Chapter 264: The Kryptonian Xenomorphs Have Appeared
In the dim, shadowy environment, dark shapes surged forward like a tide.
Those guarding the perimeter of the spaceship had long since been on alert.
Judging by the commotion, the number of xenomorphs coming from various directions likely exceeded several hundred.
Several waves of bounty hunters had come before, each sending more people than the last, which led to the birth of so many xenomorphs.
"Guardians of the Galaxy—move out!"
Holding his pig-slaughtering knife aloft, Allen charged forward, shouting, "Noxus—unrivaled in battle!"
Hey... 110 emergency services?
There's a lunatic obsessed with a game, wearing a blue-and-white striped hospital gown, a pair of hard blue rubber slippers, waving a pig-slaughtering knife and screaming like a maniac.
Please come quick—I'm scared.
The rest of the team remained still, watching Allen charge ahead without moving a muscle.
They were too far away—there was no need to rush in recklessly. All they had to do was wait where they stood.
Suddenly, Allen slipped.
He stopped running and looked down at his foot—his slipper had slid down to his ankle.
"The age-old mystery of slippers sliding to the ankle… in the end, it's come for me."
He backed up, pulled off the slipper, and put it back on properly. Then, looking to his teammates, he tried to rally them: "This is the Guardians of the Galaxy's first time fighting side by side. I hope we all work together, show some spirit, and put up a solid fight!"
"..."
What is this, a tournament? Why are you talking about spirit and morale?
Hela spoke up impatiently, "I can handle this on my own."
As she spoke, she began to spin Thor's hammer.
A second later, she shot up into the sky.
Once airborne, dark clouds gathered behind her, thunder crackled—lightning surged around her in a magnificent display of power.
At that moment, Yondu, Thanos, and Uxas stood wide-eyed, stunned, realizing the sheer gap between deities and mortals.
No wonder the gods refused to meddle in the affairs of the mortal world. With power like this, it was no surprise the various cosmic empires lived in fear of them.
And so, they did everything they could to slay the gods.
Never underestimate the power of technology—it really could grant mortals the ability to kill gods.
In contrast, Frank remained calm and composed. He'd been through too many storms to be shaken now.
"Wait a second…"
Allen's eyes widened in astonishment. "Is that… the long-lost Skyfall Palm technique?!"
BOOM!
Hela turned into a bolt of lightning and plummeted down.
Landing on one knee, she slammed Thor's hammer into the ground.
Countless bolts of lightning erupted outward, spreading like a wave of plasma.
Over a hundred xenomorphs were electrocuted to death in an instant, their bodies twitching and smoking, the air filled with the stench of scorched flesh.
Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside.
Hela repeated the process, wiping out the rest of the xenomorphs in the same manner.
In less than a minute, they were all annihilated.
She was the Goddess of Death, not in name only—how else could she have led Asgard's army to conquer the realms?
Striding back confidently, Hela was the very picture of elegance and strength. Her tall frame, refined features, and commanding presence made the entire team momentarily entranced.
Only Thanos looked away first, prompting a cold snort of disapproval from the Lady Death who always trailed at his side.
"Sister Seaweed…"
Allen slid to his knees next to Hela and hugged her leg, grinning shamelessly. "You were so cool just now, I could die on the spot. My admiration for you is as endless as the Amazon River, as uncontrollable as a flood from the Nile River!"
Hela curled her lip in amusement and teased, "I don't believe you. Prove it."
"That's easy!"
With that, Allen began untying the waistband of his pants and declared solemnly, "The dampness in my crotch is proof enough."
"Stop! I believe you."
Hela quickened her pace, afraid he might actually go through with it.
"Sh*t—who tied this dead knot? Are they trying to kill me by stopping me from peeing? What a sinister plot!"
Allen hunched over, seriously trying to untie the knot, determined as ever.
Sss...
Yeah, he wasn't mentally stable.
When he lost it, he even cursed himself.
"Look over there!"
Uxas pointed to the horizon. A beam of light was rising in the distance.
Daylight!?
"Based on the planet's distance from its star, the day-night cycle is extremely long," Thanos explained.
None of them realized that true danger was finally arriving.
Allen finished untying the knot, then re-tied it in a neat bow. For once, he looked serious. "It's here. Kryptonian Xenomorphs get stronger in sunlight."
"How strong could they be? I can deal with them in one swing," Hela said dismissively.
Under normal circumstances, Superman was no match for a god—his magical resistance was essentially zero.
But the issue was, if these xenomorphs had fused with Kryptonian genes, their magic resistance might have increased as well.
The sunlight crept across the terrain.
At the edge of light and shadow, dozens of figures emerged, as if descending from the light like gods.
The Kryptonian Xenomorphs had features somewhere between Deacon xenomorphs and standard ones, their bodies clad in pale gray skeletal armor.
And with them came an overwhelming sense of pressure.
The blood-pumping melody, the nerve-stimulating notes, the rapid, intense rhythm—it was as if an epic war scene was playing out in real-time.
All the team members frowned in unison and looked at Allen.
"Sorry, I just wanted to set the mood… so I accidentally played my entrance BGM."
Allen sheepishly put away the physical boombox he'd conjured.
"We can't fight near the ship, or we'll risk further damage," Yondu suddenly reminded them.
A very good point.
The derelict ship's vital components were already destroyed—if their own ship took more damage, they'd have to rely on someone else for rescue.
Most likely, the Kryptonians would arrive first, and if they wanted to keep the Black Water secret, they might kill everyone to silence them.
"Kill them!"
Hela raised Thor's hammer and led the charge.
Even she could feel a hint of danger from the aura the Kryptonian Xenomorphs emitted.
In an instant—
Close-quarters battle erupted.
Hela alone held back the majority of the xenomorphs. The others, in one-on-one fights, were clearly at a disadvantage.
Allen used the power of the black ring to fight—there was no way he was actually dumb enough to run in swinging a pig-slaughtering knife.
Judging by raw strength, the Kryptonian Xenomorphs had about one-third the power of Superman. The problem was their sheer number—at least thirty of them.
Surging forward en masse, Hela quickly found herself overwhelmed.
A xenomorph she struck flying rejoined the battle without even needing a moment to recover—like a perpetual motion machine of destruction.
Nothing Allen conjured had any effect.
The xenomorphs' tail strikes shattered them on impact.
Yondu and Illlusion fared even worse, getting chased down relentlessly. If not for Illusion providing tenacious vitality, they'd probably have died a dozen times already.
Illusion shouted, "I need to eat a hundred brains just to recover—this is draining me dry!"
Yondu wailed, "If we survive, I'll buy you a thousand!"
Thanos wielded his double-bladed sword with growing skill, but still found himself on the back foot. His body was riddled with wounds, but his fighting spirit burned stronger with each strike.
Uxas, on the other hand, fought with lethal precision—likely thanks to the rigorous combat training of Apokolips since childhood.