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Ep. 203

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The society and system of the Cult Empire are very different from Megacorp or Star Union. This is natural, as civilizations have developed in completely different environments.

For example, a knowledge manager aboard a cult imperial fleet is a concept that does not exist in Megacorp or Star Union. If we were to make an analogy, they could be seen as a combination of another power's information storage system and ship engineers.

Knowledge managers utilize their excellent knowledge to assist the captain during voyages and take charge of ship repairs in times of emergency. Because of the importance of the job, the knowledge manager on any ship is as respected as the war commander.

However, even that great position was not of much help in overcoming the current situation.

The intruder who killed the captain began massacring the crew in the situation room.

That monster was something that even the knowledge manager did not know about. A mechanical creature with eight large and small arms, blades attached to the ends, a pale female face, and an ugly tail. It was like something out of a nightmare.

The knowledge manager was well aware of other forces competing with the empire, so he worked hard to uncover the identity of the bastard, but it was not enough.

The only entity that matches its external characteristics would be the Star Union's cursed biological weapon, Screamer.

However, as far as he knows, Screamer cannot use a variety of weapons like him. On the other hand, the terrible hybrid fired deadly energy bullets from its tail and mouth.

The knowledge manager knows well what kind of weapon the energy that glows in cool dark blue comes from. This is the 'Demolisher', a weapon mainly used by temple guardians.

"damage!"

"Uh huh?"

Its tail turns around in a big circle. Energy bullets that decompose matter follow the movement of the tail and rain down on the heads of the cultists.

Some people were lucky and escaped, but others were not.

"My my arm! My paaaaal…!"

"…gurgling."

A cult member whose entire arm disappeared due to the material decomposition effect was unlucky enough to be hit in the upper body, leaving only the lower body. The sight of not a single drop of blood flowing as it had been from the beginning was truly terrifying.

"Aim for its tail!"

"It's no use! "You can shoot it with your mouth too!" "Damn it!"

That's exactly what it says. The culprit that blew off the captain's head was the energy bullet that flew from his head.

Even if its only means of attack was its tail, there was little chance that the situation would improve. It moved so fast that it was nearly impossible for non-combatants to hit the narrow target area.

"Knowledge Manager! "The captain died, so you are the commander!"

"Do something!"

It would be nice to look further, but the crew was wiped out before that. The knowledge manager who was hiding and observing the enemy finally gave instructions.

"It doesn't matter whether it's bondage or something! "If you have any technology that can limit its movements, just use it!"

It was a short time, but from what he saw, it seemed like the guy had low resistance to psychic power.

The basis for this is that he is trying to avoid the psychic rifles fired by the cultists as much as possible.

The psychic rifle placed on the bridge is not a very powerful weapon. It is merely an item prepared so that even non-combatants can fight when an urgent situation arises.

However, the guy had been engaging in a battle focusing on evasion since a while ago. They should have realized long ago that this side has firepower.

Therefore, it can be assumed that the enemy has low psychic resistance.

At the knowledge manager's cry, the Goat Horn cult began to gather psychic power. It was to bring out techniques that could capture even a little of the knowledge he had learned from the enemy.

A flow of energy so strong that it filled the situation room entangled him. Then, the movements of the wildly furious guy slowed down.

"Kirik?"

Sensing something was wrong with his body, he tilted his head. Its movements slowed and finally stopped.

The guy rolls his blood-red eyes. It may be to check for abnormalities occurring in one's body.

Soon, the eight arms began to tremble and move.

"That's incredible power!"

"We have to finish him off quickly!"

The situation room became noisy with the groans and groans of the cult members trying to catch the bastard, as well as the bursting sounds coming from the bastard's body.

We need to finish him off as quickly as possible. Except for the cult member using the technique, everyone aimed their rifles at the guy's head.

Just as their guns were about to fire, the knowledge manager couldn't believe his eyes.

Because there was something standing in the doorway where no one was.

The being had horns on its head, similar to the cult. They were also of similar height and stood on two feet. However, the knowledge manager could not feel the slightest sense of intimacy upon seeing this.

I knew it instinctively. That being is as dangerous as the mechanical creatures they captured.

The eyes of the guy standing in the doorway move. Bright amber eyes turned to the knowledge manager.

The moment the knowledge manager made eye contact with the guy, he felt his amber eyes glowing blue. He quickly tried to call his colleagues.

But before that, there was a voice calling him.

