Chaos Heir

Chapter 1400: Syringe

The news was bad but not surprising. Even the Niqols had conveyed similar intentions, but George couldn’t help but curse mentally anyway.

George had held his own against one of the black evolved warriors, but that had been under special circumstances that the current situation couldn’t be further from.

After the two evolved warriors’ horns broke and scarlet irises replaced the blackness of their eyes, their auras had completely changed.

Initially, George’s presence had been able to match that superior existence. He had actually surpassed it, too, at times. However, that wasn’t the case anymore.

The black smoke released by the torn horns enveloped the two evolved warriors, resting on their heads, shoulders, and backs to act as a dense, flickering aura that empowered their every feature.

Moreover, changes happened to the evolved warriors’ existence, too. The new energy they released was closer to what their leader wielded, empowering their overall presence and filling it with troublesome effects.

At once, George felt unable to inspect the two evolved warriors anymore. His sharpness couldn’t pierce their auras, and the problems didn’t stop there.

The split blinding pillar receded under the influence of the black smoke resting on the two evolved warriors’ figures. Even that modified mana couldn’t survive in their presence anymore, and the same went for George’s energy.

George felt his mana shrinking and disappearing during that distant but continuous inspection. He was several blocks away, but his existence as a whole was already suffering, and those troublesome effects were bound to be worse in melee combat.

Besides, George knew he couldn’t use that pressure to sharpen himself even further. There simply wasn’t any weight to that annihilating force. As long as that version of the True Chaos existed, the mana couldn’t, highlighting the limits of his training.

That outcome was hardly surprising. After all, Khan himself had been unable to use his mana against the two scouts, and George was no Liiza. His training method partially matched her old ways, but didn’t reach the same power levels.

Moreover, even if the pregnancy had gotten in the way, Liiza had lost despite the new old ways. Therefore, George had little confidence in facing the black aliens now that they had unleashed their true power.

Of course, George wasn’t outnumbered anymore, but the fleet wouldn’t be of much help against those superior existences. Also, George didn’t know how strong Rodney was, but his attachment to humankind couldn’t have helped in that matter.

Nevertheless, when George peeked at the man to his side, he saw no hesitation or fear. Despite almost having been hit by the black, partially invisible slash, Rodney remained straight and serious, his brown eyes fixed on the two alien evolved warriors, seemingly hosting countless calculations.

That apparent confidence was almost enough to reassure George. After all, Rodney was nothing but crafty and resourceful. However, the universe soon threw something worse at them.

The severed mushroom-shaped pillar kept disappearing from the inside, but the process stopped, replaced by another. The explosions seemed to stop expanding before darker-than-black darkness invaded their fabric, rising through it to alter their texture and purpose.

The modified mana seemed to transform. The True Chaos devoured it to expand and replace it. The giant pillars gradually turned into flickering pitch-black tides of dense smoke, which remained straight and rose higher into the sky before tilting over.

Waves of that pitch-black, mana-devouring energy crashed over the city like a tsunami that submerged its melted, broken streets and buildings. Tides of denser smoke spread everywhere, actively chasing after the areas the fleet had tried to clear and expanding even further.

The nukes had limited their destruction to a quarter of the city, but a third of it was now submerged in True Chaos. That energy showed no sign of halting its expansions, either, especially since the battleships’ bullets now disappeared once they got too close to it.

That raging expansion didn’t affect the two evolved aliens but revealed their leader. The nukes had previously submerged that part of the defensive wall in their scorching mana, but blackness had returned in the area, showing relatively intact structures and the still-sitting being at its center.

The red-eyed leader hadn’t moved from his position, and his gaze had also remained on the city. Yet, his right arm was now lifted, seemingly having something to do with that darker-than-black development and his two henchmen’s power-up.

The scene wasn’t as straightforwardly apocalyptic as before, but George knew things had gotten far worse. As the rivers kept advancing, even the ships began falling from the sky, becoming useless under that alien influence.

The fleet Rodney had brought was already done for. It was only a matter of time before everything stopped functioning once again and forever.

George set his mind on escaping, but Rodney’s collected inspection delayed his plans. Somehow, that weaker General was still plotting something, which he eventually voiced.

"Patriarch Ildoo," Rodney called, returning to more official language. "Do you have it with you?"

The tragic situation greatly limited the possible targets behind Rodney’s vague question. He showed no intention of retreating, meaning he wanted to face the True Chaos, and Khan’s forces had only developed one product that could help with that.

"I was on a family holiday," George stated. "I don’t have it with me."

"So much for the supposedly main force in this war," Rodney mocked. "What’s the point of siding with aliens if you don’t bother using their benefits?"

Rodney didn’t limit himself to that mockery. He reached for one of his trousers’ pockets, drawing out three metal syringes containing a dark-green liquid.

"Baoway probably sent someone to the nearest teleport already," Rodney explained. "Maybe they’ll even manage to reactivate the city’s teleports with the sample I gave them, but we must keep buying them time first."

"Did Raymond Cobsend tinker with this, too?" George asked while accepting one of the syringes.

"This is the original Niqols’ recipe," Rodney denied. "Mister Cobsend still couldn’t perfect it for humans, and I’m not inclined to become a guinea pig for his experimental samples."

"It almost sounds like you are trusting the Niqols’ Shamans more than the human scientists," George snickered, his smirk unable to hide the seriousness behind his stare at the syringe in his hand.

"I didn’t take you for a warrior," George continued, still trying to ignore his hesitation. "But I guess we’d do crazy things for love. Me, you, Kha-."

George didn’t get to complete his joke since Rodeny finished storing one of the syringes and stabbed himself with the other. The dark-green liquid flew inside his leg, immediately spreading throughout his body, twisting his calm expression, forcing him to release a grunt.

Rodney tried his best to remain straight, but his body leaned forward and tensed up as he fought the pain and burning sensation inside. He even closed his eyes while two trails of blood escaped his squeezed eyelids.

Still, the adverse reaction was short-lived, and Rodney soon reopened his eyes, revealing their bloodshot state and their now vertical pupils.