Chapter 156: Transf into a Six-Sided Boss

  Time came to a standstill.

  Before the Predator warriors could even draw their ons, Alex's Skycutter had already sshed their throats and pierced their hearts.

  This was the limit of meical civilizations. Perhaps the Predator mothership could destroy a p, but their physical strength and stitution ehey were no match for Alex. When Alex released the time freeze, the Predators at the trol panel had already colpsed into pools of blood, their lifeless bodies strewn across the floor.

  “Roar—!!”

  The remaining Predators quickly reacted. They turheir shoulder ons, aiming at the Xenomorphs attag from all dires. But this time, their trusted ons failed them. The ons spun a few times before dropping lifelessly, as if broken, and ceased funing altogether.

  This highlighted the sed weakness of meical civilizations—they were pletely suppressed when faced with a vastly superior teological force.

  Alex didn’t kly how much more advanced Ikaros’ Synapse civilization was pared to the Predators. But the fact that Ikaros could invade any terminal in the Predator work without dete, rewrite all their systems, and seize trol spoke volumes.

  Alex had once asked Ikaros about this. The celestial angel had dismissed the Predators as primitive, expining that if Earth’s teology was ione Age, then the Predators were ieam Age. As for Synapse? Even nuclear fusion had been long abandoned.

  In truth, from the moment the battle began, Ikaros had taken trol of the entire Predator mothership through their work, disabling all Predator teology. Their ons were forcibly deactivated, leaving them with only melee ons. Whether this was a localized effect or capable of crippling the entire Predator work didn’t matter—what mattered was that it was enough for now.

  The sudden system failure caught the Predators pletely off guard. Not only were their shoulder ons useless, but even their cloaking abilities were disabled. This ued blow left the Predators momentarily disoriented. However, being a warrior race, they quickly adjusted, pig up melee ons to fight back. Unfortunately… it was already too te.

  The Xenomorphs Alex had modified were far from the weaklings they once were. Against the Predators, they unleashed a barrage of needle-like projectiles, followed by tail whips that impaled their targets. If their prey still moved, the Xenomorphs pounced, g and biting with relentless ferocity. Their attacks covered all ranges—long, medium, and close bat—making them vastly superior to the inal Xenomorphs.

  And then there was Alex, who took every opportunity to join the fray. As the Xenomorphs attacked the remaining Predators, Alex sheathed his Skycutter, extended his right hand, and poi the Predator. Dozens of glowing missiles burst from his fiips, f a storm as they streaked toward the enemy.

  Magic Missile Barrage!

  In the main world, this spell could be shrugged off by a third-level mage with a basic magic shield. But against Predators who couldn’t cloak or activate defensive skills, it became a deadly on. The magic missiles arced through the air, weaving past the Xenomorphs in bat, and smmed into the Predators.

  Individually, a magic missile had the destructive power of a hand grenade. But when dozens hit a siarget simultaneously, the cumutive force was devastating. The storm of missiles left fiery trails in their wake, followed by a series of explosions and blinding fshes. Predators hit by the barrage were thrown back, smming into walls before colpsing in heaps. Before they could recover, the Xenomorphs pounced, swiftly delivering the killing blow.

  "How satisfying!"

  Watg the se unfold, Alex ched his fist with exhiration. pared to being a Padin, the violence of a mage’s bat was intoxig in a different way. It was like using rocket uo level a building or b a bunker with superior firepower—the sheer destructive power ure, unadulterated joy.

  With his mastery of time manipution and spellcasting specializations, Alex had just unleashed four evocation spells simultaneously: Minic Missile Barrage, Greater Minic Missile Barrage, Magic Missile Barrage, and Greater Magic Missile Barrage. The result was a storm of hundreds of missiles, creating a spectacur dispy of destru. For a moment, Alex felt like he had transformed into a bullet hell boss, rainiation on helpless enemies. It was utterly thrilling.

  Once Alex mastered seventh-level evocation spells and learned advanced missile barrages areme spellcasting… ah, what a glorious day that would be.

  \After envisioning his future moves, Alex turned his attention back to the hall. The trol room was now a chaotic mess. Every Predator warrior had been taken dowher by Alex himself or with the help of the Xenomorphs. Their bodies y twitg on the ground, and then, ulingly, they began to bloat.

  Yes, under Alex’s watchful gaze, the already rge Predator corpses started swelling like infting balloons. Thick, yellowish liquid seeped out from their skin, which grew increasingly transparent, as if the liquid urging their bodies of pigment.

  Mier, with a faint “squelch,” Alex saw a small Xenomorph, less than a meter long, emerge from one of the Predator corpses… specifically, from between its legs.

  “Luna, is there er way?”

  If a Xenomorph were to emerge from a woman’s body, it might at least carry a twisted kind of elegance or appeal. But seeing one crawl out from betweehick legs of a Predator? It was anything but graceful.

  “sidering your requirement for these Zerg units to remain covert, I believe this is the optimal solution.”

  Luna, evidently unfazed, spoke without hesitation. It seemed her artistisibilities were entirely detached from ventional aesthetics.

  Well, it wasn’t surprising—artists and ordinary people often had tastes as different as night and day.

  “You have a point.”

  Alex shrugged as he observed the Xenomorph rapidly growing in size. To ehe Xenomorphs were bat-ready as soon as possible, Luna had modified their genes, resulting in them aggressively abs every st nutrient from their host’s body. The Predator corpse, though outwardly intact, was now nothing more than ay shell. Its paper-thin skin and brittle, chocote-bar-like bones would crumble at the slightest touch—all their inal structural iy had been ed by the emerging Xenomorph.

  As Luna had stated, Alex’s top priority for the Xenomorphs was stealth, making this form of “produ” the most advantageous. Otherwise, if they reproduced iypical Zerg fashion—ying eggs and hatg them—it would be far too spicuous. If such a process went unnoticed, it would mean the enemies were blind.

  “Master, the enemies are approag the trol ter. It seems they’ve realized something is wrong.”

  Ikaros could sever unications, but she couldn’t fe ving respohe Predators weren’t fools; when their calls went unanswered, suspi arose. Acc to Ikaros, every Predator warrior aboard the mothership was now verging on the trol ter, though they had no idea what awaited them inside.

  “Perfect timing—saves me the trouble of hunting them down!”

  Hearing Ikaros’ warning, Alex raised an eyebrow, stretg his hands. After the earlier battle, he realized that using magic to deal with enemies was far more satisfying than sshing them one by oh a sword. While he had previously only dueled es in the Sky Arena, this was his first time employing rge-scale AOE magi bat. And judging by the results… it was highly effective!

  With renewed enthusiasm, Alex focused oal door before him.

  Let these alien natives experiehe power of magical civilization!

  (end of chapter)