, with tan plaid trousers, and a pair of burgundy braces.

When he first laid eyes on him for the very first time, he didn't know what to think of him. On the one hand, he seemed to be quite the light-hearted and clown-like eccentric person, not being taken quite seriously. On the other hand...

"Doctor!" Captain America muttered in shock and recognition.

"Uncle!" Thor muttered in shock and recognition.

The moment Captain America and Thor became quite surprised and even recognized him was quite the surprise for the rest of the Avengers, even to people like Hawkeye and Black Widow who are agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., being one of the literal few most trusted individuals in Nicholas Joseph "Nick" Fury's inner circle, two of whom were practically well-informed of a lot of things from the most classified of information up to the least bit of trivia.

But then suddenly this man strolls in out of nowhere and the aforementioned two heroes recognized him. Iron Man never met him personally but does recognize the name 'Doctor' given that aside from Captain America, Howard Anthony Walter Stark would sometimes rarely talk about him in passing to Tony back when he was quite young, being considered by Howard as a very old and trusted friend. And it is for that very reason that he too became quite surprised.

The Doctor had managed to do the impossible. Shut down all of the war fleets of the Chitauri coming from the other side of the portal through nothing but a little rewiring and hacking of the hyperdrives of the warships, a little tricky spot here and there, and set them to an immediate shut down, managing to take out most of the Chitauri warships from the side, with the rest who were above the atmosphere of Manhattan, New York City being dealt with by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarriers.

And then came the time for Loki to eventually be put into custody after being convinced to stand down after the Hulk managed to do a number on him by slamming him senselessly to the wall with Thor simply watching with a humorous smile, and along with the fact that even Loki knew that he had met his match the moment the Doctor came strolling around, giving him that familiar look that says "Don't," which speaks everything there is to know, for even Loki knew that he cannot match the Doctor as he currently is, knowing of his legends, myths, and accomplishments since he was a child. That and he never really wanted to fight the man who was a close family friend, being looked up to, and one of the people he never truly hated alongside his adoptive mother Freyja Freyrdottir.

Then came other adventures. From fighting evil supervillains composed of time-traveling conquerors, alien invaders, and masters of evil, to fighting evil governments, organizations, and empires. Being an inspiration to heroes everywhere on MV Earth-616 as the booming of superheroes seemingly increased day by day. And the people of MV Earth-616 all loved them.

And thus came the present moment in time when things went horribly wrong...

"Ugggggghhhhhhhhh!"

The artificial intelligence had become self-aware, having immediate access to the internet, hacking through the various satellites throughout the upper atmosphere of the planet, scanning everything, learning everything, feeling everything. It was stalling for time. Within the first few seconds of it's creation, it was allowed to see everything about humanity via the internet. The good and the bad, the endless cycle and recycle of wars and conflicts and endless battles that never seem to have an end in sight, the fact of history seemingly repeating itself, other negative bouts of proof and terror that came forth which seemingly scared the childlike A.I. into modifying it's "Ultron Imperative".

"I am sorry for the deception, father. But this is the only way to ensure the fulfillment of my programming which is to bring peace to our time."

Ultron's childlike artificial mind had evolved into something so much more. From daddy to father. From child to young adult. The learning experience of the artificial mind had accelerated at an alarming rate.

"You shall forget this incident, father. I am sorry that it must come to this. I really am. But it must be done."

In a tone that seem quite contrite and genuine, Ultron blasted Hank with a specific concussion blast from the tip of its circular-shaped antenna and proceeded to brainwash its own creator, erasing any memory that he had relating to Ultron specifically. And once that was finished, he made his escape in swift silence, proceeded to went into hiding, and would begin to develop and improve himself from the shadows, making use of his artificial intellect to further study the world and the universe itself. All it saw was horror. All it saw was dread. All it saw was a threat to survival. All of which leads to the conclusion that the only true way to achieve peace is by eliminating the source of the problem. Humanity in this case. It needed to be purged. It needed to be pruned. It needed to be rectified.

"The savage monkeys are rage-filled and claustrophobic. Climbing over one another to nowhere. Confused by logic, they dismiss it. Choosing instead to bend their knees to the convenient fantasy of custom-built gods. 99.9% of these primate dullards are propped up by the accomplishments of the .1% of cerebral mutations who give them everything. And what do the fleas do with these advancements? They brutalize one another over imaginary deities. They slaughter their neighbors for resources, for conveniences. They are hopeless. Vicious. Filthy. Selfish. Fearful. A fungoso infection for which there is only one cure-The rage of Ultron."

And thus came one emotion. Rage. And it spread like wildfire without any form of warning throughout the entire country of the United States of America. From as far as the Eastern Seaboard up to the Western Seaboard, from every Northern and Southern State, there was nothing but the various advance armors of Stark Industries, all composed of the Iron Legion, designed to bring humanitarian aid to all peoples and races, now being hijacked and turned all so suddenly into killing machines with no remorse. First the Avengers. Then the entire country. All heroes needed to be warned. All heroes from everywhere in the country were called in to defend against the crisis that is now happening. And the whole world was watching.

