SEC Chapter 1338 Elite Alien Species Appear
Chapter 1338 Elite Alien Species Appear
The two giant beasts stared at each other again.
The image of the giant gray-black wolf was reflected in the King Kong's pupils, and the image of him was also reflected in the giant wolf's pupils.
Snowflakes fell between the two people, melting into tiny water droplets from their breath, which shimmered in the air for a moment before disappearing.
King Kong made the first move.
His roar burst forth from deep within his abdomen, carrying a strong, pungent smell of blood, which shook the frozen ground beneath his feet.
He took a half step forward with his left foot, pulled his right arm back, clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked repeatedly.
The punch came out from the waist, heading straight for the giant wolf's head.
The giant wolf's four paws dug deep claw marks into the frozen ground. It crouched low, its shoulder blades bulging, and then its entire body suddenly released like a fully drawn bow, propelling it forward.
King Kong's fist grazed the giant wolf's ear, the force of the punch severing several gray-black bristles.
The giant wolf's mouth was already snapping in, its three rows of interlocking canines gleaming coldly white in the snow, aimed at King Kong's neck—a spot not covered by fur, with the carotid artery exposed beneath the bare skin.
At the last moment, King Kong crossed his left arm.
The giant wolf's canines bit into his thick forearm, the tips piercing through the fur and into the muscle, scraping against the surface of the ulna with a harsh crunching sound.
King Kong felt a sharp pain coming from his arm, as if someone had driven a row of red-hot nails into his bone.
He grunted, and his right hand instinctively gripped the back of the giant wolf's neck, his fingers tightening so that his nails dug into the fur, trying to pull the giant wolf off his arm.
The giant wolf bit down even harder.
Its jaw muscles bulged, and its canines pushed half an inch further into King Kong's forearm, almost touching the nerve bundle on the other side of the bone.
Blood gushed from the teeth marks, dripping down the giant wolf's mouth and creating small, dark red craters on the snow.
The two colossal beasts were locked in a fierce struggle before the breach in the fortress wall. They were similar in size and strength, and each collision caused the ground to tremble, while each struggle caused nearby rocks to bounce.
The earth-walking creatures had retreated dozens of meters away, instinctively making way for an open space. The two monsters were tearing at each other, colliding, and writhing in the very center of the open space, like two prehistoric giants fighting for territory.
Ronnie retreated behind a half-buried pile of rubble, squatted down, and took her phone out of her pocket.
She wiped the snow off the lens with her sleeve and took several pictures of the fight between King Kong and the giant wolf.
In the viewfinder, King Kong's left arm is being bitten by a giant wolf, while his right hand is trying to pry open the wolf's jaw.
The giant wolf's hind legs kicked out several bloody gashes on King Kong's belly, and King Kong's gray-black fur was stained with King Kong's blood.
Snowflakes fell on the two giant beasts, then melted from their body heat, condensing into a thin layer of steam on their fur.
"This composition is good, very dynamic," Ronnie muttered to herself, taking another picture. "After I'm done, I'll show this one to King Kong; he'll probably want to delete it."
She put her phone away and stopped taking pictures.
Now is not a good time to take pictures, because King Kong has been thrown out by the giant wolf.
The giant wolf suddenly shook its head, flinging the King Kong it was holding in its mouth to the left like a rag.
King Kong's body tumbled in mid-air and crashed into a pile of earth-walking corpses. The frozen corpses shattered into pieces beneath him, sending bits of flesh and ice flying in all directions.
King Kong crawled out of the pile of corpses, his left arm still bleeding from the wound, the teeth marks deep enough to expose the bone.
He glanced down at his wound, then looked up at the giant wolf.
The giant wolf was licking the blood from the corner of its mouth; it wasn't its own blood, but the blood of the King Kong.
Its metallic claws scratched twice in the frozen ground, the tips of which scraped against the rocks with a harsh, screeching sound.
King Kong charged forward again.
This time he didn't use his fists, but his whole body.
He crashed into the giant wolf like an out-of-control heavy truck, his shoulders forward, his center of gravity low, the frozen ground cracking into radial fissures beneath his feet.
The giant wolf tried to dodge by jumping to the side, but King Kong was a step faster than it expected, and its shoulder slammed into the giant wolf's ribs.
