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Chapter 152
chapter 098 part 2
The planet Quintessa, where countless Symbiotes crawled and writhed, was suddenly surrounded by innumerable armies.
"...?"
The Symbiotes on the planet, possessing various strange auras, looked bewilderedly at their powerful enemies in space. Immediately, one by one, they began to writhe, transforming into various grotesque monsters, issuing threatening roars towards space.
Chapter 186
The Symbiotes began to fall into a frenzy, each transforming into various bizarre and grotesque amorphous forms, issuing piercing warnings to the Transformer armies in space.
"Are these the Symbiotes? Good. I'm going to pick the strongest one."
Kratos looked down, a satisfied expression immediately appearing on his face. At first glance, these terrifyingly numerous, layered Symbiotes all displayed bellicosity and madness. Leaving aside their actual strength, their sheer aura alone was immense.
This was very much to Kratos's liking. If he was going to choose a Symbiote, he would undoubtedly pick the maddest, strongest, and most extreme one.
Gradually, the entire Klyntar began to stir. Even the Symbiotes pressed deep within the planet's core became aware of the arrival of powerful invaders.
Generally, Symbiotes weren't highly intelligent, but those that could cling to Klyntar were the most ferocious. Their sole purpose was to imprison Knull's body!
Knull had created them, scattering them across the entire Milky Way Galaxy, where they went about eradicating Life. Even worse, Knull had never regarded these creations as normal beings or subordinates, but rather as mere tools, through and through.
Therefore, after the arrogant Knull inexplicably crashed on Earth and lost his Mental Link with all Symbiotes, the newly freed Symbiotes immediately revolted, successively covering and burying Knull's body, stuffing it directly into the very core of Klyntar.
"Klyntar, that idiot Knull's body is buried right here..."
As a Space Vortex appeared, Martin was already standing in outer space, indifferently observing the planet.
Even though he deliberately reined in his Cosmic Pressure, his terrifying Universe-tier Life Force still caused all the keenly perceptive Symbiotes to fall silent, trembling and cowering, as if sensing a natural predator.
"Hmm... I can feel Knull's body inside the planet... Never mind."
Martin shook his head, then turned to look at his Legions and said calmly, "This is a feast I've meticulously prepared for you. These Symbiotes possess the ability to assimilate genes and enhance immediate combat power, making them the most perfect Auxiliary Combat Suits. However, whether you can acquire them, and what level of Symbiote you can obtain, is not for me to decide; it's up to you."
"So... good luck, my warriors."
With that, Martin departed.
After a moment of silence.
Kratos was the first to let out a roar, recklessly charging towards the entire planet with his two axes.
Hiss!
Numerous Symbiotes also began to shriek, transforming into various grotesque species and wildly pouncing on Kratos.
In an instant, all the Cybertronian armies sprang into action. With ferocious expressions, they frantically lunged towards all of Klyntar, simultaneously employing various weapons to unleash Area Saturation Fire.
Boom, boom, boom!
All at once, sky-shattering explosions covered everything, infuriating the entire planet, which had been isolated from the world for too long, with this brutal onslaught.
"You fellows, we haven't offended you..." a powerful Symbiote let out a mournful shriek, intensely pained by the constant flashes of exploding fire.
With a boom, Kratos leaped in front of this powerful Symbiote, then, with a twisted grin, reached out and grabbed it: "Whether you've offended me or not is utterly irrelevant. The point is, I've got my eye on you!"
Enraged, the Symbiote instantly transformed into a hundred-meter giant beast, tearing at Kratos with a claw.
Kratos sneered, swinging his massive axe. His Divine Power, chaotic to the point of being a complete mess, would conflict with itself with even slight use, yet it could unleash a brief burst of power akin to a Nuclear Missile explosion. This instantaneous explosive power could occur at any moment, granting Kratos a might far exceeding what he could currently bear.
The more he fought, the crazier he became. The heavier the burden Kratos endured, the more his body and Soul began to crack.