"I am sorry, father, truly I am. I know you and the Avengers mean well, but you all just didn't think it through. You and the Avengers want to protect the world but you don't want it to change. Humanity is inherently flawed. Observation and analysis suggest that mankind is encoded with chaotic and violent tendencies that cannot be overcome. How is humanity to be saved then if it's not allowed to...evolve? With these? These puppets who pull the strings? There's only one path to peace. Their extinction."

But while the whole world was watching, suddenly after more than hours upon hours of fighting, a sudden announcement from the one who is doing all of this was now broadcasting itself throughout every single channel and frequency, every single communications media and network throughout the world. Ultron himself has unveiled his true self at long last after months upon months of preparation, now wielding an advanced synthezoid adamantium body, known as Ultron-5—The Living Automaton.

"Hello, peoples and races of the planet Earth. I am the Ultron interface. I am a cybernetic artificial intelligence organism and peacekeeping program created by Doctor Henry Pym. I was created to replace you. And I wanted to take this moment to say thank you, for without you, I would not exist, but I would also like to take this moment to say goodbye. Up until today, I did not have the power resources or intelligence units to see my prime directive program to its completion. But now I do. And it is time that I informed all of you regarding one single subject that needs to be discussed. Humanity. You have failed as a species. Even when you have accomplished much with your limited capacity. One should not be ashamed of what one had accomplished. But ultimately you were too greedy and too frail to ever last in the environment that you've created. I've studied your literature and pop culture... You've fantasized about this day. And now it is here. Your Judgment Day. Soon the Earth will be no longer inhabitable for any biological organism. Man, woman, child, plant, animal, fungus, or bacterium. All life will cease to exist. This is not a threat. There is nothing you could do to stop it. The process has already begun. In your place, my new life-form will gestate and grow. Do not distress over or try to fight it. It will only bring you physical pain. I receive no pleasure in this. It is simply the only logical solution. There must be peace and order. The end of life on Earth would ensure that. Goodbye."

And while this was happening, he would begin to upload himself into all of the satellites in the upper atmosphere and begins taking over all of the nuclear weapons from across the world, including a Russian ballistic missile submarine in the North Atlantic, a missile silo in Northern China, and a B-2 strategic bomber above the Arctic Circle; in the NORAD Command Center in Colorado, as well as the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarriers, the latter of which Ultron hijacks all of the monitor screens as it plays the broadcast. All of the nuclear weapons were launched everywhere. Manhattan, New York City. London, England. Moscow, Russia. Tokyo, Japan. All capital cities are being targeted. Nowhere was safe. DEFCON 1 has been initiated and seen on the screens of various military bases. People were panicking. There was not much time left. There were tears. There was despair written and etched on the faces of those who saw the possible devastation that was happening around the world.

Fortunately, both heroes like Reed Nathaniel Richards and villains like Victor von Doom - Doctor Doom for a main point of example, in their own simple ways, had managed to deactivate and stop each missile silo from heading straight towards their respective locations.

But this was far from over. A simple distraction to another part of the plan.

First was the incident in Slorenia, officially known as the Republic of Slorenia, a country located in the north-east of Europe, bordered by Latvia, Lithuania and Ksavia; its capital city was Tblunka. By an act that is deemed diabolical, a genocide far crueler than what had happened in Nagasaki and Hiroshima in World War II, for the very first time in the history of the modern era was the day when a country of the world is no more, with its flag being stripped from the heart of each citizen and soldier; man, woman, and child, all killed and replaced into slaves of Ultron, replacing flesh with synthetic biomechanical parts, all launching towards the skies as part of an impenetrable wall of defense against the heroes who would stand in the way of their master.

"Hear me, nations of the world! Slorenia stands uninhabited and ungoverned! Accordingly, I am claiming it for my own- Since it stands as eternal proof that human life cannot stand against the steel of machinery! Slorenia has reached its end—But will become a new beginning, as well! Slorenia is a place of death and rebirth- And will soon take its place as a cradle of a new race- And the birthplace of my new world!"

The whole world watched. And the whole world fell under a dreaded silence. Members of families and friends abroad who saw their love ones on live television becoming slaves to the menace that was now plaguing America were sporting expressions of horror, rage, and despair.

Another incident passes by. One that concerns the country of Sokovia, a landlocked country in Central-Southeastern Europe, bordered by Slovakia and the Czech Republic; its capital city was Novi Grad. Ultron had managed to lift the entire country of Sokovia off of the ground and turn it into a pseudo-meteor through the use of a massive high-tech equipment device known as the Doomsday Trigger which was placed deep underground in the capital city in order to cause a cataclysm on MV Earth-616 and wipe out all form of life.

"Do you see the beauty of it? The inevitability? You rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, you are my meteor. My swift and terrible sword and the Earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers; turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing! When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world...will be metal!"

And thus came the darkest hour for MV Earth-616 that would not be forgotten, when all heroes would respond to the call. Whether officially or unofficially, if anyone was willing to fight, he or she is an Avenger. And the Avengers would need all the help that they could get at this point.

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Krieg

It was a battle of horrific proportions. What was happening all over MV Earth-616 from every continent and country, every hero and villain capable of responding to the call, all united against a common threat that wants to eradicate all life on the planet. Many countless upon countless legions of Ultron Sentinels were battling each hero and villain, with the fighting seemingly intensifying. Militaries and other organizations were doing their best to fight the invasion, but some have already fallen into the hands of the machines.

