Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 141



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Ep. 141

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“Cosmic Bolt charging 25% complete!”

Situation room of the Imperial Carrier ‘Judgment of Damos 08’.

The Imperial Carrier’s main gun, the Cosmic Bolt, was ready to fire.

In the center of the situation room, various information such as the charging status of the Cosmic Bolt and the target to be struck were visualized and floated. The cultists in the situation room used their psychic powers to output or modify the information necessary for their missions as images.

Unlike humans, the cult is adept at using psychic powers. Thanks to this, they actively utilize psychic powers to assist in areas that are difficult to quickly resolve with computers.

“Wait until charging is complete.”

“All right.”

The captain crossed his arms and stared at the reinforced glass at the front of the situation room. Beyond the glass was the blue planet, Cygil-08.

The sacred place designated as a holy place by the Cult Council was so beautiful that it was hard to believe it had been polluted. Perhaps it was not too late.

‘But we can’t just sit back and do nothing.’

The taints that the Cult Council regulates come in many forms: Outspacer nests, secret gatherings of Vortex One followers, etc. Each takes a different form, but poses a fatal threat to the security of the Cult Empire.

In order to protect our own kind and uphold ‘providence’, we must eradicate the contamination before it spreads.

‘That’s what we came here for.’

The Cosmic Bolt, an absolute weapon built into the Imperial Carrier, is very effective in this purification task.

Using dark matter and the heart of the Black Gallagon as its energy source, this weapon can burn out the entire surface of a planet in a short period of time. The atmosphere inside the planet is lost, and all water, including oceans, evaporates.

In other words, if a planet is hit by a Cosmic Bolt, no matter how rich its environment is, it will instantly become a wasteland where no life can grow.

‘There are about four hours left until launch.’

Currently, the warriors belonging to the mother ship have landed on Saigil 08. They have received a secret order from the captain to capture the Wolf natives.

The captain checked the expected firing time below the main gun’s charging status image.

‘I told you to come back before two hours were left.’

The order is not to search for the contaminated enemy, but to capture a few native Wolfs. The chances of them causing any harm to the mothership’s warriors are close to zero, given their primitive nature.

So the captain wasn’t too worried.

“Captain. This is a call from the mother ship squadron. No traces of Megacorp or Star Union have been found in the vicinity.”

“We destroyed the Megacorp satellite, but just in case. Maintain maximum alert until the cleanup mission is completed.”

The captain began to give orders again after hearing his subordinate’s report, momentarily putting aside thoughts about the warriors who had descended to the surface.

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“Chief Race Warrior! Telepathy is impossible!”

“That’s nonsense!”

Race quickly pressed the button on his helmet to activate his telepathic functions.

However, no matter how long he waited, there was no telepathy connection. He could not contact the mother ship, or even other warrior groups on the same continent.

‘Shit!’

I tried several times but failed every time.

Telepathy using psychic powers may seem like a panacea, but it is not. There are ways to neutralize various types of psychic power techniques, including telepathy.

For example, a jamming device mainly used by cult warships.

Large warships such as the Imperial Carrier are equipped with devices that interfere with the enemy’s use of telepathy or psychic powers. The devices are made using black silver, a metal with anti-psychic powers, and can temporarily neutralize the cult’s psychic powers.

‘Jamming? No. If it was, there’s no way they wouldn’t have noticed it from above.’

If someone had come with a jamming device, chaos would have already broken out outside the planet. Imperial carriers have equipment to detect and counter jamming devices.

If it’s not a jamming device, there’s only one thing left.

‘There are psychic creatures among the enemies!’

Powerful psychic creatures, such as Black Gallagon or Red Gallagon, or creatures skilled in the use of psychic powers, can disrupt psychic powers more than a jamming device can.

‘But there shouldn’t be any psychic creatures on this continent…’

Of course, if you look at the entire planet, there are also predators called ‘Rama Vortexion’, which humans call Sea Demons.

But this is the middle of the continent. There’s no way a sea monster that lives in the deep sea would come up here.

“What should I do, Commander?”

“Hama. Is the memory site possible?”

“I’ll try. Just wait a minute… Huh? Huh? Why not?”

‘Memory Sight’ is a support-type psychic power technique that can read the past of a place. Hamane, a member of the warrior cult with goat horns, was an expert in memory sight, but even she was of no help at the moment.