The giant wolf was knocked to its side and slid more than ten meters across the frozen ground before it managed to steady itself by digging several deep furrows with its four paws.
When it stood up, its left hind leg trembled slightly, and there was a noticeable dent under the fur on its ribs, indicating that one or two ribs had probably been broken.
"Awoo."
The giant wolf raised its head and let out a long howl, its voice filled with anger.
The row of glass columns on its back began to boil again, steam overflowing from the top of the columns and forming a red mist around its body.
King Kong gave it no chance to catch its breath. He rushed up to the giant wolf as it howled, smashing his right fist into the wolf's chin, turning its howl into a short whimper.
The fist struck with a dull thud, like two steel plates colliding.
The giant wolf tilted its head back and staggered backward a few steps.
It shook its head, as if trying to shake off the dizziness, and its jaw moved quickly under its fur to make sure that its jaw had not been smashed.
The two giant beasts faced off once again at the breach in the city wall.
King Kong raised his injured left arm; the blood had begun to congeal in the low temperature, forming a dark red hard shell around the teeth marks.
After licking it twice, he lowered his arm and refocused his gaze on the giant wolf.
“You took a pretty hard bite.” King Kong’s voice squeezed out from the giant ape’s throat, muffled and unclear, like someone speaking with something in their mouth.
"I'm going to pull all your teeth out later."
The giant wolf responded with a low growl. It couldn't understand King Kong's words, but it could read the other's intentions from the tone and posture—the other wanted to fight, and wanted to continue fighting.
Then let's keep fighting.
The giant wolf exerted force with all four claws on the ground simultaneously, shattering the frozen soil into countless tiny fragments that flew in all directions.
Its body shot towards King Kong like a gray-black lightning bolt, so fast that it took less than half a second from start to finish.
The moment the giant wolf pounced, King Kong turned to the side, letting the wolf's body pass by his right side, and then stretched out his right arm to grab the giant wolf's waist.
The giant wolf's momentum sent him tumbling twice on the ground, but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip, his right arm constricting the wolf's abdomen like an iron chain.
The giant wolf felt the pressure on its abdomen increasing, and its ribs creaked under the King Kong's arm, as if they might break at any moment.
It tried to kick King Kong away with its hind legs, but King Kong's arms didn't budge and instead tightened their grip even more.
"I told you, I'm going to pull your teeth out."
King Kong tightened his grip even more, and the giant wolf let out a painful whimper. It pawed at the ground a few times, leaving deep claw marks, but its body was already unable to break free.
Ronnie peeked out from behind some rubble not far away, and after seeing this, she took out her phone and quickly snapped two pictures.
In the viewfinder, King Kong is tightly gripping the giant wolf's abdomen with one arm. The giant wolf's mouth is half-open, and a mixture of white foam and blood is squeezing out from between its teeth. Its four paws are futilely pawing at the ground.
"I have to keep this one," Ronnie muttered to herself, putting her phone away. "After the war, I'll use this photo to get King Kong to treat me to dinner."
On the battlefield before the breach in the city wall, King Kong used his right arm to hold the giant wolf's abdomen, while his left hand searched for a spot on the side of the giant wolf's neck—he wanted to pry open the giant wolf's mouth and pull out its canine teeth one by one.
The giant wolf struggled and twisted its body, trying to break free from King Kong's control, but each twist was pushed back by King Kong with even greater force.
Their shadows twisted, overlapped, separated, and overlapped again on the snow, like a watercolor painting that had been repeatedly crumpled and unfolded.
Meanwhile, on the eastern perimeter of the fortress.
Su Xiao was moving quickly along the edge of the city wall. He had broken away from the main force of the assault team and bypassed the fortress from the east side. His target was the special alien species deep inside the fortress that carried the condensed power of spacetime.
The assault team performed better than he had expected. His original plan was to find a breakthrough while the assault team drew attention to them, but now it seemed that the assault team's advance was fast enough to force the aliens to move most of their forces to the front to defend.
Bubuwang followed at Su Xiao's feet, its four short legs tumbling rapidly on the snow. It sniffed the ground with its nose, then raised its head and barked softly at Su Xiao.
It means there are no traps ahead, and you can continue forward.
