Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: qiqi iykow gkk-88i
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Clash with the Necrofector
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"I'm special, special, special... Die? Die...."
The grotesquely transformed Black.
Even amid her changing form, she kept babbling nonstop.
'Never seen the Necrofector cause such a bizarre transformation before.'
To sum up her appearance briefly, she resembled a mutated corpse monster from a classic space horror game set against the stars.
The Yak horns protruding from her temples were twisted into grotesque shapes, and in the spots where all her hair had fallen out, two new eyes had taken root.
Her right arm had mutated into an elongated spear form, as if fused with the summoned Pain Spear.
Half-formed mouths sprouted across her left arm, flicking their tongues lewdly.
Thanks to the fusion of Black Shroud and her flesh, her body was essentially naked, but it inspired only revulsion, not beauty.
I like aliens and monsters, but her form evoked no fondness whatsoever.
"Shaaaaaaa!"
Black—no, the Necrofector—kicked off the ground and leaped into the air.
As it raised its left arm in midair, purple whips erupted from the mouths on its arm, surging toward me.
The whips targeted my weak points from every direction, as if possessed of their own wills.
Rather than dodging, I plunged straight into them.
I blocked the frontal whip with my head and deflected the one stabbing at my side with the shield carapace on my wrist.
Some I couldn't block went for my back and legs to tear me apart.
But I wasn't worried.
The incoming whips halted in midair as if nailed in place, then vanished.
Thanks to Specimen 026's vastly empowered Binding ability.
The wildly flung psychic whips neutralized, I closed right in on the Necrofector in the gap.
"Get lost! Get, sss, lost! Die!"
It swung its Pain Spear-fused arm at me with a furious snarl.
I couldn't take that directly. Not only would my regeneration trait be sealed, but the Necrofector would steal my life force.
By its lore, the Necrofector was born when Black Shroud offered her life.
Thus, the more life force it stole and dedicated to Black Shroud, the closer it reverted to her original pre-death human form.
The enhancements lingered intact, while the destabilizing effects conversely dwindled.
In short, dragging out a fight with the Necrofector worked against me.
I twisted my body sharply sideways to evade the swung Pain Spear. Anticipating the dodge, it reshaped the spear into a hook.
'No chance.'
But I had read its attack too.
Just before the hook speared my thigh, a bloodsucking tentacle burst from the tip of my combat arm and lashed its flank.
"Eek! Die!"
Mid-tumble from my strike, its left arm glowed.
'Danger!'
I ducked urgently, erecting the crown-like carapace at my nape.
A slender black heat ray lanced from the mouths on its left arm, smashing into my head.
'Ugh!'
I reeled back several steps before spotting the follow-up rays and hurling myself aside.
Five black heat rays pursued relentlessly to shred me.
'Dragonization means no energy drain limits.'
Less raw power than when sane, sure—but unleashing volleys like this negated that drawback.
The rays annihilated nearby houses, street trees, roads, cars—everything—doggedly tailing even my tail tip.
"Die! Die! Die, guk!"
The thing screaming hysterically as it fired abruptly clamped its mouth shut.
Glancing back, a purple net constricted its entire body.
Specimen 026 had flung the net.
As its tentacle twitched, blood gushed from the creature's form.
"Kraaaaa!"
Roaring in fury, it flexed its arms; the binding began loosening incrementally.
Witnessing that, Specimen 026 seamlessly shifted attacks. Its elongated tentacle pulverized and burrowed into the ground.
"Kill, I'll kill you... kuh!"
It switched targets to Specimen 026 and tried firing a heat ray point-blank—but failed.
Thick tentacles erupted from below, lunging for its arms.
It yanked back its left arm in panic and vaulted rearward.
Swinging its right arm in retreat proved futile; the tentacles shrank in an instant, cleaving only empty air.
'It's improved a ton.'
Sea Demons freely resize tentacles at will.
Specimen 026 had wielded them adeptly before.
No wonder it integrated them fluidly into battle post-growth.
As they traded blows, I swiftly narrowed the gap to the Necrofector.
Targeting its landing instant, I drew a massive breath.
Exhaling unleashed a prolonged flame jet that seared its face.
"Kyaaaaak!"
The Necrofector halved all incoming damage types—but pain persisted undiminished.
Enveloped in flames, it clawed its head, writhing madly.
'Scorching Agony must sting fiercely.'
In torment, its four eyes locked onto the blaze. Reflection triggered; flames rebounded, engulfing me and it alike.
Exploiting its fire fixation, I thrust the bone blade arm on my back into its shoulder.
Or tried to.
One eye fixated on my blade; extra Reflection sparked midair, repelling the strike.
The rebound shook my frame as its spear cleaved black smoke and red fire toward me.
Aimed at my hand.
Tail lost and unregenerated, my arsenal boiled down to three combat arms and the dorsal bone blade. Neutralizing my go-to first made sense.
But it overlooked something.
Spear tip inches from piercing my palm, my hand pulsed violet.
The spear pierced through harmlessly, like stabbing a heat haze.
"?!"