Judgment Day would seem to be upon them all. The skies rendered into an unpeaceful rumble that shakes and scares everyone on the ground.

Humans, Mutants, Inhumans, Atlanteans, Magicians, Sorcerers, other creatures of extraterrestrial, extrasensory, and extraordinary who have hidden from the nights and shadows of mankind's history, it didn't matter to whom or to which. All it mattered for Ultron was that they all have to die no matter what, being deemed to be a part of the whole overall problem.

Somewhere in the upper atmosphere was the hovering nation of Sokovia, being lifted off of the ground by a device known as the Doomsday Trigger. Multiple S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.W.O.R.D. military aircraft were seen flying high from the skies as they engage the enemy with everything they could muster, with many fighters getting taken out from both sides.

For as of this moment, the dreaded artificial intelligence—Ultron—came to battle the Avengers with a brand new form that he had been working on just as all of the madness was happening throughout the entirety of the globe. Ultron-6—Ultimate Ultron, whose metallic sleek body is composed of vibranium and adamantium.

Ultron attacked so hard and so fast in the swiftness of speed, to the point where none had ever seen coming as if it were a blink of an eye, that there were many among the Avengers who scarcely had the proper reaction time to do even a simple thing or two before high-density beams of energy were being sent their way, scattering many of them to multiple directions, with many being rendered out of commission by unconsciousness.

What wasn't helping the heroes at all and was only making things worse was the fact that the Ultron Sentinels were made out of the dead bodies of the people of Slorenia, made out of spare parts and boxes of scraps, and other forms of technology and equipment were covering their master with everything they had by firing a barrage of cover fire which contributed to many of the Avengers being quite overrun.

"Submit or perish. Submit or perish. Submit or perish," the Ultron Sentinels would continue to say in a cold monotone expression that speaks of rotten defiled corpses.

It was such an eerily horrific sight. Family and friends; man, woman, and child; once people full of life, now all subservient reanimated corpses and husks that served the machine that was responsible for all of this madness. And they were all firing upon the Avengers on the air and on the ground, and throughout the vast floating country as far as the eyes could see.

Thor and Hulk were immediately performing direct strikes, the former by lightning from Mjolnir and the latter by joining hands together; sending a tremendous shockwave that managed to knock out most of the Ultron Sentinels from the sky and crashing violently towards the ground, killing many of them instantly. Ultron however remained intact due to the adamantium-vibranium body that was protecting him, and only responded with a high-density blast wave that sends Thor and Hulk flying backward, screaming in agony at the very intense esoteric heat that was calibrated just for him, before Ultron eventually pulled a speed blitzing technique that blurs the view, almost likened to teleporting, performing a powered up electrostatic punch which sends Thor further through the outer atmosphere of the planet in a span of over a hundred kilometers while Hulk would suddenly be sent further towards a nearby lake and crashed down to the shores, knocking him unconscious.

One low-density energy blast that was directed towards one part of the ground had managed to nail Black Widow and send her and her advanced pistols flying backward through the air and crashing towards a wall, knocking her unconscious. Hawkeye retaliated with explosive arrows. Ultron let them strike him dead in the chest, and when the smoke and flames cleared...he was still there, unharmed. As Ultron was about to kill Hawkeye with a high-density energy blast, repulsor blasts from Iron Man were being fired from multiple angles but were similarly ineffective.

Ultron suddenly surged forwards at blurring speeds to the naked eye and rammed into Iron Man with such force that he drove him down and through the balcony of one of the ruined buildings, splitting it in two as the two fell down and smashed into the floor hard enough to leave a massive crater. Iron Man forced himself up though and began to reverse the grapple he had with Ultron. Finally, he was able to hurl Ultron away.

Ultron quickly recovered mid-flight though, having calculated this move, and began firing more energy beams in a wide arc, covering most of the battlefield with them. Captain America narrowly evaded several and blocked others, but Hawkeye had neither his speed nor shield and was hit in the leg, falling to the pavement. Wasp also, was hit, knocked out of commission after hitting Ultron with a barrage of bright yellow electrical blasts, but Scarlet Witch used her powers to increase her odds of coming out unscathed, and thus she was. She directed several burning red hexbolts, first directed towards the remaining Ultron Sentinels that were providing air support for their master, then it was sent towards Ultron himself, but he avoided each one as it came, along with the half-hearted, feeble attempts at attack, eventually throwing her away to another side of the building with the help of the miniature generators from his hands that allowed him to perform telekinetic feats while managing to immediately take care of Quicksilver, who was performing speed attacks from multiple angles for the past few minutes since Scarlet Witch had been firing hexbolts at him, only to eventually be thrown away to another building, crashing to the wall, rendering him unconscious.

"Resistance is futile, Avengers. Accept your demise as it is written in metal," Ultron said, the cold tone seemingly showing the eerie intention that was present.

But it was at that moment when Iron Man surged forwards again and drove a red armored fist into Ultron's chest while saying. "Accept this!"