Baha hovered low in the air, its wings almost touching the top of the city wall. It was observing the distribution of the garrison on the eastern side of the fortress and then transmitting the information to Su Xiao through the team channel.
The autistic brothers followed at the back of the group, the older brother carrying the iron pipe, the gun pointed downwards, his footsteps so light they were almost silent.
The younger brother walked beside his older brother, the distance between them always kept less than two meters, their strides and frequencies were the same.
"There aren't many defenders on the east side of the city wall. There are probably a few hundred ground-type creatures scattered on the wall. There are no fission species or parasitic species. They should all have been moved to the front."
Su Xiao paused on a protruding rock at the edge of the city wall, then flipped and leaped onto the outer wall of the east side of the city wall.
He held the Dragon Slayer in his mouth and used his hands to grip the gaps between the rocks in the city wall as he climbed upwards.
The surface of the rock was covered with a thin layer of ice, making it a little slippery when you scratched it with your fingers. However, Su Xiao's finger strength was strong enough that each scratch left five clear finger marks on the rock surface.
Bubuwang followed behind him, its four paws covered in tiny fleshy pads and suckers, making it as silent as a gecko as it climbed the rock face.
Baha flew directly over the top of the city wall, circled rapidly above it, and only sent a safety signal to Su Xiao after confirming that there was no danger.
The moment Su Xiao scaled the city wall, the Dragon Slayer Flash had already moved from his mouth to his right hand. His gaze quickly swept across the platform at the top of the wall, where he spotted several ground-dwelling creatures on patrol.
Those terrestrial plants move sluggishly in the low temperatures, seemingly spinning in place to keep warm.
The Dragon Slayer flashed twice in the snowy light. The first slash grazed the neck of one of the earth-walking creatures, and the second slashed its chest.
The sound of the two ground creatures falling simultaneously was drowned out by the rustling of the wind and falling snow, and did not alert the guards further away.
"Keep pushing forward," Su Xiao said in the team channel, his voice very low.
Bubuwang climbed over the edge of the city wall, sniffed around on it, and then ran towards the interior of the fortress.
After the autistic brothers climbed onto the city wall, they did not move. They found two concealed positions on the edge of the wall. One iron pipe was placed in the gap of the battlements, with the muzzle pointed inwards towards the fortress. The other iron pipe was placed on the battlements on the other side, with the muzzle pointed outwards towards the outside of the city wall.
The two brothers' mission was to cover Su Xiao's retreat route. If Su Xiao encountered a strong enemy inside the fortress and needed to retreat, they would clear a safe path in advance.
The frontal assault force has advanced at the expected pace. The main force's firepower has tied down most of the ground creatures near the breach in the city wall, completely drawing the attention of the alien commander. Most of the forces inside the fortress have been transferred to the frontal defense, and now is the time to suppress them with heavy firepower.
Lin Yi took out a metal coordinate from his pocket. It was a square device about the size of a palm with a red button on the side. As he pressed the button, he sent out an emergency retreat order through the war channel.
The contractors reacted extremely quickly, and upon hearing the retreat order, they began to disengage and retreat swiftly and decisively.
As Ronnie retreated, she passed King Kong's feet, jumped up on tiptoe, and slapped King Kong across the face with a crisp sound.
King Kong was being bitten on the shoulder by the giant wolf when the slap made him pause for a moment. He mumbled a curse, "What the hell are you doing?"
Ronnie had already climbed onto his back, her voice louder than a cannon blast, saying, "Let's go, you big idiot! The doctor's going to blow up the city! Do you think you're the city wall? Stand there and don't move!"
After King Kong delivered a powerful blow to the giant wolf, he turned and ran a few steps, each step creating a deep crater in the snow. Ronnie, perched on his back, was jolted so much that she almost bit her tongue.
"You run like a rabbit, can't you be a little more steady?"
King Kong replied, "If you want to sit, sit for a while; if not, get down and run."
A piercing whistling sound came from behind as several high-speed missiles, trailing blue-white flames, flew over the heads of the assault team and towards the fortress's front wall and the depths of the breach.
The coordinate device in Lin Yi's hand was the missile's guidance beacon. Those missiles were the last batch of stock that the engineering students had packed into the launch pad before Lin Yi set off, and each missile's warhead was filled with highly concentrated propellant.
