The black snow seemed like a cosmic-scale plague. It had suddenly appeared on Earth, erasing all kinds of living things while rapidly spreading into the surrounding space.
Nothing seemed able to block its invasion. It did not even resemble physical diffusion.
It reminded Su Ming of a disease that appeared on fruit trees, called Apple Moldy Core Disease. As the name implied, apples began molding and rotting from the inside out, eventually becoming hollow.
Yet the traits Black Snow had displayed so far did not resemble a virus. It turned the energy and inanimate objects it touched into black mud and maggots, while directly erasing any people or animals it came into contact with. It was more like a means of attack.
It was known that the intruder liked to eat, but what was tasty about black mud and maggots? What species fed on those two things? Was it some kind of half-scavenger that had become a god?
As he pondered, the Adjutant brought over the Alien prisoners. There was no shortage of such expendable materials.
Contraxia was basically a place without many rules. It was, after all, an ice-and-snow planet centered on tourism, with neither resources nor much population. Too many rules would hinder economic development.
But there was one rule there—do not oppose Wilson Enterprises. These prisoners had violated that rule.
They were kept under control and made to perform dangerous work that humans and Synthezoids found inconvenient. It counted as offering some value in atonement, but more often than not, these Xenos ended up in various laboratories.
The Adjutant's experiments, Kaecilius's experiments, Master Trickster's experiments—everywhere needed extraterrestrial lifeforms.
Their first time in a place like Sepulk, combined with the dim red lighting around them, filled the Aliens with terror. If the Synthezoids beside them had not been