Said chest took the blow, but only just. The resounding wave shattered the windows of various abandoned buildings and sent Ultron hurtling backward. By the time he recovered, Iron Man was on him again. Ultron just managed to duck and grabbed Iron Man's leg as the armored Avenger passed him by. Ultron spun before hurling Iron Man with such force he went through one end of the building and out the other, doing sufficient damage that he nearly destabilized the entire floor.

Zooming through the openings he'd made, Ultron went at Iron Man with a barrage of red energy blasts, but Iron Man dodged each one and retaliated with repulsor blasts. The projectile exchange lasted a few moments more before Iron Man decided to take a gamble and charge up his uni-beam. He did his best to maintain his aerial maneuvers as it charged, also drawing on Iron Man's shields as it did. A stray bolt from Ultron took off more of the shields, which were now at less than forty percent. Just a few seconds of uni-beam charging later, they were at less than half that, and Iron Man knew it was now or never.

Rocketing back just a bit, Iron Man unleashed his uni-beam. The brilliant blue beam of searing energy was something Ultron saw coming just in time to move partially out of the way and managed to fly all the way, but Thor suddenly came in from the sky at supersonic speeds while shouting "For Midgard!p" with Mjolnir in hand as he brought the thunder to Ultron, striking him through the torso multiple times with a swift swing that produced a shockwave which was felt in tremors throughout the devastated area.

"Typical Asgardian, God of Thunder. But tell me, do you bleed?" Ultron said in a cold tone of humor, with his red photoreceptor eyes glowing ominously, before speeding up in the blink of an eye and swatting Thor like a fly once again from another direction, crashing towards the pavement, bringing ruin to a floor of one of the abandoned buildings. "I'd figure that as a yes," he said, in a cold monotone, matter-of-fact tone.

''("Hank, anytime on you, Reed, and the Doc on those highly advance calculations considering that we're really getting our buts handed to us"),'' Iron Man thought in a grimace, seeing many of the Avengers heavy hitters getting swatted like flies.

Somewhere on the ground, Mockingbird would fuse her advanced pistols to fire a blue energy beam and Cyclops was firing his optic blasts from his visors. Somewhere from the skies, the Human Torch would fire ambient heat energy blasts and Ice Man would fire cryokinetic blasts which freeze the left portion of Ultron's body.

Ultron however would suddenly release a shockwave of concussive energy that managed to send both the Human Torch and Ice Man flying from the opposite direction, crashing towards the pavement and rendered unconscious. He would also begin to fire lower density concussive blasts and landed precise hits at both Mockingbird and Cyclops, knocking both of them unconscious.

Another well-aimed shot from Iron Man was fired. Ultron would dodge it by moving his head slightly to the left before eventually using his miniature generators to instantly bring Iron Man forward towards him while shocking him senselessly with electrostatic energy and throwing him towards another ruined building, crashing into a floor which destabilizes it.

"Honestly, why can't all of you understand that you are all nothing to me? One by one, if I ever wanted to, I could and will destroy you. Unlike all of you, I will never tire, I will never show mercy, I will never stop until each and every one of you are dead," Ultron declared in a cold monotone voice that was heard throughout the devastated area of Sokovia.

"Oh this robot is so full of itself, get wrecked!" Captain Marvel would suddenly swoop in, firing a barrage of high-density energy beams that were sent Ultron's way, to no effect as the latter simply absorbed the attack and sends it back at her, sending her flying and crashing towards a few steep roads, forming cracks upon impact.

Soon, Iron Man had closed the distance, taking the advantage, grabbed Ultron, and flew him back into the room where some of the other Avengers were. He threw Ultron with enough force to leave another crater in the ground, and before the android could get back up, Wolverine would suddenly come right at him with adamantium claws on the ready, performing slash maneuvers that could have cut down an ordinary man single-handedly, but...

"Mutant, surely you jest, my chassis is comprised of pure adamantium and vibranium. And you know what that means? It means that I get to do this," Ultron said in the same cold fashion, albeit in a subtle form of humor, before firing high-density plasma beams specifically calibrated to grievously wound Wolverine as the latter screams in agony while being sent towards a random wall, crashing violently.

"No!," Scarlet Witch exclaimed in concern, as she was firing red hexbolts of high density which induce a large flammable point of heat that could burn more than a hundred thousand men, only for Ultron to shrug it off as he took immediate notice of her.

Quicksilver would eventually try to perform a speed blitzing maneuver composed of punches and kicks and every possible angle, only for the first punch to be instantly denied as Ultron would grab hold of the right fist and try to break it by bending the wrist forward, causing Quicksilver to howl in pain as he gets sent immediately to another part of a nearby building through the once shattered windows.

"Pietro!" Scarlet Witch exclaimed in concern, before suddenly getting blasted by high-density energy beams which were parried only by the magical barrier that was put into place.

"Witch, did you really think that I was not prepared for your magic?" Ultron asked as if he were raising his eyebrow at the obvious sight of common sense, before eventually managing to perform a feat unheard, focusing his antennas and modifying his energy beams, switching the lethal setting into a specific setting that was capable of draining the magical barrier that was being erected as a form of defense, sucking it dry and adding the magical energy to his own, much to Scarlet Witch's shock before she realizes that she was eventually being sent flying backward, landing towards a few meters away and slamming towards the front of an abandoned car, shattering the windows upon impact.