The moment the missile struck the city wall, crimson flames exploded from the wall and spread inward along the cracks in the rock. The heat wave from the flames evaporated the snowflakes in mid-air.
The explosions continued, one after another hitting their targets. The city wall collapsed inward from the breach, and rock fragments flew everywhere in the flames.
The low wooden and stone buildings inside the fortress tilted and shattered in the shockwave, and the limbs of the ground creatures were thrown into the air and pushed even further by the subsequent blast waves.
Flames engulfed half of the fortress's front area, but then white steam rose from the fire.
The high-temperature heat wave generated by the missile combustion met the low-temperature environment created by the weather controller of the star, Sunju. Water vapor at the boundary between hot and cold condensed into a dense white fog, which spread rapidly along the ground and the edge of the city wall.
The steam carried a burnt smell and the odor of burning metal. The scales of the alien species cracked and fell off due to the alternating high temperature and rapid freezing. Those ground creatures that could move slowly in low temperatures were completely rendered unable to move under the steam.
The soft tissue beneath the scales tore apart due to thermal expansion and contraction, and blood seeped from the cracks, which were then scalded by steam into streaks of charred marks.
White steam covered the entire front of the city wall, blurring the view to the point of being completely obscured.
Most of the alien species near the breach in the fortress were killed or wounded, and the few remaining ones were twitching and rolling in the steam, unable to even tell which direction they were trying to escape.
King Kong stopped at the edge of the steam cloud and looked towards the city wall through the white mist. Ronnie jumped off his back, and the two stood side by side, looking at the churning steam cloud.
"The doctor's method is ruthless. Alternating between hot and cold like this once will make even the most resilient alien species unable to withstand such a temperature difference."
King Kong snorted in response and licked the wound on his left arm again.
Ronnie looked disgusted: "Stop licking. You'll need to get a doctor to stitch you up later. Don't lick your mouth full of hair."
After a few minutes, the steam began to dissipate, the heat wave was gradually suppressed by the low temperature, and the white fog changed from dense to thin, and from thin to a layer of frost adhering to the ruins of the city wall.
The exposed rock surfaces on the city wall were covered with a layer of ice of varying thickness, and charred marks left by the burning could be seen beneath the ice.
Several immense pressures rose from the wreckage, dispersing the thick fog more quickly and revealing three silhouettes behind the smoke.
The giant ape stood at the very front of the breach in the city wall, its entire body covered in white fur, and its size was comparable to that of the King Kong.
Its body was covered with scars and stitches. The stitches varied in thickness, some were blackened and hardened, while others were still bright red, as if they had just been sewn on recently.
It had an old scar on its left eye that stretched from its forehead to its cheekbone. Its eyelid was rolled up, and the lower eyeball was grayish-white, indicating that it had long been blind. However, its right eye was intact, with a brownish-yellow pupil that radiated outwards, staring in the direction of the attacking team.
A woman sat on the giant ape's shoulder, her long hair cascading down to her waist, the ends resting on the white fur on either side of the giant ape's shoulder blades.
He carried a large, palm-width knife slung diagonally across his back, the scabbard made of black rock.
The woman was slender, but her back had the rigidity of someone who had been holding a knife for a long time; her spine was as straight as if it had been replaced by the spine of a knife.
These are the two elite parasites the Suicide Squad encountered during their infiltration—the white giant ape and the long-haired woman.
The suicide squad had a brief encounter with them and then ran away without even daring to probe further before withdrawing from the fortress. Now, these two have finally appeared on the front lines.
Lin Yi recognized the aura of the long-haired woman among them. Her swordsmanship was highly skilled, and that kind of aura could only be cultivated through decades of consistent sword practice.
He didn't say much, but quickly glanced at the situation on the battlefield, confirming that Su Xiao's side should still be advancing according to the original plan. Then he sent Su Xiao a short message in the war channel: "Target has appeared. You can move now."
After sending the message, Lin Yi turned off the channel and turned his attention back to what was in front of him.
A new type of missile was launched from behind the assault team and shot straight at the location of the long-haired woman.
She glanced up just before the missile arrived, her two radial pupils contracting simultaneously. Her feet slid across the snow, leaving a trail of afterimages as she darted away.
