As Jewel Began swarming towards the enemy lines, she began taking casualties from their ballistic and laser weaponry as usual. Already, thousands of her bio forms had died, but it was irrelevant. To the left of her array, an experimental Bio form began shuffling forward.

It did not look suitable for combat with its hulking hexapod body. It was four meters tall and was built rather cylindrical with a wide gaping mouth with no teeth or scythes or anything to defend itself.

But Jewel did not create it for that purpose, no she created this from knowing Apollo’s weakness’. Her beloved, as amazing as he was, was not as evolved as she was and for that reason still had very easy to identify weakness’. One such weakness was his hearing.

Apollo’s hearing could be overwhelmed and leave him disorientated, even with his now augmented hearing. And these humans here did not have even basic genetic augmentations, so this place was perfect for experimentation.

As she observed the lines carefully, she noticed a temporary weak spot where the hail of projectiles was thinner. She would get her new bio form as close to that spot as possible before releasing its attack.

With its large body, it took the bio form a short while to get into a decent enough range to begin its attack. Once it arrived in its position, It became vulnerable so a horde of warriors began clambering over it as meat shields while it ‘charged up.’

The Spartari lines noticed the anomaly, but could not actively shoot towards it without allowing the rest of the swarm getting closer. Artillery began firing towards the large ball of stationary warriors, but their shells were still being shot down mid-flight.

“ETA on air Support! A change in Tactics is the last thing we need from these beasts! We must stop whatever they are planning!” The centurion shouted at a nearby communication specialist while firing a laser sniper rifle from the backlines. Stay connected via mvl

“Air space has been stripped thin, when the bastards crashed into the planet, they released all their reserve flyers! ETA unconfirmed my lord!” The communication specialist shouted back before he continued on with his task.

The centurion cursed under his breath at that piece of bad news. ‘A change in tactics and behaviour from a predictable enemy is not a good sign.’ He thought. He was then distracted as he noticed the blob of warriors leave their position to join the rest of the swarm.

Upon seeing what the blob had been covering, His eyes went wide as he shouted. “What the fuck is that!”

While under the protection of the warrior shield, The experimental bio form had been inhaling an insane amount of air as 90% of its body was made to absorb air. Once it had finished inhaling, It began to imbue all that air with Psionic energy.

Jewel was roughly 50% through her total channelling of energy when she felt the creature’s form become unstable. Knowing the experiment was a failure, she still wanted to witness the strength of the attack as it was.

In a coordinated few seconds, Jewel disembarked her warriors off the bio form just in time and it began letting out a blood curdling shriek that could be heard for miles. As the Psionic powered sonic screech reached the front lines of the Spartari fortification, blood began pouring out of the phalanx troops eardrums and many of them began to writhe on the ground in agony.

Even with many now deaf, The incredibly loud sound continued to make them writhe on the ground and in some cases die as the sound waves vibrated them to death. This continued for ten seconds before the experimental bio forms body began decaying away due to excess Psionic energy in its body.

Although disappointed that the experiment was a failure, it also had great benefit as her limbs had made great ground in the advance. It took another twelve seconds on the Spartari’s part to recover from the sonic attack.

Even during the attack however, many soldiers still continued firing, like the men on the heavy weapons with hearing protection, the squadrons of knights who’s audio receptors could not register such a tone and the group of elites who shrugged off the Psionic attack thanks to their training.

“Ugh, by my grandads left nut, what was that? I think I am going to hurl.” Beta 8 said as he hunkered over.” “Now is not the time to get queasy Beta 8!” Alpha 2 yelled as she began firing a minigun with a backpack fed belt into the oncoming swarm. “The bugs are almost upon us, whatever they did, they have assured that they will reach the front line any moment!”

The statement was factual. All across the front line, the brave Phalanx could now see the teeth of their enemies and observe their own reflections in the beady glass eyes of the basilisk strains and other equally disgusting forms. Some had even began to become paralysed by the basilisk’s effect, further weakening the front, yet the hardy Spartari Phalanx did not waver a moment as the continued to shoot, shoot and shoot some more.

