Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 373
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Originally, the effects of Psyonium do not activate on those who have reached the end of their growth stage or on those who have used it multiple times and its duration has become 0. There is no harm or harm caused by taking it in excess.
But it wasn’t the enhanced syonium he used. After a large amount of the drug flowed in, his body began to change. His body was converted into energy particles regardless of his will.
As a Simurgh who is adept at manipulating energy, he was able to control the mass of energy that replaced his physical body, but that was only possible if his brain remained. If it weren’t for the equipment he was wearing, the ‘Golden Salamander’, his body would have collapsed long ago.
‘If it weren’t for the regeneration effect, I’d be dead, cool.’
The Golden Salamander, known in the community as the ‘Gecko Armor’, is a piece of equipment that specializes in defense against energy attacks and body regeneration. While the armor regenerates the body, you must somehow control the energy to prevent collapse.
He looked down at the golden spear pinned to his chest.
‘First of all, from this window… .’
As he was about to pull it out because it was interfering with his recovery, he felt a cool sensation on the back of his neck. It was a signal from the animals under his control.
‘You damn bastards! They’re still here!’
Slaves sent by Aimov. They are eyeing Salman’s life.
Salman focused his mind on the beasts he ruled. As a result of the sensory connection with each animal, the sensations they saw and felt were transmitted to his mind.
Everyone present stared into the dark clouds. After a while, the enemy appeared, breaking through the clouds.
‘huh?’
The enemies he fought before losing his mind were the mutant Screamer and the Black Thunderbird. However, the being that appeared from hiding now was not Thunderbird.
There was a being there with red wings that glowed clearly in the darkness.
“…Gallagon?”
Salman, who had the power to control wild beasts, immediately recognized the creature’s identity. It was much smaller than a normal Gallagon and had red and white scales, but it was definitely a Gallagon.
And this planet is not inhabited by Gallagons.
‘… Aimov!’
He also appeared here to take advantage of Salman.
The Gallagon, which had been shining around with its red wings, moved. The flying creatures near Salman also began to intercept the enemy.
But Salman didn’t really expect much from them. That’s understandable, since their opponent was Gallagon. It would be fortunate if they could just buy time.
‘doesn’t care.’
“Just stalling for time is enough. Catch him.”
All creatures capable of flight, including fileflies, rush towards Gallagon. The flock of flying creatures and enemies, which have gathered the size of a small cloud, quickly close in.
The creature, smaller than the average Gallagon, seemed to have no intention of evading. The moment its sharp horned head turned red like wings, it collided with Salman’s group.
The opponent had one, and this side had hundreds. It was clear who had the upper hand. The result of the clash between the two sides was as Salman had expected.
Gallagon flew in like a shooting star and tore his slaves to pieces. No monster could stand in his way.
‘good!’
The sight of the thing sprinkling blood and flesh across a cloud of ash. It was exactly what he had hoped for.
Salman released all the energy flowing through his entire body at once. The energy that had been condensed into the shape of wings was all transformed into heat rays. Since it was energy created by sacrificing even his physical body, its size was truly enormous.
A huge heat ray raced toward the sky, more powerful than the cult’s orbital weapon, the Brain God’s Brain God’s Barrage. At the end of it was Gallagon, distracted by Salman’s men.
As the heat ray struck its target, a bright flash blinded his vision. His links with the creatures he had been controlling were all severed.
Through the eyes of other animals on the ground, I saw that the sky was covered with clouds of fire.
The energy bullet attack of the regular Simurgh has more firepower than the psychic breath shot by Green Gallagon. The energy bullet shot in the psychic state is even more powerful.
The heat ray he fired this time was much stronger than the one he had shot in his previous state of trance. It wasn’t for nothing that he was reminded of the god of thunder.
Even a magmasaur with formidable defenses would take fatal damage if hit by this heat ray. That little gallagoon wouldn’t have a single bit of flesh left.
‘Now that he’s dead, I guess I’ll have to find another one.’
Mutant Screamers and Thunderbirds must be hiding somewhere too. While my vision slowly returned, I looked around the creatures on the ground to see if there were any enemies.
But then one of them noticed something strange.
There was a small spark in the blazing sky. It was amazingly clear amidst the flames all around.
“Oh, that’s ridiculous!”
Until just a moment ago, it was a mixture of red and white. But now, most of its body was dyed a ruby red.
There is no one among the rankers who does not know what those red scales symbolize.
‘No! You must have seen things!’
Salman hurriedly gathered his energy again. He was so confused that he forgot the pain of his body collapsing.
So he was late in realizing the presence falling on his head.
“?!”
As Salman raised his head, he saw a mutant Screamer with features that looked like a mix of a spider and a scorpion.
A blue light flashed from the tail of the thing falling from the sky. Realizing that it was the signal to fire, Salman quickly turned his head to the side. The bullet made of energy grazed one side of his face and landed on his shoulder.
But the enemy’s attack was not a one-time one. An enemy about 8 meters tall climbed onto his body.
“Boarding successful. Moving on to the next step.”
“This fucking bastard…!”
The creature raked his armor with its sharp hooked claws. The hooked claws dug into the smooth surface, making holes here and there. The opponent was trying to destroy the Golden Salamander.
‘How dare you!’
As long as Gallagon is alive, fleeing upwards would be suicide. There are still many of his slaves left on the surface. Salman descended with the mutant Screamer on his back.
