Alvin looked at Ajak, whose forehead was slick with sweat. He admired her strength, while despising her lack of control.
He raised a hand and fired a level-20 Lightning bolt. The bucket-thick bolt didn't disappoint him. It struck a drooling Xenomorph and turned it to charcoal.
This terrifying field clearly only affected physical targets!
But that was terrifying enough. Alvin couldn't think of anyone who could cast a spell in a space like this. Most people wouldn't even be able to move a finger once they entered.
Alvin strained to move his arm and point at another Xenomorph. As he killed it with a bolt of lightning, he said irritably to Ajak, "Could you try to control it a little?
Open up the space, and I'll kill them all at once!"
Ajak stubbornly shook her head. "No. This is the Pyramid's core, too close to the altar.
If they retreat, they'll escape. You can't kill so many targets all at once.
It took everything I had to gather this many Xenomorphs. I can't risk letting them go, or Ikaris and the others at the altar will be doomed."
This time, Alvin didn't argue with Ajak. She had a kind heart. From what he'd seen along the way, her efforts hadn't been much help, but she had certainly tried her best.
He raised his left hand above his head and used an absurdly awkward pose to adjust the direction of his index finger, killing the Xenomorphs one by one as they watched the spectacle.
Alvin was drenched in sweat. He let out a long breath and said to Ajak, "All right, you can stop now."
Ajak, whose figure was strikingly curvy, carefully surveyed their surroundings before extinguishing the golden light in her hands.
Seeing Alvin nearly collapse from the sudden release