Chapter 215: Allen One-Shots All the Xenomorphs
After witnessing Allen's overwhelming strength, the Yautja bloodwolf expressed his willingness to cooperate.
According to the bloodwolf's account, their five-man team had descended at the trial site. Following standard procedure, they activated the pyramid to awaken the Xenomorph Queen, then herded the native locals into the pyramid to complete the parasitic process before initiating their hunt of the Xenomorphs.
But, as with all things, the unexpected occurred.
The locals, in their panic, flooded into the pyramid in such numbers that the resulting Xenomorph population vastly exceeded the squad's ability to hunt them down.
Worse still, three of his teammates were parasitized, resulting in the birth of Yautja-Xenomorph hybrids.
These hybrids perfectly inherited the genetic strengths of the Yautja. A single strike was enough for them to slay a Predator. Bloodwolf, the sole survivor, fled immediately.
While escaping, his wrist-mounted control device was damaged, preventing him from contacting the ship or summoning reinforcements.
Even worse, the area near the ship was swarming with Xenomorphs lying in wait.
It had been five days since the Xenomorph Queen was awakened. Bloodwolf had no accurate estimate of how many had been born in that time.
The pyramid, nestled deep within the forest, had moss-covered walls.
The Xenomorph Queen trapped inside was bound with special metallic restraints, so there was no worry about her escaping.
"Xenomorphs originated from an ecological planet. They were once experimental subjects used by the Engineer civilization's Space Jockeys in their efforts to study species propagation—but they went down the wrong path of biotechnology," Bloodwolf lamented.
The Yautja civilization, recognizing the value of Xenomorphs as prey, began capturing Xenomorph Queens to establish trial zones on various planets, allowing their young to undergo coming-of-age ceremonies through the hunt.
Allen shot Bloodwolf a disdainful look and couldn't help but scoff, "You talk like your civilization went down the right path. All that advanced technology, and you're basically cosplaying as some tribal hunter. And fine, you hunt, but with all those high-tech weapons—and you still get counter-killed?"
"…"
Bloodwolf was left awkwardly speechless.
Trial missions among the Yautja often went south. On this very planet, there were more than a few records of Predators dying at the hands of natives.
"We value personal honor," Bloodwolf finally offered a weak justification.
Indeed, the Yautja didn't blame the prey or seek revenge. They even looked down on their own who died in battle.
Those who failed to survive the trial were reduced to doing menial work akin to slavery, unlike the honored warriors who enjoyed the thrill of hunting across the stars.
The primary reason Bloodwolf was so eager to cooperate was because he didn't want to return home and spend the rest of his life doing grunt work.
Thus, the Yautja civilization maintained its ruthless and cold-blooded traditions.
"I'll set up a sonic device outside to lure out the Xenomorph guards, then we can infiltrate the pyramid."
Bloodwolf retrieved a disc-shaped device from his waist.
But before he could act, Allen had already dashed toward the pyramid.
"Is he insane?!"
Seeing his teammate rush in without a tactical plan, Bloodwolf was deeply frustrated.
The trio and their dog were completely ignoring the lurking Xenomorphs in the ruins, boldly charging in like they had a death wish.
Without his wrist control, Bloodwolf couldn't precisely monitor the changes within the pyramid.
Over time, the pyramid's layout shifted in accordance with its internal programming. Entering it without caution was like walking into a maze—no one would get out easily.
Bloodwolf's original plan had been to retrieve his fallen comrade's wrist module, regain ship control, and return to rearm before finishing the hunt.
Gritting his teeth, he chased after Allen.
They arrived at the pyramid.
The thirty-meter-high structure had only one entrance—a pitch-black opening at the top that looked like a gaping maw, concealing a chilling sense of dread.
"We can't charge in head-on. There are definitely a ton of Xenomorphs," Bloodwolf warned.
As the queen, the Xenomorph held the highest status and would undoubtedly be guarded at all times by fully grown warriors—much like the hierarchical structures of ants and bees.
"I'm from Kengan Ashura. I don't do normal."
Boom!
Before the words even faded, Allen's figure blurred, and he slammed a fist into the thick wall.
Cracks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact.
Boom boom boom…
Like a torrential storm, his barrage of punches reduced cubic meters of rock to rubble in seconds.
Clang!
Bloodwolf was so stunned that he dropped his collapsible dagger.
He was terrifying.
A monster of a man who could tear down a pyramid with his bare hands!
Bloodwolf now realized Allen had been going easy on him earlier. Otherwise, he would've been punched straight to the afterlife.