And just before his body hit the ground, he turned around and crushed the enemy riding on his back to the ground. The impact caused the mutant Screamer to fall off of him.
Vulcarox rushed at the one lying on the black ground. The one who was about to get up was hit by the bronze bull’s charge and fell down. Aside from Vulcarox, other monsters also rushed forward to attack the enemy.
Meanwhile, he checked the condition of his armor. The Golden Salamander was on the verge of collapse due to the repeated damage it received.
“K, Kwaaah! You…!”
As the armor’s healing effect wore off, pain surged through him like a tidal wave. Salman howled in anger and pain.
‘This window! Because of this window!’
Salman, who had lost his senses, lowered his head and put the golden spear in his mouth. Then, he pulled the spear out forcefully.
“On the subject of Aimov’s slaves!”
He threw the window carelessly and let out a wave of thoughts filled with hatred. The enemy who was pushing Vulcarox’s head away with his hooked claw looked at him.
“Do you think a monster like you could kill me?”
“There are two errors, and I would like to correct them. First, Aimov and I are not in an owner-possession relationship.”
The monster with the face of a human woman continued speaking, stabbing Vulcarox in the vital spot with its bladed leg.
“Second, my mission has already been accomplished. It is not for me to eliminate the target.”
“what?”
Just as he was about to ask what she meant, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
The two eyes that resembled jewels slowly looked down. A blood-covered spear blade protruded from the lower abdomen. Along with that, cracks appeared in the armor covering the entire torso, and soon stopped working.
“Ugh!”
As the spear was pulled out, blood gushed out from the wound. Salman, who no longer had the strength to stand, fell to the floor.
Wolf Lancer, who had stabbed him with the priest’s golden spear, stood before him.
“Target suppression successful.”
“It was close.”
“Yes, you…!”
The opponent was in the form of a griffon beast, not a thunderbird. After dropping the mutant screamer, he must have prepared a surprise attack.
Actually, now that I think about it, it was a good thing. As the Golden Salamander was being damaged, the decay of his body was accelerating. His death was a foregone conclusion.
He didn’t have much time left. Less than ten seconds at most.
‘This is the end? Dying at the hands of those lowly guys?’
Salman was the chosen one. In reality, he was a famous tycoon, and in this world, he was a powerful man with great power. In other words, he was a being of great value in both worlds.
“The target’s biological responses are rapidly declining.”
“… What? Why all of a sudden?”
“Because the body’s breakdown is accelerating.”
“The collapse is accelerating? Could it be that the Golden Salamander is broken?”
“Yes. Life support devices are currently disabled.”
“Wait! I can’t just leave you to die like this!”
“What is it?” “Hunting” “It’s not over?”
It was never meant to end so miserably like this.
‘Yeah! Beomho will help me, right?’
The leader of the Returners knows his worth well. Didn’t he actually help him when he fell into madness this time?
There is no way Beomho would abandon him.
‘Beomho! There’s no time! Quickly! Help me quickly! Beomhooooo!’
Salman shouted Beomho’s name until he died.
But there was no answer in return.
–
“I have to survive somehow. Isn’t there some way?”
“Auxiliary facilities are needed to control the degeneration and breakdown of cells.”
“How about preserving your head?”
“It’s impossible.”
The Heavenly Mother looked down at the dying Salman.
His entire body was simultaneously disintegrating into light particles. Parts such as wings and legs had long since disappeared. About a quarter of his head was blown away, and his torso’s skin was gone, exposing his muscles and organs.
Her original idea was to subdue Salman and wait for Aimov to arrive.
He is in charge of the equipment of the Returning Party. He must have a lot of information in his head. As far as the Returning Party is concerned, he likely knows more information than Alshas.
‘And there are special perks too.’
The ability to subdue wild animals, the ‘Beast God’s Snare’ is a power too powerful to miss. It is an unparalleled ability for Aimorph, who gains strength from the genetic essence of living things.
But then things took a strange turn.
If things continue this way, the bastard’s entire body will collapse before Aimov arrives. Not only will he lose information, but he will also lose access to special benefits.
‘In that case, I would rather… .’
She took her eyes off Salman and looked around.
Many creatures remain motionless, for the privilege of the undead still holds them in check.
It won’t be long before that mighty force is lost.
‘I need strength.’
In the past, she made a choice. As a result, she lost her husband and family.
In this fight too, she had to make a choice: whether to attack the enemy while PS-111 was used as bait, or to retreat.
At that crossroads, she ended up choosing nothing. No, in fact, she made the worst choice, worse than before. If Adhai hadn’t been there, things would have been much worse than they are now.
In the past and now, I have continued to make wrong choices. The reasons are clear.
It was because I lacked strength.
It takes strength to create a situation where you don’t have to choose in the first place, rather than being forced to choose.
Besides, she still has work to do.
plural.
Those who killed my family still roam this world.
The reason she decided to cooperate with that Aimov in the first place was for revenge.
Despite her affection for Aimov’s friends, she never gave up on revenge. She needed strength to protect those little monsters she had become friends with.
‘Will alone is not enough.’
You’ve gained new transformation abilities and powerful equipment, but it’s still not enough.
She clenched her fists tightly in the hand holding the spear.
‘I have never taken away someone else’s privileges…’
I’ve heard stories of other players fighting over perks in the past. I haven’t heard the specifics on how to get them, but I can guess based on Aimov’s example.
“Help me.”
“Please speak.”
“I’m going to tear out his heart. If anyone interferes, block them. Even for a little while.”