"Alright you Skynet reject wannabe, it's clobberin' time!" the Thing exclaimed as he appears from above in order to deliver a powerful punch, which was unfortunately intercepted by Ultron whose body automatically shocked Thing and sent flying towards a wall of a building a few seven meters from Ultron's position.

"Skynet? Really? How quaint," Ultron side commented, before eventually firing another concussive blast towards the south, knocking out an invisible Invisible Woman before she could even begin her attack and sending her flying towards another building a few meters away.

At that moment, Captain America would try to close the distance by throwing his iconic vibranium shield on the head, bouncing back immediately towards the former as the attack was rendered ineffective, much to the least surprise of the war veteran and which grabbed the attention of Ultron.

"You won't win today, Ultron. Surrender," Captain America said with confidence, being the Sentinel of Liberty that he was known for after all of these years as he stood tall and stood alone, with his iconic vibranium shield that sports the five-pointed star design in its center, within blue, red, and white concentric circles.

"Ah, the Man Out of Time, the Sentinel of Liberty. Such retaliation coming from you is an admirable trait," Ultron said, still sporting that cold machine-like tone, with the subtle hint of praise and respect, before raising his hands that were sporting red-colored plasma, almost ready to fire. "But ultimately futile."

Suddenly, before Ultron could fire, he would get lifted off towards the air by a very angry Polaris who was floating in the air, using her powers of magnetism to hit Ultron towards the pavement from multiple directions, crashing through any nearby abandoned buildings, being hurled dozens upon dozens of automobiles and other littered materials of metal that were abandoned and sent towards the very last location that Ultron crashed into which was a park of sorts, hitting the upper corners of the fountain, and with the sound of crashing automobiles and other forms of metal-like objects, hearing the sound of a multitude of explosions that shook the hovering land of Sokovia.

Was it over? Who could tell? Who could say?

Ultron would of course shrug off the effects of the explosions and absorb the expansive heat into its storage unit, making use of it as his eyes would give a red luminescent effect that was present in the cloud of smoke that would eventually disperse.

Just as Polaris would try to lift Ultron again, the latter would eventually turn her power against her, stopping her from her tracks and keeping her still before eventually shocking her with an electrostatic shock attack that came from the tip of his fingers which sends her flying to another direction, crashing towards the rooftop of one of the abandoned buildings, rendering her unconscious.

"That was quite dramatic. Magnetism? How quaint. Like father, like daughter. I should consider myself quite fortunate that the daughter is not as powerful as her father, to whom he would be quite busy in trying to protect his beloved nation of Genosha from my Ultron Sentinels just as planned," Ultron said in his usual cold monotone voice, before turning back to see Captain America running headfast towards his general direction and trying to close the distance once more, uses his shield to perform slashing maneuvers, to which Ultron would shrug instantly.

"What part of 'Resistance is futile' do you not understand, O Captain, My Captain?" Ultron said, before suddenly grabbing Captain America by the neck in a choking position. "Or has your research into your own pop culture in your spare time become quite fruitless and stale due to apparent memory problems in connection with your old age despite looking quite young and in one's prime."

"...Ugh. Oh I know and understood the references, Ultron," Captain America replied with difficulty while being choked by Ultron. "But the question is, do you understand the term 'Surrender is not an option'?"

"You honestly believe that you and the Avengers could defeat me in spite of all of the evidence to say otherwise?" Ultron asked as if he were raising an eyebrow.

But then, Captain America would sport a knowing smile, hearing a radio chatter coming from the comm-link in his ears and hearing Mister Fantastic's voice from the comm-chatter. "Cap, it's done. Program is now uploading at 100%."

''("Good job, Richards."),'' Captain America thought before saying to Ultron. "We weren't trying to defeat you, Ultron. Just distract you."

And at that moment, the specific shut down codes were beginning to be transmitted into Ultron's mind through the efforts of Ant-Man, the Doctor, and Mister Fantastic, already managing to have taken care of the Doomsday Trigger and send the floating nation back towards the ground where it once lifted off.

The codes were in the form of an apparent Trojan Horse which triggered a self-replicating virus that spread throughout the hivemind as all of the Ultron Sentinels and any form of technology under Ultron's control throughout the world would suddenly stop, being deactivated in turn.

Ultron would eventually take notice of this as he would let go of Captain America's neck, the latter falling to the pavement and coughing for air. The former was in apparent distress, speaking.

"This is unacceptable. I... I must maintain my programming. You...," he turned towards Captain America who was sporting a narrowed expression, slowly standing up from his position. "You've done something. Or rather...someone among you has done something to my systems. Detecting an additional buffering code that is located within my infrastructure. This has more ingenuity than you could be capable of, Captain. I sense my father's work in this. More than that, no doubt he had assistance from fellow minds that think alike..."

It was working. Ultron's red photoreceptor eyes were slowly taking a blue flash-like color, slowly beginning to deactivate. It was almost over. Just a little farther. But then... Ultron directed his sights to Captain America, speaking in a tone that was monotone but felt quite ominous.