In under five minutes, Allen had punched a tunnel straight into the pyramid.
The outer rock layer crumbled like tofu under his fists.
Inside the dark stone chamber, the husky's body lit up with flames, serving as a walking torch.
Rows of ceremonial altars were lined with skeletal remains.
"This is the sacrificial chamber."
Bloodwolf explained, "Over two hundred years ago, the locals here worshipped us as gods. Every eighty years during the trials, they'd willingly offer young girls as sacrifices."
The host body played a critical role in Xenomorph breeding.
Those birthed from girls were weaker than those using grown men. As a result, previous hunts were always successful.
But this time, the local faction supported by the Yautja had long since vanished. Forced to improvise, Bloodwolf and his team came up with a lousy plan.
Allen wasn't here for archaeology, nor did he care about the fate of the natives.
He casually tapped the walls with his spear, producing loud clangs as he went.
"Looking to get parasitized here—fresh, tender young lad up for grabs!"
"Don't miss your chance—I can swallow twenty centimeters, no problem!"
"I prefer being the bottom. Be a little more assertive, don't make me waste my affection!"
"…"
Lunatic.
Saying all that when Xenomorphs don't even understand speech.
Bloodwolf quietly retreated into a corner. He had no intention of acting crazy and instead chose a defensive position by the wall, at least ensuring he wouldn't get ambushed from behind.
Suddenly, several facehuggers burst out from the cracks in the walls.
Thwip thwip thwip…
Allen, with lightning reflexes, skewered each one mid-air with precise spear thrusts.
[Killed Facehugger – EXP +50]
[Killed Facehugger – EXP +50]
…
Roar!
A piercing screech rang out.
A Xenomorph lunged from the shadows.
But to Allen, it was moving in slow motion. He countered with ease, killing each one in succession.
"Aw yeah!"
Allen cheered. "I've triggered a hidden EXP dungeon!"
"Let's go!"
The husky lit the way, and Allen strutted ahead confidently.
Gu Yi and Agatha didn't find the Xenomorphs all that terrifying—seemed like they just had to sit back and watch.
No one was more frustrated than Bloodwolf. He urgently pleaded, "Could you at least leave one for me? I still need to complete my trial."
"Don't be shy."
Allen clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Call me boss first."
"Bo…boss."
If not for the mask hiding his face, Bloodwolf would've died of embarrassment.
A high-level being from an advanced interstellar civilization calling a native from a primitive star system "boss"—it was humiliating beyond words. He quickly reached for his mask's edge and silently deleted the video recording, erasing any evidence of his disgrace.
"Since you're being so cooperative, I'll be a good boss."
Allen casually asked, "How fresh do you want it?"
"What do you mean?" Bloodwolf was confused.
It's not like Xenomorphs were seafood—how was there a freshness level?
"I can leave it half-dead, or just barely breathing. Want it to be lively?" Allen offered.
"Uhh… half-dead is fine."
Bloodwolf hesitated. "The trial has to be recorded, so it can't look too fake."
"Got it."
Allen agreed cheerfully.
The next second—encounter!
A razor-sharp Xenomorph tail shot straight at his face.
Allen caught it mid-air with one hand, halting it inches from impact.
The Xenomorph crept from the shadows, emitting guttural sounds, revealing its grotesque head.
"Quit showing off, featherbrain."
Allen grabbed the tail and slammed the creature violently into the ground.
Twice.
The Xenomorph struggled to rise, visibly trembling in fear.
"Let me finish it."
Bloodwolf volunteered and went in for close combat using his wrist blade.
The struggle was… rough.
Even Allen broke a sweat just watching.
This guy was clearly the underachiever of the Yautja. He was having a hard time finishing off a nearly-dead Xenomorph.
He did manage to kill it in the end—but not without getting his arm pierced by its tail.
Following tradition, Bloodwolf carved an honor mark on his forehead.
"I'm calling it—there's gotta be a lot of cheating Yautja out there," Allen remarked.
Bloodwolf stubbornly replied, "The trial rules don't forbid cooperation with other species. It's not cheating."
Allen couldn't be bothered to argue. After all, they had final say over the rules.
From there, things went smoothly.
Allen continued his rampage until they reached the egg-laying chamber.
He had killed enough Xenomorphs and facehuggers along the way to gain five levels.
Bloodwolf retrieved his comrade's wrist module and now had access to ship controls again.
Of course, if the Xenomorph threat wasn't eliminated, the clan elders would likely declare the trial a failure. He couldn't just leave.
The Xenomorph Queen, standing nearly six meters tall, was restrained by chains and stimulated by electric currents to accelerate egg-laying.
