The Sex Pistol—my colossal Siege Cannon Terraformer Weapon—felt cold and heavy in my hands, a promise of absolute destructive power. The barrel, wide enough to swallow a tank, was aimed directly at the critically injured and now fear-paralyzed Alpha Brute Silver Back Ape.
I pulled the trigger.
The moment the mechanism engaged, the enormous, fleshy air sacs along the gun's chassis greatly expanded with a sound like tearing silk, performing a colossal, instantaneous inhale. An incredible vacuum force—a localized gravitational anomaly powered by the Harmonic Resonance Anchor at the core of the weapon.
The effect was devastating. The Alpha Brute, already critically injured, was instantly yanked off its feet; the creature was now being physically dragged. It let out a soundless, terrified scream as it tumbled end-over-end toward the muzzle.
The vacuum didn't stop there. Koba and the Hand were several yards away, doing their best to suppress the advancing wave of Silver Fleas. The vacuum field was so massive that it tore through the flea swarm as well, pulling several thousand of the warhorse-sized scuttlers off the ground. Koba and the Hand braced themselves, the smaller fleas around them being violently sucked away, creating a momentary, chaotic clearing in the enemy line.
The Ape and the mass of fleas vanished into the barrel of the Sex Pistol like a magic trick! I was momentarily stunned! No debuff pun intended.
A moment later, a terse, technical system message from the cannon itself—relayed via Herja—flashed in my HUD, confirming the internal processing.
[Processing organic intake, 65%-75%-85%....100% complete.]
The air sacs deflated with a wet thwump, and a thick, bio-mechanical spear—a dense spike of processed, hyper-compressed lunar biomass—began to slide slowly out of the top ejector port.
The Lunar Silver Back Ape was gone. Siege Weapon Limit Break achieved. The focus of the fight was now entirely on the remaining, massive swarm of Silver Fleas.
The Rhizomorphic Spear was in fact a colossal, white spiraling coil of processed lunar biomass—devoured and launched from the reproductive process of the 'Sex Pistol' with a low thrum, the spear streaked and unraveled down the side of the mountain toward the remaining Silver Flea horde!
It was not a solid projectile, but a specialized ordnance disguised as a primal weapon. It was a kilometer-long terra-forming Rhizomorphic Strip!
The moment the 'tip of the spear' struck the mountainside directly in front of the Silver Flea swarm, the spear exploded in waves of Rhizomorphic tendrils that pulled in all viable bio-mass! The force of the impact caused the massive coil to unfurl into a straight line. It was a kilometer-long streamer of dense, root-like material, stretching from the point of impact and trailing far down the slope into the approaching horde.
As it settled, the streamer instantly began its aggressive, terraforming work of Immediate rooting and consumption: The white, bio-mass streamer instantly took root. Hundreds of thick, wickedly sharp tendrils snapped out from the main body, lashing into the mass of oncoming Silver Fleas. The tendrils did not just strike; they consumed the lunar beasts, tearing into their metallic carapaces and draining their organic energy and biomass with shocking speed!
As each Silver Flea was devoured, the Rhizomorphic streamer visibly gained biomass. The white spiral grew thicker, the luminous green-blue energy channels pulsed from newly forming nodes. This influx of enemy biomass was instantly converted into primal, regenerative energy, strengthening the waning wild will of the Beast Vein against the will of the modern world.
The next stage was Fauna Eruption. Within seconds of the successful consumption, the kilometer-long strip of newly formed Rhizomorphic terrain began to grow with ancient Beast Vein Fauna! Large, predatory jungle-vines with snapping jaws erupted from the ground; deep-purple, crystalline fungal clusters released spores that clung to the air; and massive, shield-shaped leaves unfurled to block the remaining advance of the fleas. The zone was no longer simple rocky mountain but a deadly, new rapidly established Beast Zone.
By deploying the Rhizomorphic Spear, I successfully carved a kilometer-long strip of hostile biome into the Camelback Mountains. As I continue to create more such "Beast Zones," the primal energies of the Beast Vein would increasingly concentrate in these areas, establishing strategic footholds and enhancing my clan's power across the corrupted Earth.
The crimson sky over the Camelback Mountains seemed to brighten momentarily as the victory fanfare faded. I and my team, battered but triumphant, felt the deep, restorative rush of power that only a massive level-up could provide.
AshLvl 6 (1365/1,500)1,500+60,000Level 19
MarlaLvl 5 (1254/1,300)1,300+60,000Level 19
MothmanLvl 5 (1132/1,300)1,300+60,000Level 19
FelicityLvl 5 (980/1,300)1,300+60,000Level 19
KobaLvl 5 (789/1,300)1,300+60,000Level 19
I had gained 13 Ability Points (AP), having leaped from Level 6 to Level 19! Marla, Mothman, Koba, and Felicity, starting a level behind, had gained 14 AP each, also reaching the team's new standard of Level 19. The "Blender" strategy, combined with the successful execution of the Siege Weapon Limit Break, had paid off spectacularly.
"Did you see that damage?" Marla laughed, her emerald eyes glowing with renewed energy. "We went from struggling to an instant kill! The Brute was just... fuel!"
Mothman, his Xun'dral Unit retracting with a smooth hiss, "Gull blimey look how long it is!" Koba simply pounded his massive fist against the ground, the sound echoing his approval.
I holstered the heavy Sex Pistol Siege Cannon back into my satchel ring, the weapon now dormant and waiting for its next Limit Break charge. I then walked towards the kilometer-long strip of aggressive fauna—the newly established Beast Zone.
The ground here was dark and fertile, alien roots snaking through the rocks, and strange, vibrant flora quickly consuming the processed remnants of the Lunar Fleas.
Herja's voice cut in, grave and immediate.
"System Message: Primal energies are flowing in this zone. We should soon expect to see it affect the surface beasts."
"What do you mean, Herja?" I asked, looking at the swirling green Orgone of the new growth to the barren, blood-red desert beyond.
"The Primal Energy of the Beast Zone will begin to influence the local wildlife," Herja explained. "It will make them stronger, fiercer, and able to defend themselves from the lunar beasts."
My mind raced, connecting the dots. This was more than just a tactical defense; it was planetary remediation.
"Ash," Herja continued, her voice resonating with strategic weight, "the more Beast Zones we create, the more the surface world will return to the way it was or used to be. Genome Beasts will begin to populate the earth again."
The Rhizomorphic Spear was not just a weapon; it was a tool of Genesis. Each successful Limit Break, each processed lunar beast, fueled the return of Earth's true, ancient defenses—the Genome Beasts. The fight was not just to survive the invaders, but to reseed the planet.