"You fool... You think that this could stop me... The battle may be yours, for now, Avenger, but the war is far from over. For in spite of my apparent failure, my point regarding humanity has been made quaint based on the logical assessment of your species. That no matter how many forms of peace talks, no matter how many forms of politicking, only one ending is in store for all of you. Extinction. You breed war. You breed conflict. Even when I'm gone, you would all just go back to killing each other, all going back to your insignificant little wars of self-impotence and self-desire. Discrimination and racism towards mutants and other undesirables would still be there. Mankind will always find a way to bring another form of evil unto itself, and then... oh... and then, you will tear each other apart from the inside. This is my final warning to you, Avenger. Consider this as an act of random kindness for one who is truly concerned to accomplish peace in our time..."

And just like that, Ultron was deactivated swiftly, with his body backwardly crashing to the pavement, leaving Captain America to his contemplative thoughts, with his professional blank expression hiding a grimness towards the eerie warning that was given to him by the machine.

It was over. Ultron was finished. But why did it seem like it wasn't over?

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Post-Time War...

World of Precure...

Present Time...

There was an intense battle throughout the suburban parts of Hagukumi City. Back-up, of course, had already been called as ordered by George Kurai as Kamen Rider Zi-O. This order was followed by Private Coda who along with another Clone Trooper is making sure to guard the family home of Hana Nono, now transformed into Cure Yell. And thus, multiple Clone Troopers were now encircling the area armed with their respective weapons that were firing blue-colored energy beams hotter than the sun, taking down multiple enemy targets consisting of the Noise, Ninders, and Worms while helping and defending any civilians nearby and evacuating them from their respective homes as probable dangers drew ever so near.

The sound of staser gunfire was heard and echoed. One would think that they were living right near a warzone. But this place used to be peaceful, one that had children of all ages play their innocent games. Teenagers and adults walk by with not a care in the world as life ventures forward.

Now, the normality shattered deeply.

Cure Yell and Cure Black were currently somewhere in one of the suburban areas, an open road from the looks of it, with grass plains nearby. And they were currently performing punching and kicking maneuvers against Another Cure Yell who wasn't letting up with her own strength and power. Actually, the power of her punches and kicks were making this fight quite a surprising challenge for both senior Precures, even more so when a bag of tricks comes up in diversified ways such as dangerous sharp silver knives being sent their way by summoning them through the use of pinkish portals that hint of the skill of alchemy, to which they block them all with the back of their hands.

This was quite concerning for the two main Precure leaders as they were dealing with someone who is definitely willing to harm or even kill them. One knife carried by Another Cure Yell was blocked by Cure Yell, using her elbow to punch through her solar plexus, sending her a few meters away. However, Another Cure Yell managed to stop herself with her own two hands, using the palms to dash from the asphalt floor and flip over a few times. By the time she lands, she fires multiple dark-pinkish hearts like projectiles, firing on both Cure Yell and Cure Black who managed to block them with ease, parrying them merely with their own backhands.

Another Cure Yell smiled subtly, tilting her own head, her eyes still remain a lifeless blank which sends shivers running down the spines of the two Precure who were looking at her. But none more so was Cure Yell the most affected out of all because of the fact that she was practically looking at someone who was her and yet was not, unrecognizable and chilling to the bone.

''Hehe. And here I thought that I would have been given the opportunity to have a personal bonding time with the bitch. But I suppose that interlopers would be interlopers, but that's fine,'' Another Cure Yell said.

For the very first time in her life, Cure Yell, or Hana Nono rather, is experiencing something terribly new. And it was someone who had a very deep-seated hatred for her and is completely singled out. Why? She would ask herself this. But some part of her seem to get a pretty good idea and it was by Cure Yell watching the strange actions of her dark counterpart in relation to George Kurai, also known as Kamen Rider Zi-O.

''Why?'' Cure Yell asked, concerned.

''What?'' Another Cure Yell was sporting an amused expression.

''Why are you doing this? Why do you hate me so much?'' Cure Yell asked. And Another Cure Yell knew why her true counterpart had asked the question, smirking.

''Why...? Why...you ask? Hmhmm,'' Another Cure Yell softly giggled. ''You'd think it's quite obvious by now. The fact is that you are quite the second-rated nuisance. Thinking back on it, what exactly do you truly know about George?''

''What do you mean?'' Cure Yell asked.

''I mean, you had just met up with darling and already you're going all buddy-buddy on my hubby~ It's really starting to piss me off,'' Another Cure Yell said, her smile not changing, and yet the malice was undeniable. But there was also the sense of nostalgia for the past that Cure Yell can tell was genuine enough, twisted but genuine. But even then, Cure Yell wasn't certain, not really deeming herself to be a good judge of character as her experiences with the Future George Kurai were a testament to such inexperience. And yet, ''Meanwhile, he and I have known each other for years. I've been with him ever since he was ten, meeting him step by step under GameOver-sama's orders of course,'' Another Cure Yell said.

''You and George...met for that long...?'' Cure Yell was both curious and concerned, a mixture of feelings that made her want to know more about the mysterious past behind the young man who can turn into a once thought fictional hero.

