"General! The sensors have detected a massive energy source heading toward us at high speed!"
One of the officers under Leena’s command shouted, a note of panic in his voice.
Leena barely glanced up.
"And? Raise the shield and brace for impact. It’s probably just another Khryssari weapon,"
she said, her voice steady, almost bored. She was a seasoned general, and she wasn’t about to be rattled by so stray projectile.
But this was no ordinary weapon. It was an enraged K. Champion, with his eyes blazing with fury, slamming headfirst into the ship’s energy shield with a resounding
thud
that reverberated through the hull.
Leena raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Ha! The bug thinks it can break through our shield? How idiotic can these creatures be?"
She sneered, casting a mocking smile in the champion’s direction. "
All turrets, fire! Shoot it down."
The gunboat’s turrets whirred to life, unloading a hail of energy bolts toward K. Champion. He twisted and turned in mid-air, dodging the blasts with an unnatural agility, all the while unleashing a furious roar that sent a chill through the crew.
Leena’s confidence wavered.
"Why is that noisy bug not dead yet? Increase the rate of fire!"
She barked, sensing sothing was wrong. feeling that the roar wasn’t just anger. It was a call.
And she was right. Monts later, a swarm of Khryssari Skydancers descended upon the gunboat, clawing and slashing at the energy shield in a coordinated assault, their wings creating a terrifying hum as they moved in perfect unison.
"What are you all standing around for? Get us out of here!"
she scread.
"But General, there are too many of them! If we try to gain speed, they’ll just—"
"Then ram them! I don’t care what it takes!"
Leena growled, shoving the pilot aside and slamming the throttle forward herself.
The engines roared to life, and the gunboat lurched forward, plowing through the swarm of Skydancers with brutal force. The shields flared as bodies struck, bursts of energy flashing as insectoid carcasses splattered against the hull.
"Ha! See? That wasn’t so hard!"
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Leena crowed, a self-satisfied grin on her face.
"But General! We can’t see where we’re going!"
The pilot warned with his face pale.
"Who cares? Just stay on course! Sooner or later, we’ll—"
Her sentence was cut off as the gunboat crashed head-on into a towering sand dune. They hadn’t noticed the K. Champion forcing them down, his relentless strength guiding the ship lower and lower until they collided with the ground.
The gunboat skidded and tumbled, plowing through dune after dune, throwing crew mbers like ragdolls as it tore across the desert before finally grinding to a halt in a spray of sand and tal.
Inside, chaos reigned. So officers lay still, unmoving. Others moaned in pain, clutching injuries from the brutal crash. Leena herself had been thrown across the cockpit, her head spinning and her vision swimming as she pushed herself up from the cold tal floor.
The only light was the dim red glow of ergency beacons, casting eerie shadows across the wreckage.
Groaning, she stumbled toward the ergency exit, dragging her injured leg, her mind racing. But before she could reach the door, a new sound filled the dealy silence, heavy, rhythmic pounding on the ship’s roof, each strike echoing through the hull like the heartbeat of sothing monstrous.
She froze, her heart hamring as the pounding continued, loud and relentless, each impact sending tremors through the battered vessel. Her surviving crew mbers drew their sidearms, faces pale, eyes wide with terror.
And for the first ti, Leena felt the icy grip of fear seize her chest. The pounding stopped for a brief, agonizing mont, leaving only the sound of their own frantic breaths. In that silence, she realized with a sinking dread that whatever was out there wasn’t just trying to breach the ship.
The K. Champion savored the terror that filled the air, a twisted joy gleaming in his eyes as he lood over his trapped prey. The silence stretched out, thick with fear, until it was shattered by a sudden, violent crash.
The rooftop of the gunboat gave way in a burst of tal and sparks, and the K. Champion dropped down into the cramped, darkened space, his shadow falling over the trembling crew.
"W-what are you waiting for? Shoot him already!"
Leena’s voice cracked, betraying her panic as she clutched at a nearby console for support.
At her command, the surviving officers raised their handguns, their hands shaking as they fired round after round at the towering figure. But the bullets were ricocheted harmlessly off the K. Champion’s hardened skin, each futile shot only fueling his sadistic amusent.
"Kukuku... you all sll delicious,"
he sneered, licking his lips.
"And I could use a little replenishnt, thanks to that missile you dared to send my way."
The K. Champion moved through the gunboat like a nightmare given flesh, his form a blur as he tore through the terrified crew. They scread and scrambled, but there was nowhere to go... no escape from the monster inside their own vessel.
