198: Space anchoring, evil alien and evil space advent

“ROAR!!!”

The very instant the Holy Light Matrix was crushed by the tentacles, the Alien Queen, temporarily delayed by the Holy Light shackles, let out an earth-shattering roar of fury!

In that roar, pain was completely ignited, transforming into a destructive desire to burn everything!

Hundreds of Holy Light chains, binding her injured hind limbs and tail, were now being frantically corroded by the filthy energy gushing from the rift, pervading the entire battlefield!

The runes flowing on the chains made a harsh “sizzling” sound as if they had touched strong acid, their light rapidly dimming and disintegrating!

That powerful binding force, like a dike hollowed out by termites, instantly collapsed!

“Rip! Rip! Rip!”

The Queen’s bone blades and bone spurs, covered in dark runes, burst forth with unprecedented dark light, nourished by the filthy energy!

Her massive body suddenly struggled, and the Holy Light chains wrapped around her snapped and tore apart easily, like rotten hemp ropes!

Before the broken chain fragments could even hit the ground, they were completely swallowed and annihilated by the filthy energy permeating the air!

The Queen, having broken free, erupted like a volcano suppressed to its absolute limit!

She completely ignored the surrounding “flesh furnaces” that were mutating and the low-level Fallen Creatures surging towards her.

Her dark gold compound eyes, like furnaces burning with hellfire, locked onto the Six-Winged Angel Nun at the core of the formation, who had just suffered a Power of Rule backlash!

It was her!

This cold command core!

She had brought this fatal threat and pain!

“BOOM!”

The Queen’s massive body transformed into a dark gold stream of light, tearing through the air!

Faster than before!

More violent than before!

Her injured hind limbs shattered the ground, leaving behind corrosive footprints like lava with every step!

She ignored the wounds on her flank and hind limb joints, which were still painfully twitching under the Holy Light’s corrosion, pouring all her pain, all her savagery, and all the killing instinct ignited by the filthy energy into this single pounce!

There was only one target!

To tear apart that six-winged “Angel”!

Those massive claws, covered in dark gold bone armor and capable of tearing mountains, descended upon the Six-Winged Angel Nun, bringing with them a destructive wind pressure that ripped through the foul air!

Dark runes flowed on the claw tips, and space itself subtly twisted!

The cold, emotionless eyes of the Six-Winged Angel Nun finally flickered!

Facing this deadly pounce, which carried all the Queen’s rage and the battlefield’s filthy energy enhancements, she felt an unprecedented crisis!

She instinctively raised her arms, and the armguards covered in Holy Light runes instantly lit up, attempting to re-condense a Power of Rule barrier!

However, it was too late!

She had just suffered a Power of Rule backlash, and her power was already at a low point.

The surrounding Holy Light environment was being frantically corroded by the filthy energy, making it feel like she was stuck in a viscous swamp, making it extremely sluggish and difficult to mobilize the Power of Rule.

Even more fatally, the Queen’s speed, stimulated by her broken shackles and the filthy energy, had reached its peak!

“Buzz…”

A weak Holy Light barrier had just begun to form in front of her.

“CRACK!!!”

The Queen’s massive claw had already arrived!

That fragile barrier shattered like an eggshell!

The giant claw pierced through the dissipating Holy Light without obstruction, slamming heavily onto the Six-Winged Angel Nun’s crossed, blocking arms!

“BANG!!!”

A dull, heart-stopping impact sounded!

The armguards covered in Holy Light runes instantly twisted and deformed!

The jarring sound of metal breaking was clearly audible!

The bones beneath the armguards made a teeth-grinding cracking sound!

The Six-Winged Angel Nun’s body flew backward at an astonishing speed, like a broken sack hit by a ten-ton hammer!

Golden blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spewed from her mouth, tracing a mournful golden-red arc in the air!

She slammed heavily into a broken alloy wall hundreds of meters away, making a thunderous sound!

A huge dent was created in the wall, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread!

Her body was softly embedded in the wall, her arms twisted at a strange angle, her breastplate deeply caved in, and the six light wings behind her flickered violently a few times like faulty light tubes, their light rapidly dimming, eventually extinguishing more than half!

That cold, lifeless gaze was, for the first time, replaced by intense pain and a near “system crash” bewilderment.

Filthy dark red energy, like maggots clinging to bone, frantically drilled into her body through her shattered armguards and caved-in breastplate!

“Target… core… suffered… destructive… blow… protocol… failed…”

A disjointed, emotionless, electronic synthesized voice struggled out of her broken throat.

Without this cold command core, the other Angel Nuns who were mutating or attempting to resist instantly showed noticeable delays and confusion in their actions.

The Holy Light flowing around them became scattered and disorganized, like stragglers who had lost their commander.

The precise combat network constructed by the entire Angel Legion was completely broken at its core by the Queen’s violent counterattack!

At the same time, at the other end of the battlefield, the decisive collision was nearing its end.

The spatial rift, like a greedy maw, expanded to a terrifying degree, large enough to accommodate a small mountain, under the frantic tearing of flesh tentacles.

Surging filthy energy poured out of it like a tangible tide, staining the surrounding space a nauseating dark red.

“Spatial Anchor! Fallen Xenomorph!”

Just at the source of this filthy torrent, at the edge of the constantly twisting, putrid-smelling rift, a figure slowly stepped out.

It was not particularly tall, even slightly smaller than the Alien Queen in her berserk state.

But its appearance instantly drained all sound from the surroundings!

As if even time froze at the moment of its arrival.

That was the Fallen Xenomorph.

Its form, after being tempered by the Fallen Space, had changed again, now seemingly having completely become the embodiment of chaos and ultimate decay.

Dark red, almost black chitinous armor covered its entire body, no longer smooth, but covered with rough textures like dried blood scabs and constantly wriggling tiny flesh buds.

Between the gaps in the carapace, viscous yellowish-green pus flowed, emitting a stench capable of corroding the soul.

Its head structure was even more grotesque; its mouthparts were no longer simple bone blades, but rather like several twisted, dark red tentacles covered in barbs, forcibly intertwined, with corrosive saliva flowing from the gaps.

A thick, incredibly robust tail, also covered in decaying flesh tumors, slowly swayed behind it; the tail tip was not a bone spur, but a constantly opening and closing suction cup, like a black hole that could devour light.

Most unsettling was the aura emanating from its entire being.

It was a kind of absolute decay and stillness that transcended ordinary Epic-level, originating from the Power of Rule!

Its mere existence made the surrounding space groan under the strain, light twisted and dimmed around it, as if even the rules that constituted the world were silently disintegrating and decaying before it.

The moment it stepped out of the rift, its narrow eyes, hidden beneath thick carapace folds and burning with a faint green phosphorescent glow, indifferently swept across the entire battlefield, finally landing on Anglieus, the eight-winged Seraphim, who was confronting Lin Feng, surrounded by blazing holy flames like a miniature sun.

That gaze was cold, dead, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if it were examining a piece of wood about to rot.