novelhk Chapter 38 Hidden
Chapter 38 Hidden
Paris leaned silently against the wall, trying to hide himself in the shadows.
At this moment, he wished he were thinner and the other person's voice were louder so he could gather more information.
Unlike his two colleagues who were already considering cannibalism to obtain intelligence, Paris's upbringing, shaped by Hector's teachings, made him extremely resistant to the idea.
His entry into the Eighth Dalian was entirely by chance; it was his fondness for the Dalian company commander's shout of Hector's name at the meeting that led him to choose this place.
After discussing the matter with his father Priam that day, Hector loosened many restrictions on his younger brother, allowing him to freely choose to become a junior sergeant in any of the majors except the First and Second Majors.
However, Hector's face darkened for a moment when Paris made his choice.
The man before them wore a wide linen robe, and the two men were conversing, including about the gathering edict from the planetary governor.
"That old guy's gone mad," one person mocked.
"In fact, there are two. Two old guys thought that just because they've reached that position, they really think they can command all the troops." The other person also had a mocking expression, and his tone showed no respect whatsoever for the two most powerful people in the Iron Seven.
"They don't even look at what kind of fleet that is. I think any one of those ships could be enough to pay us ten years' worth of taxes."
"For at least a hundred years, we simply won't be able to build even one ship like that. If we try to buy them, no one will be so kind as to sell them at cost price."
"Without orbital defenses, without airspace, we watch helplessly as the enemy builds ground fortifications and fortresses."
"At first he acted like he could take whatever he wanted, but now he looks like he's going to fight to the death for his dignity. I suspect that old guy has been parasitized by an alien and it's messed up his brain."
"Maybe that's possible, haha."
Paris's helmet kept recording the messages inside, while he marveled at his good fortune.
The two exchanged words, laughed, and mocked each other.
But at a certain point in time, they fell into an eerie calm, as if possessed.
The two faced each other, then turned around, took two steps, and finally lay down on the ground.
Paris sensed something was wrong. The Legion's training had led Paris to reach for the explosive pistol he had specially modified for Astartes.
The pistol bore the Legion's laurel wreath and his own name, which Paris had specifically requested be engraved on it.
As expected, a Kraf alien slowly emerged from the shadows.
It clearly failed to spot the hidden Paris, like a sleepy young nobleman waking up in the morning, ready to enjoy his breakfast.
Paris recorded the appearance of the alien, its data, and its organs that could serve as deadly weapons.
tear-
It walked over to a fallen nobleman, and with a tearing sound, the nobleman was ripped in two.
Paris waited.
He didn't rush to make a move.
There was only one person eating, but there were two portions of food.
Paris believed that there was still one person who had not yet appeared, and that he was hiding.
The Kraf alien ate extremely quickly, and in no time the humanoid figure on the ground had disappeared. It then stretched out its long, thin tongue to lick the blood off the ground, still seemingly unsatisfied.
It was clearly not full, its eyes kept glancing at another nobleman, and it took several steps to move closer.
Paris watched, still waiting, his other hand slowly and silently pressing down on his pistol.
Snapped--
With a crisp impact, the Claf alien rolled twice on the ground before painfully standing up.
It was another Kraf Xenomorph; it had indeed appeared.
Paris watched the conversation between the two aliens and could clearly see the anger on one side and the evasiveness and guilty look on the other.
They possess wisdom and their own civilization.
Meanwhile, Paris noticed a strangely shaped alien artifact on the second alien that appeared, resembling a rifle. This represented civilization, rather than a simple mutation of flesh and blood.
It watched as the alien tore apart the nobleman's body, burying his face in the crimson flesh without any defense. Another alien watched longingly, its attention not fully focused.
Bang bang bang bang bang————
Paris seized the fleeting opportunity, pulling the trigger instantly. His other hand, which was already prepared, pressed down on the gun, and the speed at which he pulled the trigger made it almost fully automatic.
The instant the magazine was emptied, Paris saw the bullets explode in a series on the alien's bat-like face, shattering the entire face.
Paris did not hesitate for a moment.
He dropped his gun, turned and ran, throwing a grenade behind him as he left.
Startled by the gunshot, the Claf alien was momentarily stunned. The death of its companion enraged it instantly. Its bare, skeletal bat wings did not flap at all. Driven by its psionic energy, it charged towards the direction where Paris had fled.
Paris listened to the high-explosive grenades exploding behind him, but he didn't stop for a moment and ran forward without looking back. His helmet kept planning the best route for him until a bright red light appeared on his left when he turned a corner.
That's a warning!
Paris felt no burden; he instantly lowered his body and rolled forward.
At that very moment, a Kalaf alien, missing both hands and half a wing, broke through the corridor wall and appeared in front of Paris.
Blood seeped continuously from its hideous face, flesh and shrapnel intertwined.
Before it could roar, Paris suddenly stood up, forcefully twisting his body with the soles of his feet. Using the power from the twisting motion, Paris gripped the hilt of the short blade with one hand and placed the other hand on the back of the hand holding the blade.
He suddenly released all the pressure he had been holding in at that moment.
The short blade was less than five centimeters from the head of the Kraf alien. It was as if the blade had pierced into an invisible glass. No matter how hard Paris tried, he could not get it in an inch.
Paris could almost smell the nauseating stench emanating from the Kraf alien.
"Damn aliens!" Paris's eyes flashed with defiance and rage.
He couldn't break free; he was trapped here.
Both the wrists and the body were subjected to immense force that made it difficult to extricate oneself, as if one were trapped in a quagmire.
The ending seems to have been predetermined.
If he had been a little faster, Paris might have been able to find his hidden bomb gun and give that damned alien a good cleansing.
+Human, you+
The Kraf alien communicates with Paris using psychic powers.
Paris could sense the Clough Xenomorph's smugness.
"You'd better kill me now, you damn alien, don't give me a chance..."
How could you have found me so quickly!
No! Don't!
Before Paris could finish speaking, he seemed to vaguely sense something being dragged away and torn apart within his skull.
The Clough Xenomorph let out an incredibly pitiful plea and a painful howl, followed by a chilling, shrill laugh that Paris felt as if his body was being chilled to the bone.
The laughter was so sharp, so chilling, that his soul felt frozen, far colder and more unsettling than any frozen world he had ever been to, or any world of death.
The invisible constraints have disappeared.
Paris's short blade pierced the skull of the Kraf alien due to inertia, and he fell to the ground, tumbling awkwardly alongside the soulless flesh.
Before he could pull out the short blade, Clough's wrecked body began to swell in a small area, and his flesh burst open.
"call----"
Paris fell to his knees, gasping for breath in fear.
"What is it?" he asked himself, but he would never get an answer.
Even when faced with the threat of death, Paris did not yield.
But at that moment, Paris truly felt fear, felt a certain gaze upon him.
This sent a chill down Paris's spine.
After a few seconds of adjustment, Paris stood up from the ground. He hesitated for a moment, then set the body in front of him ablaze with fire before turning back to retrieve his weapon and take with him the alien corpse that he had killed in the initial ambush.
In his final moments before leaving, Paris looked back one last time and asked himself a question.
"What exactly is that?"