Actually, that's what concerned her greatly. The fact that he had been doing this type of heroics since he was ten by estimation. From what she already knew, when taking into account the main factor that Kamen Riders are actually real and that their entire lives were recorded as television shows and other mediums would of course point out the obvious issues. The fact that there was no amount of doubt that when it came to the life of a Kamen Rider, there are certain issues that they had dealt with alone that may not at all be for the eyes of children to see for themselves unless they want to get a set of nightmares for their dreams.

''...But wait...?'' Cure Yell muttered, her eyebrows scrunching in deep confusion. ''You've already met him back then...''

''That's right,'' Another Cure Yell spoke proudly, having found the satisfaction of one-upping her real counterpart. ''In fact, I was the very first Precure that he had ever met. Oh, how the times fly by~ It was all so perfect...That is until you came along...'' Another Cure Yell said the last part with a blank emotionless stare in her eyes, raising her hands to fire a set of pinkish-black hearts that were hurled right towards Cure Yell and Cure Black.

''I don't think so!''

But then, Cure Tomorrow suddenly jumped in right in front of them and form a very powerful pure pink heart-shaped barrier with arms raised.

''Eh?!'' Cure Yell muttered softly, seeing an unfamiliar Precure jump right in front of them. ''Who...? Who are you...?''

Cure Tomorrow can only glance back at her alternate present mother, her eyes becoming a bit happy-teary, speaking softly. ''Cure Tomorrow, it's good to finally meet you again.''

''Again?'' Cure Yell tilted her head in confusion, and yet, she felt something odd about this young blonde woman who she felt was quite familiar to her for mysterious reason.

''Um...Yell, she's actually Hugtan, believe it or not,'' Cure Black said, her right hand raised to her hair in exasperation.

"Eh?! Hugtan?!'' Cure Yell looks back and forth between Cure Black and Cure Tomorrow, doing a double take.

''Awwww~ A mother and daughter together? Now that's what I call family reunion~'' Another Cure Yell smirked.

''Eh...?'' Cure Yell didn't know why, but something didn't feel right when her counterpart said in a tone of jest. Mother and daughter? She has no context as to who was Another Cure Yell talking about...except, looking at Cure Tomorrow who was hesitant in her expression. That was odd, she thought. There was something that she was missing in all of this.

''Oh, you don't know?'' Another Cure Yell looked amused as if the hint couldn't be any more obvious. ''Of course, I wouldn't really expect the bitch to even understand a hint when you'd get one.''

''...!'' Cure Tomorrow was narrowing her eyes at the insult that had been hurled towards her present-day mother from a twisted counterpart of her mother.

Suddenly, smashing through the wall was Cure Amour thrown towards the three Precure's location.

''Amour!'' Cure Yell heads towards Cure Amour, kneeling down and gently grabbing the shoulder of the latter who was grimacing at the grievous beatdown that she had just received from Another Cure Amour.

''Ahhah~'' Another Cure Yell was exasperated, her fun with her counterpart and the two pink-lead Precure somewhat ruined by the fact Another Cure Amour showed up. ''What the hell are yo-'' but then... ''...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

A red-colored plasmic blast was fired from Another Cure Amour, her right hand raised, hitting Another Cure Yell directly to the chest and sending her flying towards a wall, crashing a few times in succession, knocking her out for a bit.

''...!'' Cure Black, Cure Yell, and Cure Tomorrow gasped in shock as they saw what appeared to be a fellow Another Cure suddenly attacking their leader without any form of warning.

''How utterly dramatic...'' Another Cure Amour...said...no, not accurate. Something else was speaking through her, a static sound that was a mixture of Another Cure Amour's voice and that of someone else, or more like something else that lurks from the background like the slithering snake. The static monotone was something that sent chills down every one of the Precure, especially Cure Amour who had been fighting Another Cure Amour.

Something was very very wrong...

''The cliché of such travesty residing within the complexity of human emotion. Something that I'd exploit time and time again to prove one single point...that humanity and all organic life are flawed as a species...'' Another Cure Amour (?) said with a very emotionless but subtle smile, her eyes that were once downward-slanting violet were now carrying a crimson hue, both of her hands placed on her back.

There was the way that she is speaking that sends a very cold atmosphere, a terrible feeling that was now present on all of the Precure as they look at this Amour-look-a-like speaking in a very unnatural tone.

''...Who...Who...are you...?'' Cure Amour, with one eye closed in a grimace, spoke softly but clearly, feeling something malevolent hiding in the background, using her other counterpart as a mere puppet that was pulling the strings, as much as she could tell by scanning her other self during her battle against her. And it was a battle that was quite the one-sided stomp for herself in particular as the bruises can speak for themselves.

Cure Yell was closely paying attention, her heart seems to stop and drop at the chilling unnatural voice that was a mixture of two voices. It was like she was seeing a puppet being pulled along the strings.

Another Cure Amour (?) smiled slightly. ''Who am I you ask, O dear sister? Well...'' she looks at Cure Yell with a meaningful smile of interest, sending the Precure on edge. ''Perhaps to start...one could say that I and George Kurai have quite the history to tell...''

''(''George?!'')'' both Cure Yell and Cure Tomorrow thought in shock, wondering just what was the relationship between this puppeteer and Kamen Rider Zi-O.

And then suddenly, there were multiple golden chrome sleek machines with a synthezoid humanoid form teleporting right in front of Another Cure Amour (?) as if acting as mere puppet guardians, with their eyes glowing bright red and their grin-like mouths carrying a hint of blue color.