Gabrielle was looking over the battlefield, just shy from the front line, she had separated from her squawking leader so she could trust her instincts unimpeded. As she looked around the battlefield, something did not feel right.

Looking around, she scanned through the entire swarm in front of her for anything out of the ordinary, other than the beyond absurd amount of Elite Swarm creatures present. Eventually, she scanned the group of 27 agitators that were slowly floating carefree towards the battleline and froze as a sense of Deja vu washed over her.

Her fragile mind suddenly took her back to the memories of the day she swore to never forget, but purged itself of the details so she could mentally function properly. In her mind she had just committed the biggest mistake of her life and was now being pulled through military checkpoints by that bastard she thought she once knew.

“Bitch! You are slowing me down! Move your ass or I will fucking leave you like that trash that came out of you!” Gabrielle got lost in her active memory and slipped right into the woman she once was.

“H-Hunter, I can’t, I am exhausted!” She expressed as a cocktail of emotions whirled around inside of her. She had just given birth not to long ago and now had to run away after hiding what she knew love was made of in a dumpster, all because of this man.

Hunter stared at grace and a rage built up as he began to grind his teeth. “Fine, been nice knowing you!” He said as he turned around and began running towards the next checkpoint. As Gabrielle stood there in shock for a moment, the checkpoint Hunter was running to was suddenly crushed underneath a gigantic drop nest.

In an instant, thousands of Swarm bugs began piling out of the nest, killing and eating everything in their way. She was stunned, but her training kicked in as she reached for the pistol on her hip and began firing while walking backwards. She knew at this point, being surrounded on all sides that she would not make it out alive this day and swore to get revenge for her and her son that could have been by killing as many of the disgusting creatures as she could.

As she thought that, her eyes began to turn a hue purple and her hair grew one streak of purple as well. Unaware of this however, she continued to fire down the road. She watched hunter dodge a warriors attack barely as he ran, only he did not dodge efficiently enough and lost his arm in the process.

Hunter was a tough, arrogant bastard though, and would not let the pain of losing an arm stop him if it meant he could survive even a moment longer. As he ran past Gabrielle who was still firing her pistol, he tripped and cursed. Unable to get back up, he turned as he watched a Basilisk strain open its maw and wrap around Gabrielle’s head, just microseconds away from snapping shut.

Gabrielle closed her eyes tightly, as if not seeing her end would mean it would never come. Opening her eyes to tempt fate after a moment of nothing happening, Gabrielle gulped and jumped back upon seeing the back of the creatures throat.

She shuddered now she was ‘safe’ and looked around. The basilisk strain was rooted still, as was every single other strain and creature in the street behind it. Suddenly she came to when from behind she heard. “Gabrielle, help me up!”

Hunter was desperate and had a pleading look in his eye. As she looked down at him, The basilisk strain suddenly raised its scythes high into the air as though ready to strike. Gabrielle on instinct turned and fired her pistol directly into the creatures open mouth, making the statue still body fall to the ground limp.

She felt an odd sensation as she looked at the rest of the creatures, but could not linger on it any longer as she ran over to Hunter and helped him up. “I don’t know what is happening or why, but this is our best chance to escape alive, lets go!” Hunter said as the two of them ran to find a different route to the evacuation ships.

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*GASP* Gabrielle gasped deeply as her mind was pulled back into her present self. Suddenly, a rage began manifesting as her power began seeping out of her. Her already purple eyes took over even the whites leaving them entirely purple.

Purple tear stains emerged under her eyes as though burned into her skin and began glowing brightly. And having tapped into a rage she has never felt before, the energy she was manifesting could not be contained solely in her body and six wispy tendrils of dark purple energy began jutting out of her back and flaring out and writing as her own anger contorted.

The Agitators that were approaching were the cause of her rage, whatever odd sensation she felt in that Basilisk strain, her instincts screamed that they originated from those 27 bastards.

She vowed to herself as she unsheathed her hook swords that every single creature she sees this day will die by her hands. Until only those 27 disgusting masses survived. She would then torture them for eternity until they told her where her son was, for she know knew that they were the ones that had him!

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