When the intruders arrived, she shrieked in warning, trying to summon her guards.
But no help came.
Her head was broader, and her body significantly larger, especially her egg-laying sac fused to her abdomen—nothing particularly exotic.
"Shit, she doesn't look anything like what an Alien Queen waifu should. I'm disappointed."
The Queen didn't understand what he meant, but she felt deeply wronged—especially when Allen hurled a rock at her face.
Allen surveyed the chamber, then ripped the chains from the wall with his bare hands.
The Queen attempted to resist, but he dragged her away by the tail.
Bloodwolf, Gu Yi, and Agatha stared in shock.
Allen was forcibly dragging the Xenomorph Queen away.
Even as her claws gouged grooves into the ground, it was useless—she couldn't escape. The scene was disturbingly similar to a beast violating a maiden. They couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the Xenomorph Queen.
"Ahahaha…"
Allen ran ahead with childlike glee, laughter echoing like silver bells throughout the pyramid—eerily chilling.
The Xenomorph Queen, dragged behind him, repeatedly slammed into walls, becoming dazed and dizzy.
Back outside.
Allen tossed the Queen onto the ground outside the pyramid.
Bam bam bam…
He beat her mercilessly until her pitiful shrieks echoed through the forest.
In that moment, all Xenomorphs hunting elsewhere froze and turned toward the pyramid.
It was their Queen's distress call.
Instinctively, they all rushed to her aid.
Even the facehuggers who hadn't yet found hosts scurried back.
As they waited, Allen had the others climb to the pyramid's summit. He intended to solo this next wave for the EXP.
The Queen was again bound with chains and tossed aside.
Soon, sounds stirred in the forest.
Three Yautja-Xenomorph hybrids arrived first.
They were clearly faster and more dangerous.
But with the system at Allen's side, all these minor Xenomorphs were nothing more than one-hit kills.
In the twenty-first century, where superheroes were everywhere, Xenomorphs were completely unpresentable creatures, reduced to mere research subjects.
"Holy shit!"
After spending so much time together, it was only natural for Bloodwolf to have picked up a few modern exclamations.
He knew Allen was formidable, but he hadn't expected him to dispatch a Yautja Xenomorph so cleanly and effortlessly.
Hot on its heels, a swarm of Xenomorphs and Facehuggers came flooding in like a dark, oppressive tide.
This was a forest with a well-preserved natural ecosystem, teeming with large wild animals—perfect hosts for Facehuggers.
Xenomorphs of all sizes charged forward like mad, desperately trying to rescue their Queen.
And truth be told, one of the main culprits behind this scene was the Yautja civilization.
Their egg incubation chambers were equipped with electric stimulators to promote oviposition, resulting in nonstop, 24/7 production. Under normal conditions, there wouldn't be this many Xenomorphs.
Witnessing this, Bloodwolf quietly prepared to have the ship on standby.
If the extermination failed, he would immediately return to the ship and fire a quantum cannon to annihilate the area.
Allen, however, remained completely unfazed. He began with the opening pose of the Form of Ekern.
In an instant, he split into hundreds, even thousands of avatars.
Each avatar's wrist lit up with a golden magical halo.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The husky was so anxious it started cursing, feeling the magic rapidly draining from its body.
At that moment, Allen crouched slightly, and golden lightning surged from both hands.
The arcs of golden lightning followed no fixed pattern, sweeping forward like tidal waves.
Borsat's Thunder.
An advanced spell.
Its downside was the high mana consumption and relatively slow trajectory, which usually made it easy for demi-god level warriors to dodge or for seasoned mages to counter with defensive spells.
But against Xenomorphs, it was more than enough.
The reason Allen didn't use one of his own custom spells was simple—Xenomorphs couldn't feel pain.
[Xenomorph killed. EXP +200]
[Xenomorph killed. EXP +200]
[Xenomorph killed. EXP +200]
…
The nonstop system prompts made Allen's mage level skyrocket.
Within just a few seconds, he had already reached Level 92 Mage.
And with it came a new mage skill.
[Skill unlocked: Spell Reserve]
[Spell Reserve Lv0: Store a spell in advance, allowing it to be instantly cast without chanting or mana cost. As the skill level increases, the number of stored spells increases by 1 per level.]
The once countless Xenomorphs were now reduced to just a few scorched stragglers, feebly struggling to rise.
Allen casually wiped them out and finished off the Xenomorph Queen in passing, bringing the situation to a close.
Whether there were any remaining survivors would now be up to Bloodwolf to handle.