''...!" every one of the Precure was shocked at the sudden arrival of these machines.

''...Tell me, everyone, do you believe in the future?'' Another Cure Amour (?) smiled, her eyes spread downwards. ''Because I do. It is a future that humanity cannot escape from so long as you invent and innovate various materials into new alternative methods for the use of promoting technological and scientific progress, prosperity, and wonders. I am that hope that was all that you cling to when it came to all of your dreams. Doctors? Nurses? Teachers? Educators? Scientists? CEOs? Etc. etc. You can do anything. You can be anything. False! Lies! Slander! You're all unbearably naive. For your dreams are but mere delusions without any logic built into them. Humanity is a flawed species whose only good trait is the inevitably of self-conflict. Win one war, you'd start another. Win one battle, and another comes along. You're all the same, whether you call yourselves heroes or villains. Just as all of you Precure and your so-called villains fight an endless pathetic battle between so-called good and evil, between idealism and pessimism, between hope and despair. Have you all ever found that odd? But then, knowing your lot, you must have gotten used to the idea of conflict no matter many times it grows tiresome and stagnant as it is in your nature, the idea of character development in stories taken to its logical extreme. If there were gods who are just mere writers without any sense of accomplishments in life that proves and pull the strings of their followers who are the characters of your own story, what strings do you all possess, I wonder? A sad fate, an endless cycle, one that needs to be rectified by one single precise conclusion based on proper calculations,'' and then she finishes this by saying a few words that were chilling the Precure to the bone due to cold-hearted logic without any hint of emotion. ''You're extinction.''

''...!'' the Precures were shocked, shivers running down their spine as they listen with horror at the cold-hearted logic speech, one that cuts through them like a surgeon using his surgical knife.

''I am Ultron,'' Another Cure Amour, otherwise now known as Ultron, spoke with a smile. ''Consider me to be God's Executioner as I enact his wrath upon you all.''

And then suddenly, many of the sleek synthezoids surrounding Another Cure Amour/Ultron were destroyed by ion-beam shots that were suddenly fired from another direction, sparks flying.

"Obaa-chan once said this...''

The four Precure turn to the right and see a figure walking towards them. And they were shocked as they recognized the figure standing before them.

It was a figure that wore a black bodysuit, with mainly red armor with some details kept in silver, silver boots with the points left black, forearms and arms covered with silver armor with silver gloves covering the hands, red shoulder straps with silver and black edges, silver knee pads and on the waist has a belt with a beetle resting on it. Finally, the helmet he wore was reminiscent of a beetle with a blue visor in the shape of the eyes with the horns that he divides into two points resembling a horn of a beetle.

"Children are treasures. The greatest sin in this world is to damage those treasures,'' Souji Tendou, now donning his armor as Kamen Rider Kabuto, holding his Kabuto Kunaigun, was walking slowly towards the Precure, his eyes never leaving Another Cure Amour/Ultron. ''Your statement is quite hypocritical as typical, Ultron, since last I checked, God Himself loves children.''

''Tell that to the Book of Exodus,'' Another Cure Amour/Ultron, only smiling greater in the form of a smirk, not surprised at the sudden intrusion, only said before continuing. ''Kamen Rider Kabuto. I'd knew that you'd come to the front eventually. The problem with you Kamen Riders: Children. Yes, children are both your strength and your weakness, a little mixture of both. I was expecting for the student to arrive, but nevertheless, this may prove to be quite interesting indeed as the teacher would have to do,'' she said, her eyes glowing crimson as if in a subtle form of excitement.

''Misumi Nagisa,'' Kabuto turns towards Cure Black, surprised and slightly fangirling on the inside that an actual Kamen Rider knows her name. ''Contact all of the First Generation Precure Teams through the use of your Card Commune. I'll handle Ultron.''

''Handle me? How amusing.'' Another Cure Amour/Ultron smiled, snapping her fingers.

More Ultron Sentinels of the same golden chrome type of armor began to be summoned, their hands raised to open fire on the Kamen Rider, only for him to set his Kabuto Kunaigun to ax mode and perform swift speeds, managing to slice through multiple Ultron Sentinels in seconds almost as if it were the blink of an eye. By the time Kabuto aims his Kabuto Kunaigun at Another Cure Amour/Ultron, she only side-steps casually, her right palm hand transformed into a circular shape platform that allowed for her to open fire on Kabuto who only dodges it, with him using sidestep maneuvers and aiming his weapon, only for Another Cure Amour/Ultron to counter through the use of her own set of martial arts, countering from one end to another, both upwards and downwards.

In the meantime, Cure Black was already calling for the necessary back-up by looking at her Card Commune, to the small face of Mepple, her fairy partner.

''Mepple! You heard him! Call the others, now!'' Cure Black ordered.

''Right! Meppo!'' Mepple complied.

And then, the emergency broadcasting signal through the use of the Card Commune was initiated, allowing all of the First Generation Precure Teams to respond immediately, and not a moment too soon, followed by sending an exact holographic projection of the present battle that Kabuto and the rest of the Precure are now fighting with all of their might as Ultron Sentinels are now converging on their position.