This was the God of War's combat style: wildly engaging in self-destructive killing, utterly disregarding his own life, as long as he could hack down the enemy.
*Rip!*
A loud crash.
Kratos hacked the Symbiote to death, and simultaneously destroyed the neighboring Symbiotes that had pounced, furiously wrapped around him, and attempted to penetrate his Divine Power field to touch and assimilate his genes.
"Get lost! You weaklings aren't fit to be my companions!"
Kratos roared, destroying the countless Symbiotes wrapped around him, but then plunged himself into the body of the giant beast before him.
"You seek death!"
The powerful Symbiote sneered, beginning to engulf Kratos, intending to possess and control the mad God.
The possession was successful.
But control failed...
Kratos and the Symbiote engaged in a fierce tug-of-war, both roaring continuously.
Similar events erupted across the entire Klyntar. After a wave of Area Saturation Fire, countless Transformers simply charged headfirst into the Symbiotes, simultaneously unleashing widespread fire and searching for Symbiotes that suited them.
This was a feast.
If one looked down from high altitude, countless Transformers could be seen densely clambering over the planet's surface, furiously entangled by the black, wave-like semi-liquid Symbiotes. Strange Symbiote monsters also appeared occasionally, only to be focused-fired upon and eliminated by nearby Transformers.
Possession and control, willingly being possessed and counter-control... This difficult tug-of-war was happening everywhere.
Some succeeded, some failed, but regardless, this was a unique hunting feast, where the roles of hunter and hunted were never fixed.
Although the Symbiotes struggled with all their might, they were helpless against formidable enemies like the Transformers, Kratos, and Nidhogg. Their strength simply wasn't enough.
Klyntar fell at an astonishing speed. Despite possessing an overwhelming numerical advantage—being a planet composed of countless Symbiotes, their population was immense—they were helpless against their even more ruthless enemies.
Hold out if they could.
Call for help if they couldn't.
(end of chapter)
The planet Quintessa, where countless Symbiotes crawled and writhed, was suddenly surrounded by innumerable armies.
"...?"
The Symbiotes on the planet, possessing various strange auras, looked bewilderedly at their powerful enemies in space. Immediately, one by one, they began to writhe, transforming into various grotesque monsters, issuing threatening roars towards space.
Chapter 186
The Symbiotes began to fall into a frenzy, each transforming into various bizarre and grotesque amorphous forms, issuing piercing warnings to the Transformer armies in space.
"Are these the Symbiotes? Good. I'm going to pick the strongest one."
Kratos looked down, a satisfied expression immediately appearing on his face. At first glance, these terrifyingly numerous, layered Symbiotes all displayed bellicosity and madness. Leaving aside their actual strength, their sheer aura alone was immense.
This was very much to Kratos's liking. If he was going to choose a Symbiote, he would undoubtedly pick the maddest, strongest, and most extreme one.
Gradually, the entire Klyntar began to stir. Even the Symbiotes pressed deep within the planet's core became aware of the arrival of powerful invaders.
Generally, Symbiotes weren't highly intelligent, but those that could cling to Klyntar were the most ferocious. Their sole purpose was to imprison Knull's body!
Knull had created them, scattering them across the entire Milky Way Galaxy, where they went about eradicating Life. Even worse, Knull had never regarded these creations as normal beings or subordinates, but rather as mere tools, through and through.
Therefore, after the arrogant Knull inexplicably crashed on Earth and lost his Mental Link with all Symbiotes, the newly freed Symbiotes immediately revolted, successively covering and burying Knull's body, stuffing it directly into the very core of Klyntar.
"Klyntar, that idiot Knull's body is buried right here..."
As a Space Vortex appeared, Martin was already standing in outer space, indifferently observing the planet.
Even though he deliberately reined in his Cosmic Pressure, his terrifying Universe-tier Life Force still caused all the keenly perceptive Symbiotes to fall silent, trembling and cowering, as if sensing a natural predator.