"hungry!"

"?!"

He was startled by the words that sounded low, like a whisper in his ear. He turned his head, but there was no one behind him.

'What did you just say…?'

"I feel like I'm starving to death!"

"!"

The voice that felt like a whisper just now was now so loud that it shook my brain. The knowledge manager threw down his rifle and covered his ears with both hands.

"I'm hungry!" "Please!" "I'm hungry!" "Meat! "Give me the meat!" "I want to tear into something!" "There's a lot of food around!" "Quick!" "Bite!" "Tear it to death!" "Intestines!" "I'll pull out your liver!" "Blood! "I want to drink blood" "Chop up my bones!"

A curse full of resentment is whispered that sticks even if you cover your ears. Kill those next to you. Fill your stomach with their meat.

He tried his best to hold on, but the voices were quickly consuming him. His outstanding knowledge and reason faded away surprisingly quickly. What took its place was an endlessly swelling madness.

"Knowledge Manager! What should I do…huh?"

"Ugh…"

By the time his colleagues noticed that he was strange, it was already too late. The knowledge manager was no longer there.

There are just victims possessed by an ice-cold evil spirit.

"Gaaaaaaaaah!"

"Ugh!"

The moment the knowledge manager, who had become a slave to the evil spirit, rushed at his colleagues, the monster outside the situation room also came inside. A monster with golden fur, black stripes on its head, and horns rushed at those who were restraining the mechanical creatures.

Every time its sharp claws flashed, the cult members fell, bleeding out. As the comrades fell one by one, the bondage of the mechanical creature was not able to hold on for long and was released.

Two monsters brutally tearing the cult members to death and a knowledge manager who suddenly goes crazy.

The number of cultists in the situation room quickly decreased.

They stopped killing when there were exactly 9 people left. The bipedal monster went to the cult's computer and began messing with something.

Meanwhile, the eight-armed monster was 'absorbing' the fallen cult members.

It wasn't a metaphor. It sucked the life out of the corpse with its clawed hands. Every time the man's hand touches the corpse, the corpse instantly becomes crumbly and soon dries up like a mummy.

The problem is that some of the cult members lying on the ground were still alive. Those who were severely wounded and subdued also became its victims.

"Stop that! "Don't do that!"

The man's hand touched the dying cultist with his leg cut off. He screamed from the pain of being absorbed alive by the monster. Even without hearing his screams, I could tell how severe his pain was.

When all the work was done, his body had shrunk to a third. After removing its hand from the cultist's body, it pulled out its mechanical tongue and licked its fingernails.

The moment it was about to target its new prey, the floor of the situation room shook. Then, both the guy who was playing with the computer and the guy who was eating the cult members stopped moving.

The vibrations echoing through the situation room got closer and closer. Earlier, every time they broke the door, the vibration was much louder.

The nine remaining cult members quickly realized who was making the vibrations. A being that crawls to end a nightmarish time.

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[Zuzuzuzu (You had a hard time)]

｢What kind of hardship is this? It's not something I've done once or twice."

[Zuzu (laughter)]

The situation room was literally a sea of blood. A delicious smell wafted from the pieces of meat scattered here and there and the blood flowing down the floor.

These were all traces left by cults. In the corner of the situation room, nine cult members were disarmed and shaking.

"I think I need it to hide the ship."

[Zuzuzu Zuzuzu (Thank you. Good job)]

This spaceship will come in handy when we leave the planet. Since I have no intention of eroding it right away, I plan to hide it somewhere.

'For that to happen, you'll need crew members to manage it.'

It's been a while since I activated my 'mimetic organ'. One of the five genetic information stored in my body spread throughout my body.

The vocal organ located between my mouth and throat was reorganized based on the transmitted genetic information, and tiny holes in the synthetic scales and outer shell were ready to emit new pheromones.

I slowly opened my mouth.

"Come here."

When the voice of my compatriot came out of my mouth, all nine people were greatly surprised. Their faces as they look at me slowly turn white.

Because of the pheromones of the mimicry organ, I will look like a cult in their eyes. However, I would feel a strong sense of discomfort due to my size. What was once a monster has suddenly turned into an ominous member of its own species, so you will never want to come close to it.

'They don't have freedom, though.'

There's nowhere for them to escape on a cruiser floating above the clouds. Cult survivors approached me like prisoners being dragged to death row.