‘It’s not just telepathy… .’

Race ordered his men to conduct several experiments to see if the use of psychic power techniques was possible on everyone.

I don’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate, but only support technologies like telepathy and memory sight were unusable.

Unlike when they were jammed, their weapons and armor still functioned properly.

However, there are still problems when going to fight the mysterious enemies that have banned certain psychic power techniques. Not only is there a lack of information about the enemies, but they also have a limited amount of time.

This planet will be in flames in a few hours, so we need to leave before that happens.

Eventually, Race chose to abandon the mission.

“It is dangerous to continue moving like this without knowing the enemy’s identity. Everyone, retreat to the transport ship.”

He knows why the captain ordered them to capture Wolf. If there were many casualties during the mission, it would be going against the captain’s wishes.

“Isabel, please take the rear. Jenir, support Gerish, and Hamine, take the purple spray gun.”

At Race’s command, the eight warriors moved in unison. As expected of those accustomed to combat, there was not a single moment of waste in their actions.

But they know too.

One of the warriors is missing, another is mentally unstable, and two people have already been killed before they even encounter the enemy.

Despite their nimble movements, there was a look of anxiety in their eyes.

The warriors who had changed their formation and weapons began to retreat towards the transport ship.

The distance to the transport ship was such that it would take about an hour to get there if you moved slowly. If you went at a half-speed, you could easily get there in 30 minutes.

The race and warriors moved at a fast pace, not neglecting the surrounding security.

An hour passed like that.

Reality betrayed the race’s expectations.

“What, what is this?!”

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

Cult warriors are trained to always remain calm. Since psychic powers are largely dependent on the state of mind, maintaining a stable mind is of the utmost importance.

Those warriors are half-sobbing and half-screaming.

But Race couldn’t blame them, because he too wanted to scream, but he could barely hold it back.

There was a burnt tree in front of them.

It was the tree that Garish had shot with the purple spray gun an hour ago.

We traveled for an hour towards the transport ship, only to find ourselves back where we had first escaped.

“…Isabel, is it possible that there was a malfunction in the direction detection system?”

“As you can see, it’s impossible. The chances of all the power systems here failing at the same time are very slim.”

“…Fuck.”

Race bit his lip to calm himself down. Maybe it was the smell of blood and the stinging pain filling his mouth. He tried to somehow understand the situation.

‘Let’s think about it calmly.’

The warriors are experts at chasing. Isabel, in particular, is at an incredibly high level. Even if the machine breaks down, it is highly unlikely that she will get lost.

“So what’s the possibility that we’re hallucinating?”

“I think it’s unlikely. There is no creature on this continent that can cause hallucinations in nine cultists at the same time.”

Isabel denied it, but Race thought otherwise. It was impossible to fool nine seasoned warriors without an illusion.

As he looked at the faces of the warriors, he felt his hair stand on end.

Behind the warrior who faced him.

There were two amber lanterns that I had never seen before.

“Hamine!”

“yes?”

The moment she turned her head, the beak of an eagle with amber eyes bit into her neck. In an instant, the creature broke the opponent’s neck and jumped into the bushes on the other side, carrying Hamine.

“Commence firing!”

“What the heck! What is that?!”

“Kill him!”

The warriors belatedly aimed for the bastard’s rear with the weapons they were holding. Purple flames from the purple spray gun and psychic bullets from the psychic rifle rained down on the bushes.

The warriors who had been mercilessly attacking stopped as soon as Race raised his hand. As he nodded, Isabel approached the messy bushes.

Contrary to expectations, there were no enemy corpses, not even a trace of blood.

The bastard disappeared without any injuries.

Race gritted his teeth at the sight of Isabel’s dark expression. The attack by the unknown creature had already resulted in two casualties.

‘… No. Let’s take comfort in the fact that we encountered him.’

He had seen his opponent a moment ago. It was only a brief moment, but Race remembered his appearance exactly.

It was a four-legged beast with a head resembling a bird of prey and golden fur. It was between three and four meters tall and had amber-colored eyes.

“Its forelimbs are well developed, and it is very agile for its size. Its beak is sharp enough to tear through a suit of armor.”

“… Hmm. This is a creature I’ve never seen before. Its specs seem similar to ‘Red Fog’.”