Deranged or not, genuine shock widened its eyes.
My unscathed hand's claws raked upward from below.
Missed again, regrettably. It backpedaled with Reflection, deflecting my slash astray.
Whips lashed from its left arm toward mine, but Specimen 026 intercepted.
Binding pinned the arm as its tentacles speared the nape.
"Th-this! Damn, filthy, dog, dog, mongrels!"
Roaring in rage, it primed a left-arm heat ray.
I whipped my head savagely, horns crashing down. A sickening crack bent the arm unnaturally.
Ray blocked, it booted my gut.
Original trait or no, its leg power packed a wallop.
My abdomen cratered; I flew backward.
Its Pain Spear pursued to impale. From my toppling stance, a combat arm barely parried.
'Second hit already.'
Far stronger than before. My arm's shield carapace now half-sliced.
"Uh, ugh, wh-what...?"
Fleeting lucidity gleamed in its eyes—sanity stirring?
"Uh, sss, I-I'm special, special, specialspecialspecial...."
Not enough life force absorbed to fully quash instability; eyes clouded over anew.
'Melee's proving tricky.'
Up close, evading every assault inevitably falters at times. Each empowers it swifter.
'Can't fully rely on Specimen 026 either.'
Lacks damaging tools effective against Necrofector.
Neck-snapping Binding works on humans—not this. Full maturity might differ, but now? Insufficient force.
Sawblades cut both ways: wounds it inflicts rebound costly on Specimen 026.
Devoid of my armored shell besides, even glancing blows prove lethal.
'Time for a shift.'
Sought to disable the dire left arm first—but circumstances nixed that.
Mindless, yet it instinctively guarded vulnerabilities.
'No more delays. All-in on this strike.'
"Die now! Die!"
Like a rabid hound baring fangs, it charged. Spear hooked, hacking downward.
Faster motions; I barely sidestepped. Kicked the lodged hook to topple its balance, eyed Specimen 026.
Sensing my gaze, it pulsed light curtly.
Plan acknowledged.
'Perfect.'
I stomped, vaulting backward.
Reshaping the hook for my ankle, it tsked as it missed.
The tongue-click betrayed returning reason.
Yet impatience eluded me.
Left arm hoisted for a distant heat ray—then ground split behind, tentacles surging.
Specimen 026 ensnared the left arm.
Reflection attempted deflection—but rebar shards from the ruined roadbed pelted its eyes.
"Kyaaaaak!"
Meant to impale clean; resilience limited to ocular stabs.
"Shaaaaaaa!"
Vitally struck, it shrieked—scream or roar?—ripping tentacles free with right arm.
Rending flesh's agony quaked Specimen 026 fiercely.
Even its tentacles cradling me shivered.
Proclaiming thus, it tensed, catapulting me skyward.
Toward its crown.
Aimed en route by twisting, I unleashed the prepped Psionic Breath from overhead.
"What?!"
Deeming dire, it scrambled backward.
Specimen 026's all-out Binding impeded mere instants—but ample for the Breath's reach.
Incredulity toward Specimen 026, yet too late.
Draconic inferno mercilessly swathed the Necrofector.
'Enemy faster than anticipated!'
Red, sustaining anti-air barrage on her airborne foe, broke cold sweat unbidden.
Her coilgun-fired, plasma-condensed tungsten rounds dwarfed ordinary bullets—yet spotting them amid the gloom proved arduous.
Psychic Control Web let her detect and steer even coilgun slugs; the foe lacked such edge.
The space city's night, artificially lit, stayed relatively bright—still, individually dodging like that Green Galleron? No simple task.
Code Red had battled Gallerons alongside shadows before.
None matched this green demon's agility and terror.
'Support critical!'
Multiple Spiritual Tuning casts to forcibly summon Black—all failures.
No response from Black.
Implication singular: Black in Necrofector mode.
"Kuh!"
Coilgun flashed red; ammo critically low.
Foe now naked-eye visible to unaided normals.
Dire straits roused her slumbering dread.
Terror of defeat.
'Emergency withdrawal!'
She discarded the spent coilgun, concentrating psyche.
Releasing Black's Spiritual Tuning to summon comrade Code Blue.
Forbidden under norms—but long-absent death-fear shattered her composure.
Green meteor hurtled toward her head's glowing purple halo.
'Buffer remains.'
Speed gauged mid-clash.
At that velocity, unreachable before Blue manifested.
Overlooked factor: Green Galleron held back full throttle.
"?!"
Wings blazed virulent green; speed exploded.
Accelerating frame trailed shockwaves. Air-splitting roar boomed; Monument's facade windows quivered.
Wings snapped rearward then, slashing profile amid velocity—comet swift.
Observatory's 50th-floor panes imploded from concussion; innards' chairs scattered chaotically.
'Miscalculation.'
Purple eyes mere breaths away, Red squeezed shut hers.
Green Galleron pulverized her frame—then observatory, floor entire.
Coincidence?
As Green Galleron unfurled wings over Monument skies, afar blazed another draconic pyre fierce.
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