dmims Chapter 34 Iron 7's Rebellion
Chapter 34 Iron 7's Rebellion
The Kraf alien rose from the carcasses scattered on the ground, its bat wings and twisted, sharp limbs adorned with fragments of armor, flesh and all.
The deafening barrage of bombs that Dawnbringer dropped as he died eventually drew the guards' attention.
Without hesitation, the head of the guards kicked open the tightly locked door.
Then they saw the enraged alien tearing at chunks of flesh in a fit of rage.
The captain of the guard's last order was to fire, but none of the guards behind him responded; they were all overwhelmed by the invisible psionic energy and submitted.
Only the captain of the guard managed to clench his teeth and shakily raise his gun to prepare to fire.
His actions triggered a bad memory in the Kraf alien, followed by a soul-shaking angry shriek.
The alien rushed over and tore off his limbs and head.
Chunks of flesh and his scarlet, disgusting intestines were flung everywhere.
Although the surrendered guards could not utter a sound, their eyes were filled with despair.
"Ahhhhh—"
The Kraf alien raised its head, its bat-like face smeared with blood, and bits of flesh still clung to its mouth.
It slowly moved its body, circling around the guards.
In a quiet, dark environment.
The guards gradually discovered that they could hear their own hearts pounding so hard they felt like they were going to burst out of their chests. Then some of them found that they could bend their fingers and that their lips no longer felt constricted.
thump--
As the first heavy object hit the ground, the soldier found himself so terrified that his legs went weak and he fell uncontrollably to the ground.
The weapon in his hand was kicked away by the Clough Xenomorph. Amidst the varied gazes of his colleagues, the Clough Xenomorph pointed towards the door, signaling him to leave.
"No, no, don't..."
As the first one, he did not run away as expected, but instead surrendered to the alien in front of him in great fear.
The unknown is terrifying, and fear of the unknown is the most instinctive human emotion.
"Let's go." A local Iron Seven voice came from the mouth of the Kraf alien.
The guard tried to get up, and he struggled to his feet, rolling and crawling towards the door several times in an extremely ugly and slow manner.
The Clough alien snapped out of its initial rage; the opponent's speed was simply too slow, which annoyed it.
Then, within sight of some people, its form vanished almost instantly, followed by a short, piercing howl from behind them.
When they saw the Clough Xenomorph again, it was carrying the person who had been released in the beginning.
Its head was easily pierced by its limbs, its tongue protruded uncontrollably from its wide-open mouth, and its rolled-up pupils and the bloody tears it left behind seemed to be telling every survivor the pain it suffered when it died.
His hands and feet had all disappeared; the only thing still visible was his closed mouth, which was still making a creaking sound next to his bat-like face.
One person noticed that his legs were trembling.
At first he thought it was fake, but then he numbly patted his freed hands gently onto his trembling legs.
"Yes, yes." He had lost his ability to speak.
His brain, already terrified to the point of near suffocation, didn't tell him that his hands were freed even before his legs, which were trembling so badly they were about to break.
The soldier couldn't see his own expression at that moment, but he thought it was probably, perhaps, much paler than ever before.
"Alien... Alien," the soldier said, trembling.
He also received a signal from the Clough Xenomorph to escape; the door, the only chance of escape, was right behind him.
"Alien, alien."
Gasping, heavy, regretful breaths came from the soldier's mouth.
His tears slid weakly down his cheeks, his lips were unable to close due to excessive fear in his muscles, and foul-smelling saliva from not brushing his teeth in a long time dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Just as the Clough aliens were getting impatient and cursing these dawdling toys in their hearts, a nearly breathless, off-key, and fearful roar came from in front of them.
"Alien!" the soldier roared.
Even though the off-key roar made it sound more like a woman's high-pitched scream.
Snot and saliva sprayed out.
He quickly drew the pistol from behind him and fired at the Clough alien.
Before he could fire a second shot, his head exploded on the spot.
Claf's face was incredibly ugly. For a brief moment, he thought he had seen the Dawnbringer again, clad in optical camouflage and silver armor, even though he had turned into a ball of flesh.
Even though its location could no longer be found, he still fired without hesitation when his fingers touched the weapon.
The alien was shocked, and at the same time, a surge of rage welled up within it.
It lost the joy of continuing to play, and swiftly and precisely slaughtered almost half of the people here in the most brutal way.
The remaining half did not stop killing because it was unwilling to do so, but because its companions stopped it.
"Don't kill him."
Another alien, hidden in the shadows, finally revealed its form.
It is stronger and taller than its counterpart.
On its ugly body, which was almost identical to the other, it was wearing a classical black court servant's outfit that allowed its wings to be exposed.
If Hector were here, he would not hesitate to break all six of the other man's limbs.
"Too many of the puppet's guards cannot die, as this will cause unnecessary conflict."
It did not speak the dialect of Iron Seven, which was extremely close to Low Gothic, but rather the sacred language that was more officially recognized and used by the Empire—High Gothic.
Its speech was extremely precise and elegant, completely different from the casual conversation the two had at the beginning, as if it had truly imagined itself as a nobleman.
"Ika, I can control that food."
The Clough alien also tried to switch to High Gothic, but it spoke very slowly, stumbled and made mistakes frequently, only becoming exceptionally fluent when talking about food.
"No." The Kraf alien named Ika refused his companion's offer.
"Hado, I thought you could help me more than our compatriots who are obsessed with an inexhaustible supply of food."
As it spoke, it walked to the mangled body of the guard captain, who had been killed by his comrades, and looked sadly at the head that was still bleeding profusely.
He crouched down and picked it up.
It cradled its head, opened its mouth, and its long, thin tongue, like a snake's tongue with barbs, pierced through its eyeballs, quickly swept across, and finally plunged into the tender, dense brain tissue, where it began to suckle with ecstasy.
Humans, countless years ago, have become the most beloved food of the Kraf aliens.