As I was lying face down in the hallway outside the situation room, I planted parasites on them. The first person it targeted went on a rampage and ate it with its eroding tentacles, but from then on, it obeyed obediently.

"Land this ship."

"…yes."

I instructed them to land near where my nest was located. The cultists, all with gray faces, began tuning the cruiser.

'I wish I could do it myself…'

Now, I am much bigger than when I became a semi-adult. There is no significant change in the length itself, but due to the bone beast characteristics, the carapace has grown thicker and the wings, which are folded but still take up a lot of volume.

Even if you lie down in the hallway, let alone enter the situation room, your body will be full. If you force yourself into this state and try to control the computer, you might end up breaking it.

While lying down like that, I called PS-111.

[Zuzuzuzuzuzuzuzu zuzuzuzu (I thought I might need it, so I brought the demolisher)]

"Thank you. Rather than that, we need other tools that 'Aimov' has."

[Zuzu (this?)]

PS-111 looked at the loot held in the small arms near my chest. After hunting down the temple guardians, I took their equipment.

In my hands are Gallagon's claw sword, a dragon suit, a type of reinforced suit, and various other secondary weapons.

After fighting Muriel before, I put important equipment in my backpack and stored it away. Blood Reaver, Priest's Golden Spear, Adjuster, etc.

However, he is not changing it because he is benefiting greatly from the 'God's Rod' obtained by preying on Raijin.

I was thinking about bringing the equipment I acquired this time to the nest, but PS-111 seems to be of interest.

[Zuzuzu zzu (Is there something you want?)]

"I need a silver tool that contains psychic power and the genetic information of a specific creature."

What he chose was Gallagon's claw sword. I picked up the weapon with my fingers and handed it to him, and he swallowed it.

Soon, the arms with sickle-shaped claws began to change. The black scythe quickly turned silver from the tip and became thicker than before. The new shape looks very similar to White Gallagon's claws.

The guy who replaced the scythe with Gallagon's claws waved his arm once. A transparent blade made of psychic power protrudes and cuts through the wall of the situation room.

"From now on, you can use your psychic powers."

The guy who saw the traces he made nodded in satisfaction.

'They said it was a new model.'

Contrary to what he said casually, the abilities he showed were by no means something to be taken lightly. Its identity is the intermediate terminal model of the Mutant Screamer. It is like a prototype of a combat weapon.

In other words, it could be mass-produced.

We've already heard that players are participating in the development of Mutant Screamer. When you fight them, you may end up fighting hundreds or thousands of Screamers of PS-111 level.

'…I think that's unlikely, though.'

Among the Screamers I've seen so far, none have a level of power similar to or close to that of PS-111. If other entities were at a similar level to PS-111, players would have already conquered the universe.

'Once we find his top model, we'll be sure.'

PS-111 was in bad shape when we found it. Thanks to this, No. 26 was able to reboot the guy as an ally, but much of the information stored in the guy's memory was damaged.

For example, he couldn't remember things like the strategy and goals he had when he first entered this planet. The top model that controls the intermediate terminal models will know that part.

'Did you say Pyrrha Eleven?'

General commander of the Mutant Screamers. It is currently unknown whether it is also a screamer or an android. While I was looking at PS-111 and thinking about my future plans, Heavenly Mother approached me.

｢I just looked through the computer and found some unusual information.｣

[Zuzzuzu(What information?)]

｢A creature believed to be the Green Gallagon approached and then returned.｣

[Zuzzuzu Zuzuzuzu Zuzuzuzu(It went back? The creature that came out to scout Is it?)]

"I don't think so. It must have been trying to hunt because it approached at a close range and then retreated."

It is rare for a gallagon, which has a warlike personality, to retreat even after seeing its prey. It only takes refuge when scouting or when encountering a strong enemy that it cannot handle.

'Is it because of me?'

It has a black outer shell and is as large as a Gallagon, and even has tentacles, so if the opponent is an inexperienced Gallagon, it may be misunderstood. The difference is only in the detailed appearance, but if you see it covered by clouds, it will definitely look like Black Gallagon.

'I'm glad we didn't fight, but…'

Currently, the group of Od Grad, which existed before the group of Ort, the White Gallagon carrying Aadhai, is competing in this area. It is unclear which faction the opponent belongs to.

'If any force finds out about me, they will be very wary.'

And Gallagon doesn't like having a strong enemy in front of him. He will most likely try to exclude me.

I think we need to hurry up with preparations for the battle with Gallagon.

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