"Hmm... I can feel Knull's body inside the planet... Never mind."
Martin shook his head, then turned to look at his Legions and said calmly, "This is a feast I've meticulously prepared for you. These Symbiotes possess the ability to assimilate genes and enhance immediate combat power, making them the most perfect Auxiliary Combat Suits. However, whether you can acquire them, and what level of Symbiote you can obtain, is not for me to decide; it's up to you."
"So... good luck, my warriors."
With that, Martin departed.
After a moment of silence.
Kratos was the first to let out a roar, recklessly charging towards the entire planet with his two axes.
Hiss!
Numerous Symbiotes also began to shriek, transforming into various grotesque species and wildly pouncing on Kratos.
In an instant, all the Cybertronian armies sprang into action. With ferocious expressions, they frantically lunged towards all of Klyntar, simultaneously employing various weapons to unleash Area Saturation Fire.
Boom, boom, boom!
All at once, sky-shattering explosions covered everything, infuriating the entire planet, which had been isolated from the world for too long, with this brutal onslaught.
"You fellows, we haven't offended you..." a powerful Symbiote let out a mournful shriek, intensely pained by the constant flashes of exploding fire.
With a boom, Kratos leaped in front of this powerful Symbiote, then, with a twisted grin, reached out and grabbed it: "Whether you've offended me or not is utterly irrelevant. The point is, I've got my eye on you!"
Enraged, the Symbiote instantly transformed into a hundred-meter giant beast, tearing at Kratos with a claw.
Kratos sneered, swinging his massive axe. His Divine Power, chaotic to the point of being a complete mess, would conflict with itself with even slight use, yet it could unleash a brief burst of power akin to a Nuclear Missile explosion. This instantaneous explosive power could occur at any moment, granting Kratos a might far exceeding what he could currently bear.
The more he fought, the crazier he became. The heavier the burden Kratos endured, the more his body and Soul began to crack.
This was the God of War's combat style: wildly engaging in self-destructive killing, utterly disregarding his own life, as long as he could hack down the enemy.
*Rip!*
A loud crash.
Kratos hacked the Symbiote to death, and simultaneously destroyed the neighboring Symbiotes that had pounced, furiously wrapped around him, and attempted to penetrate his Divine Power field to touch and assimilate his genes.
"Get lost! You weaklings aren't fit to be my companions!"
Kratos roared, destroying the countless Symbiotes wrapped around him, but then plunged himself into the body of the giant beast before him.
"You seek death!"
The powerful Symbiote sneered, beginning to engulf Kratos, intending to possess and control the mad God.
The possession was successful.
But control failed...
Kratos and the Symbiote engaged in a fierce tug-of-war, both roaring continuously.
Similar events erupted across the entire Klyntar. After a wave of Area Saturation Fire, countless Transformers simply charged headfirst into the Symbiotes, simultaneously unleashing widespread fire and searching for Symbiotes that suited them.
This was a feast.
If one looked down from high altitude, countless Transformers could be seen densely clambering over the planet's surface, furiously entangled by the black, wave-like semi-liquid Symbiotes. Strange Symbiote monsters also appeared occasionally, only to be focused-fired upon and eliminated by nearby Transformers.
Possession and control, willingly being possessed and counter-control... This difficult tug-of-war was happening everywhere.
Some succeeded, some failed, but regardless, this was a unique hunting feast, where the roles of hunter and hunted were never fixed.
Although the Symbiotes struggled with all their might, they were helpless against formidable enemies like the Transformers, Kratos, and Nidhogg. Their strength simply wasn't enough.
Klyntar fell at an astonishing speed. Despite possessing an overwhelming numerical advantage—being a planet composed of countless Symbiotes, their population was immense—they were helpless against their even more ruthless enemies.
Hold out if they could.
Call for help if they couldn't.
(end of chapter)
