Ah, This Glorious Battlefield!

"Only darkness awaits you!"

Like a gale scattering chaff across the ground, the Moebius Hybrid merely raised a hand and unleashed a surging wave of psionic energy, instantly knocking down more than a dozen Imperial soldiers who had failed to dodge in time. The shockwave tore apart swathes of brick flooring, leaving blazing fissures in its wake.

In the blink of an eye, roiling energy gathered around the terrifying creature. Pillars of light rose from the ground like crimson fountains, unleashed in an explosive storm. The Imperial forces immediately suffered countless casualties, soldiers rolling amid blood and fragments of Power Armor.

The Moebius Hybrid mercilessly harvested the Imperial soldiers' lives, as though they were bundles of straw scattered by a violent wind.

Valerian's face turned ashen. Half of it was grief over the deaths and injuries among his troops; the other half was because the hybrid's negative emotions—filled with hatred and bloodlust—were crashing over him like waves. Overwhelming hatred struck him head-on, like summer heat baking the earth.

The Empire's researchers had described this mental and emotional pressure exerted by hybrids as crimson malice—red hate. At certain moments, that alone was enough to plunge large numbers of human troops into uncontrollable terror, even causing them to slaughter one another.

"Subject 523I is undoubtedly the strongest of the three Moebius Hybrids. His power surpasses that of ordinary hybrids." Stone warned his young prince. "The rebels here believe that this hybrid freak's strength is still growing with time. Once it reaches its peak, he will destroy the planet on which he was born."

At that moment, Stone was surrounded by his elite Ghost squad. Under normal circumstances, such a well-equipped elite team could handle a Hybrid Ravager on its own.

Some of these warriors killed with nothing but daggers; others excelled at