Chapter 152: Ghost Rider vs. The Alien

After dealing with the infected, Jon left Luke with some high-tech weapons to protect the remaining survivors and then headed alone to the Alien's lair.

Jon had just emerged from the jungle when an infected person spotted him. Since the consciousness of all the infected was controlled by The Alien, the moment one saw Jon, all the infected would charge at him.

As expected, after one infected person saw Jon, the twisted crowd on the streets turned towards him almost in unison and rushed at him madly. Some of the infected were even capturing survivors, but upon seeing Jon, they released their captives and charged at him instead.

This was because The Alien had previously witnessed Jon's abilities and had become somewhat fearful, thus mobilizing everyone to eliminate Jon.

"Looks like I've made you nervous?" Jon said in a teasing tone, then pulled out a high-tech gun.

It was more effective to use this thing against aliens.

Bang!

With a beam of light, a row of infected were pierced through by the beam. Then, chains wrapped around Jon's body split into dozens of fiery tendrils, sweeping across the crow of the infected like burning tentacles, turning countless infected into ash.

There was no need to hold back against these people, as their consciousness had been completely overtaken by The Alien's blood parasites; they were no longer themselves, just like zombies, devoid of their own will.

Meanwhile, Bill and the others were hiding in the jungle, watching Jon slaughter left and right. Since all the infected were sent by The Alien to kill Jon, Bill's group was relatively safe, with no infected attacking them.

"My God, Killer, who did you bring to us?!" Bill's eyes reflected the firelight as he watched Jon shatter the infected with the strange gun while his fiery chains swept through the army of infected.

"I don't know! It wasn't me who brought him!" Killer watched Jon in a daze.

"But it looks like he can definitely handle that thing. No... if even he can't deal with it, then we might as well just wait to die here!" Bill shook his head.

At the same time, Jon had almost finished clearing the infected and then looked towards the house where The Alien, Grant, was located. He touched the chains on his body to make sure they wouldn't fall off and then walked over.

Suddenly, he heard a faint panting sound, which was strange, like the sound of a wild beast.

Jon turned his head and saw a huge hunting dog staring at him intently. The dog's fur was rotting, and its mouth was dripping with blood. It looked like a rabid dog, but much larger than usual.

Jon glanced at it, considering it a minor nuisance among the monsters, not worth his attention. He lazily took up the pulse gun and instantly shattered the dog's head.

However, Jon suddenly stopped. He heard a disturbance and turned to look at the headless dog's corpse, from which countless blood parasites emerged from the neck.

"Is that... a womb?" Jon said indifferently.

The Alien's method of annihilating humanity was simple and brutal. First, it needed to occupy a human body, so it chose Grant and became The Alien. Then it selected other humans as wombs to cultivate blood parasites, inserting its tentacles into their bodies and injecting parasite eggs. Those chosen as wombs would initially become gluttonous, especially craving raw meat.

Eventually, their bodies would breed countless blood parasites, which would then invade other humans, turning them into infected.

This creature had used the same method to eliminate race after race in the universe, and now it had extended its claws towards earth.

"Thousands of years of sin, the blood debts of countless races, let's settle them all today!"

Jon snapped his fingers, and instantly, countless blood parasites were incinerated. Without looking back, he walked towards the house.

As Jon approached the house, he saw the outer walls covered with a large mass of writhing flesh.

"Ah, disgusting~!" Jon said with disgust.

The flesh was oozing from inside the house, clearly part of The Alien. Jon walked to the door and kicked it open without hesitation.

But as soon as he entered, Jon saw a disgustingly horrific scene.

The entire room was covered with flesh and writhing tentacles, and a putrid smell filled the air. In the center of the room, all the flesh seemed to originate from there, where a large, writhing mass of meat was connected to several fleshly tentacles, flailing about. On the meat mass was a face, Grant's face, but now it was barely recognizable.

"You... have some nerve!"

The face on the meat mass spoke, and that was The Alien itself, its tone full of rage. In its thousands of years of killing, all creatures had reacted with fear and terror, none had ever disregarded it like Jon.

However, Jon was completely indifferent to its anger, retorting, "Damn, you're ugly. I doubt I'll be able to eat dinner tonight!"

"You find me ugly too, just like Starla!" The Alien's tone grew even angrier: "You humans are all filthy and lowly creatures. You don't understand that I am far superior. Starla, that bitch, that whore, it was her honor that I loved her, and she dared to defy me!"

Jon continued, "Wow, look at you, irritable, aggressive, succumbing to instinct, a complete inferior creature. What makes you think you're worthy of a noble human?"

"Argh!"

Jon's words clearly enraged The Alien. It extended a huge tentacle with long spikes, which instantly pierced Jon's chest and pinned him to the wall.

"Only the strong are truly superior beings, weak humans are the inferior ones!" The Alien shouted angrily.

But in the next moment, The Alien's expression changed in shock. Jon burst into flames and transformed into the Ghost Rider. The Alien felt its tentacle burning unbearably hot, but it was too late to retract it.

Suddenly, the Ghost Rider's chains swept across the tentacle, severing it instantly.

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