In minutes, the gunboat was filled with silence again, interrupted only by the champion’s satisfied, slow chewing. One by one, he had devoured every crew mber.
All except Leena.
She backed up against the wall, her face pale, her hands shaking as she realized he had saved her for last.
"Y-you... you monster! Stay back! I am a general of the allied forces! Soone as lowly as you has no right to touch !"
she shouted, her voice breaking, her words sounding empty even to her own ears.
The K. Champion tilted his head, his cold gaze studying her like she was little more than an insect pinned beneath his fingers
. "Kukuku… It’s always the sa with your kind. So much talk of rank, of status. But to , you’re all the sa, weak and inferior.
"
With a single motion, he reached forward, his massive hand closing around her head like a big claw. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs dangling, kicking helplessly in the air.
"N-no, please, I’ll do anything! Tell what you want—money? Power? Anything! Just... don’t eat !"
Leena’s voice was a frantic plea, her fingers clawing at his grip, her legs thrashing in a useless struggle.
The K. Champion’s laughter was a low, dark rumble.
"Kukuku... yes, you can do sothing for . Just keep struggling."
He tightened his grip slightly, a cruel smile twisting his face.
"I enjoy my prey while it still has a bit of fight left in it. Makes the at... fresher."
Her resistance faltered as despair washed over her. Tears stread down her face, her eyes wide with terror as she felt herself being drawn closer to the gaping maw that had opened on the Champion’s abdon, rows of jagged teeth glinting in the dim ergency lights. Her legs were already inside, the cold, slimy darkness enveloping her as she felt the jaws close around her.
And then, suddenly, she dropped.
With a sickening
thud
, the hand that had held her slipped from the champion’s wrist and hit the tal floor, severed cleanly. She fell to the ground, gasping and coughing, hardly able to comprehend what had just happened.
The K. Champion stared in shock, his focus shifting as he turned to see a figure standing behind him, his blade still gleaming with his own green blood. His eyes were burning with fierce determination, his weapon drawn and poised for another strike.
"Miss ?"
Rex asked with a defiant smirk on his face.
The K. Champion’s expression twisted from amusent to rage, a guttural growl escaping his throat. But for the first ti, it was
he
who felt a flicker of fear.
Rex took a mont to assess the enraged K. Champion’s condition, noting with satisfaction how the creature’s once-impenetrable body was now riddled with fresh wounds. Even though the champion’s flesh was knitting itself back together, the regeneration was sluggish, the cuts healing slower than before.
Rex smirked.
"Mmm? What’s this? Have you gotten weaker?
" He taunted, his voice dripping with mock pity.
"You’re a disgrace as my prey."
The K. Champion’s eyes flared with fury, the mockery of his own words igniting a rage that shook his entire fra.
With his newly regenerated hand, he reshaped his hands into massive, twisted black horns, each one razor-sharp and deadly.
"I’ll make you regret those words! I’ll turn you into my plaything!"
he snarled.
Rex laughed, tossing another barb.
"I know I’m a good-looking guy, but I don’t swing that way, buddy."
The jab hit its mark. The K. Champion, overco with rage, charged forward, smashing through debris and shattered tal, roaring like a mindless beast. Rex didn’t engage; instead, he ran away, weaving through the wreckage of the gunboat with the Champion hot on his heels.
"Hahaha! You really thought I’d face you head-on while I’m this fuc*ed up?"
Rex called back, his taunts driving the Champion to a fever pitch.
"Fight , you coward!"
the K. Champion bellowed, his voice raw with hatred.
Rex finally stopped, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Alright, you asked for it. Just be warned, I got this new toy in a dream, and I haven’t quite figured out how it works yet."
With those words, Rex’s eyes glowed with a fierce golden light. A massive golden circle materialized behind him, intricately etched with silver patterns and symbols, like a celestial weapon from another world. Rex raised his hand, forming his fingers into the shape of a gun.
As he did, a smaller golden circuit-like circle appeared beside his left hand, shimring with ethereal energy. From its center, a sleek, otherworldly weapon began to erge, a long, white gun that pulsed with an ominous power. The sight of it made the K. Champion hesitate, a rare flicker of fear breaking through his rage.
"Get ready, ugly. I have no idea how to control the power on this thing!"
Rex grinned, aiming his fingergun at the champion. He lowered his thumb like the hamr of a revolver.
"Bang."
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