A flash of golden light swept past.
A war spear that looked as though it had been forged from pure gold appeared in Heros's right hand "out of thin air" in a way that shattered everyone's understanding of the world.
Sorry, old man. Rest in peace.
Heros stared expressionlessly at the Tracker. After apologizing to it in his heart, he swung the war spear without mercy and thrust it hard toward the Tracker's head.
Squelch! The war spear pierced straight through the Tracker's skull.
"Gra... urr..."
The Tracker let out a howl. The light faded from its murky single eye, and after losing all signs of life, it stopped moving.
As for why Heros had apologized to the Tracker, it was because he had recently learned that all the Tyrants were clones of Andre.
And Andre was, in a sense, his great-grandfather, so he felt somewhat uncomfortable about it.
After dealing with the Tracker according to the script, Heros pulled his spear from its skull and flicked away the blood clinging to its tip.
Then he swept an expressionless glance across the audience before shifting his gaze to the nearest Tiger Form.
"Hiss?... Hiss!!"
Seeing Heros turn his attention toward them, the Tiger Forms hurriedly displayed terrified expressions, following the Hive Mind's orders.
Immediately afterward, they hissed and howled as they sprinted on all fours into the maze-like ventilation ducts, disappearing from everyone's sight.
They ran?
Those monsters that could easily deal with the members of Teenage Kix had actually been scared away by a single person's gaze?
Whether it was the hostages seated in the audience or Maeve and Starlight, their emotions were like riding a roller coaster, shooting up and plunging down.
They had gone from despair when facing the Tracker and the Alien Praetorian to witnessing the