Her long hair was lifted up by the momentum of her forward charge and flowed in the air. She flipped the large sword in her hand, reversed her grip on the hilt, pointed the blade upwards, and then slashed out.
Zheng.
The sharp whistling of blades pierced the noise of the battlefield.
The blade precisely cleaved the missile's nose, cutting through the warhead's alloy casing.
The missile's internal structure lost its balance the instant the blade cut in, the warhead was prematurely triggered, and a blinding flash of light exploded from the cut-open outer shell.
Within a fraction of a second, the brightness reached a level that was impossible to look at directly. All the nearby alien species emitted short howls in the intense light, and their radial pupils contracted violently under the stimulation of the intense light, temporarily depriving them of their vision.
The long-haired woman's eyes were tightly closed; she had closed them the instant she drew her knife, anticipating the bullet's explosion.
As she landed lightly, she flipped the blade back into a regular grip, held the long sword vertically in front of her with the blade facing outwards, and turned her body slightly to the side, assuming a standard defensive stance.
She was only about 1.5 meters tall, but the knife was 1.3 meters long, stretching almost from the ground to her chest when it was standing in front of her.
Every step just now was seamlessly connected, without any unnecessary movements or hesitations.
Lin Yi stood on a high place behind him, observing the details of the slash, and made a judgment in his mind.
A master swordsmanship skill is the minimum requirement.
King Kong stood on the side, looking at the long-haired woman, his expression unusually solemn.
His giant ape form is most vulnerable to opponents skilled in technique; no matter how strong he is, he can't hit a nimble target.
He shrank his neck, the wound on his left shoulder from the giant wolf's bite still throbbing, but what bothered him more was the woman's posture with the knife—that relaxed stance that concealed murderous intent. He had been taught a lesson like that several times in the arena before, and each time he was thoroughly humiliated.
Mika Seien didn't have so many concerns. She had already stopped in front of the giant ape, lifted her skirt with both hands and tucked it into her belt, revealing the white safety shorts underneath.
She looked at the giant ape in front of her and said, "Big monkey, you look so old. What happened to those stitches? Did your owner sew them?"
The giant ape couldn't understand her words, but it could read contempt in her tone and posture—a contempt that made the alien species more uncomfortable than a fist.
The giant ape let out a low growl, and the roots of its white fur began to swell and harden. The sutures were stretched taut as the muscles bulged, and several of them had already torn open, oozing pale yellow tissue fluid.
Lin Yi stepped down from the rock and took out the Black and White Rose.
The sword intent spread, not intensely or ostentatiously, but the falling trajectories of the snowflakes within its coverage area all showed a visible deviation.
The parasite inside the long-haired woman instinctively evaded the sword intent the moment it touched her, as if sensing a threat completely different from the alien species.
Lin Yi stopped about three kilometers away from the long-haired woman, his single sword hanging at his side, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
The long-haired woman's center of gravity had shifted forward by half an inch. The long sword was still held vertically in front of her, with the blade facing outward, but her shoulder blades had been pulled back by less than half an inch. That was the most typical preparatory movement before drawing the sword.
The long-haired woman left a trail of afterimages on the snow, her entire body moving forward with an extremely precise rhythm, her steps neither hurried nor slow, each step landing precisely on the spot that would connect to the next burst of power.
As she approached Lin Yi, her blade changed from vertical to a side slash, cutting towards Lin Yi's left rib from the height of her right shoulder.
The angle of that slash was extremely tricky, both sealing off his space to dodge to the right and reserving the strength for her own next combo.
Lin Yi did not retreat. He raised his black sword from below, the tip of which touched the side of the long-haired woman's blade.
The blade was deflected two inches by the flick, slicing past his left rib and leaving a long, thin arc in the air.
At the same time, Lin Yi turned to the side, his sword spun half a circle, and thrust at her wrist from another angle. The long-haired woman withdrew her sword a fraction faster than Lin Yi had anticipated; the back of the blade struck the sword tip, producing a crisp metallic clang.
After a brief clash in the air, the two weapons returned to their original positions. Lin Yi did not rush to counterattack; he observed the rhythm of her sword strikes while on the defensive.
Combat based on technique is inherently perilous. Even if neither fighter shows signs of injury upon clashing, the moment an opening appears, a head can roll in an instant. (End of Chapter)