“Yeah. He might have hallucinatory powers like that guy. I guess we just have to be careful about that part.”

“That’s right. I’ve fought alongside Jenir against the Red Mist before.”

“Vice Chief Warrior Isabelle is right.”

Despite this situation, Race deliberately listed the information he knew. Isabel also saw through the former commander’s intentions and agreed.

Fear comes from the unknown. Just knowing what the enemy is can be a great comfort to your allies.

As Race judged, the expressions on the warriors’ faces had improved a lot compared to before. What had replaced the fear was the will to fight.

“If I catch that bastard, this fucking hallucination will go away. Then I’ll track him down.”

“yep!”

The race took the warriors who had been energized and followed the trail left by the eagle-headed monster.

For a large beast, it left surprisingly little trace. There were no footprints, and it was impossible to track it using the psychic power technique called Memory Sight.

Luckily, the warrior group had Isabel, a master of tracking. She was able to figure out where the thing had gone by following the direction the weeds were lying and the faint scent it left behind.

The warriors moved following Isabel’s lead. Everyone was tense, but she suddenly raised her hand. Everyone held their breath and lowered their waists at the signal that they had found the bastard.

The thing appeared in her vision shared through Soul Link. It was lying on the upper branches of a huge tree. It was not visible where Hamine’s body was placed.

‘That son of a bitch!’

Race felt a fire burning inside him as he watched her calmly kill a single cultist. Of course, he wasn’t a brat enough to express that anger.

Instead, he carefully pulled out the bow on his back.

The bow, which resembles a compound bow, is a special equipment that shoots arrows made of psychic power. It does not require separate arrows and instead consumes the user’s psychic power. Unlike a sniper rifle, it is almost silent, so it can be said to be the most efficient weapon for surprise attacks or sniping like now.

He pulled back the bowstring quietly. Just as he was about to lift his fingers, the bastard turned his head and met his gaze.

The look in his eyes was one of surprise that he had come after him so quickly. Race, judging that the bastard was flustered, secretly cheered.

‘You monster! Die!’

The finger fell and an invisible arrow was fired. Race had no doubt that the arrow, made of psychic power, would pierce the bastard’s eye.

But this time again, reality betrayed his expectations.

The invisible arrow failed to reach the creature and died mid-shot. Just like the arrow, the creature was surrounded by an invisible shield.

‘What is this?!’

The bastard didn’t react even though he was attacked. He just stared at the race party.

He read some emotion from the bastard’s eyes. It wasn’t surprise or a sense of crisis.

Rather, it was a feeling of regret or pity that you guys are now in big trouble.

‘Why on earth?’

As the incomprehensible events continued, something else happened that made him lose his comprehension.

“Excuse me, Commander? Over there in front… .”

Through Isabel’s eyes, he could see what she was seeing.

Under the tree where the eagle-headed monster lies prone.

A balloon appeared in a place that wasn’t there just a moment ago.

It was the pink balloon that Race had seen before the noise incident. Gerish, who was being supported by Jenir, screamed when he saw the balloon.

“No, it’s him! He’s back again!”

Was that a signal flare?

An indecipherable wave emanated from the balloon in front.

｢■■■■■ ■■■■? ■■ ■■!｣

The balloon, or rather, what was once a balloon, began to change and flutter, with waves as vicious as the ocean in a storm.

The warriors whose gaze had been focused downward gradually raised their heads. At the same time, their eyes gradually grew wide enough to tear.

It had grown so large that it was as large as the eagle-headed monster lying face down, and it watched them with its countless eyes.

Pink balloons? That was out of the question. What lay ahead of the race was not a creature that could be described with such cute words.

He knows of a creature similar to that one. A legendary monster that he has never encountered in person, but has only seen in creature data provided in combat simulations.

The name of this creature, which you would never normally see here, is Rama Vortexion. In the language of the cult, it means sea devil.

In Megacorp and Star Union, the being called Sea Demon and held in awe has disguised itself in a balloon-like form deep in the forest.

Only then did Race, who had realized everything, have the only thing he could say.

“No, that guy is using camouflage!”

｢■■ ■■■ ■■!｣

The moment he shouted, a giant tentacle wielded by the sea demon swooped down on the warriors.