"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Massive impacts rang out without pause.
It was as if they were exhausting everything they had. Every impact shook the entire Underground City.
Straining desperately to break through the seal, the first Overlord Xenomorph finally crawled out amid a huge vortex formed from an immense amount of blood and corpses, letting out a shrill scream.
Stretching. Compressing.
The enormous snake head violently squeezed its way in, brutally burrowing into the prepared vessel.
At the altar before the gate, the first parasitized human began trembling violently all over. Although his ability to think had already been erased by negative emotions, under this forceful occupation, he was like a balloon. His entire body continued to swell as he painfully accommodated the power of the high-order Mutant.
His eyes rolled back. With only his remaining instincts, low growls like the wheezing of a bellows came from his mouth.
The skull in his head was directly drilled apart, shattered and healed again and again, until it was finally able to fully contain the enormous snake head, which was more than thirty meters long.
With a feverish expression, the middle-aged man presiding over the Descent Ritual gazed at the successfully descended Mutant before him with madness in his eyes.
He looked at those eyes, already bearing deathly white pupils.
He knew that the Overlord of their race had arrived!
"Is this the Human World?"
Its voice was hoarse, as if it was still not accustomed to its current body.
Floating into the air in an instant, the first descended Fourth Order Intermediate Xenomorph let out a soft chuckle and turned to look at the other Overlords beyond the Gate.
It could feel it.
The instant it emerged, it sensed the fragility and beauty of this world.
Compared to the dark Xenomorph World,