About fourteen twenty-meter-long black tentacles this Drak had; it made it extremely tall, to the point the trucks below seemed like toys ready to be rummaged.
A compartment at the front of the truck slid open, and a hunter jumped out with a firm landing—so did the others from each vehicle.
They seemed unfazed by the fact that the truck moved at a speed of 65 km per hour, and strangely, their feet were glued to the rooftops to avoid being sent flying by the wind.
There was a particular object carried at their sides with a stiffened grip, while they took a braced posture for balance.
The object beside them rested on the lower half, a metal strip holding it tightly like a waistband.
A tube-like cylinder the size of a human arm jutted forward, aimed dead ahead, facing the direction of the tentacled menace.
On the other side, where the engine and power source were placed, a warm blue light glowed like the sea. The mechanism began to spiral, generating staminate energy, waiting to be released.
During this time, the Drak kept wildly flinging its tentacles at the moving trucks with the intent to crash them or disassemble the formation.
However, the experts at the wheel had their lives on the line and wouldn't let that come to pass. They didn't want to die, yet no matter how they maneuvered through the strikes, it still stayed on their tail.
Without a second of hesitation, as soon as the weapons reached maximum energy charge, a trigger was flicked, releasing the power all in one go.
Like blue-flamed meteors, the blasts cut through the air. As they flew with furious speed, they left behind azure residues that instantly vanished after a few moments.
Those azure balls of destruction struck the Drak from all sides, dug deep into its flesh, and even obliterated a few of its tentacles as it tried to protect its face.
Shreeeearg!!!!!
Shreee!!!
Shreee!!
It cried out—a raw sound laced with torment and agony. A moss-green liquid leaked from its wounds, drowning the ground with a sage-colored fluid.
It was clearly the creature's blood, but the expressions of the shooters turned grim.
One of them spoke through the telecom, tapping the side of his face.
"Captain, the blood of the Drak's green!!"
The captain paced back and forth, frustrated and confused about what to do next. Upon receiving the message, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Clear the fucking area now! Distance yourselves from that Drak—NOW!!!"
In the records found about Draks since the war started, it was discovered that these extraterrestrial monsters have strangely unique traits, different even within their own species—yet rare.
The color of their blood.
It may not seem important, but it was what hunters feared the most. Depending on the color of the blood—as in this case, green—it was a clear indication that the blood possesses explosive traits when heavily injured.
And this Drak had sustained a critical amount of damage to its body.
A state where it felt its life was threatened.
Sizzle~
Sizzle~
Sizzle~
BOOM!!
A huge flame erupted, igniting the atmosphere in a moment of catastrophic force, sending everything within a 15 km radius into the air.
The earth shook from the brutality the explosion brought, showing no mercy and seeking nothing but devastation in its wake.
A mushroom-shaped, onyx-black cloud infused the ambience. The cargo truck was seen exiting the ebony mass without a single scratch.
Following behind was another truck—on the verge of crumbling but still holding strong as it kept moving.
The flabbergasted captain stared aimlessly through the back window, surprised by what had just happened when they were within the smoke.
Immediately after the Drak's blood ignited, it quickly regenerated, growing back all its limbs completely. It seemed the explosion also had healing properties for it.
As soon as it healed, the Drak launched at them. As if the force of the explosion wasn't enough, its tentacles did even more damage by clamping down and ripping apart the vehicles.
The attack was unexpected, coming from all directions, as the onyx smoke tainted the air into complete void.
The cargo truck came into its sight, and it dashed toward it with pure hatred in its eyes.
As the cargo truck was within its grasp, a tentacle shot out with the speed of a bullet in an attempt to pierce the vehicle.
Just as it was about to strike the truck, the tentacle suddenly recoiled, retreating quickly back to its owner.
The creature backed away, its face filled with fear and confusion.
Shheee!!
"What is that terrifying aura exuding from that tin can?" A gravelly tone echoed through the atmosphere—rough, low, and thunderous.
Although it was clear the words had been spoken, there was no proof the creature had done so, as it had no mouth. The sound seemed to come from the wind, not the creature itself.
It was simply a projection that scared the daylights out of the Drak—a projection of a being beyond human.
Made entirely of halo essence, it exuded an intense pressure in the air, thick with pure murderous intent.
A silhouette was seen within this chaos of energy. Still and unmoving, the figure stood—its eyes that of an abyssal stygian void, as though nothing remained, an ellipse beyond any void, even darker than darkness itself.
A void that radiated pure cosmic chaos, longing to devour everything until nothing remained.
The appearance wasn't clearly seen, but the hairy outline and claws on its fingers suggested this wasn't something normal.
It might even tread the path of divinity.
Regardless, the Drak understood that whatever it was could bring about its end.
Captain Rick could only stare at the Drak as the truck added more distance between them.
It was no longer after them and just stood there until it was out of view.
"Doc."
"Yes captain."
"We just survived a hazard." Captain Rick commented bluntly. "Please contact the base and inform them about our situation."
"I will immediately sir" replied the Doc.
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