Intergalactic conquest with an AI-Chapter 200 The battle of Nakor. (12) The fall of the Lion.
The twins turned to him, both blinking in surprise as if they had forgotten he was there.
"Oh, you're still alive?" Nyra said casually, twirling her crimson blade.
"Impressive," Lyra added with a smirk. "I thought you'd have bled out by now."
Gustav let out another roar, louder and more feral, before charging at them in a final, desperate attack.
"You've got this, sister! I'll cheer for you... from a safe spot!" Lyra called out with a mischievous grin, making an exaggerated leap backward to put as much distance as possible between herself and the charging Gustav.
"Hmph! What safe distance'? You're clearly running awa—!" Nyra's words were cut off as Gustav barreled into her, his massive frame slamming into her with the force of a freight train.
The bloody mist surrounding her absorbed much of the impact, dulling the force of the charge, but it wasn't enough to stop her from being sent flying across the battlefield. As she tumbled through the air, her crimson eyes glared in frustration.
Using her tentacles to anchor herself mid-air, she retaliated. The blood-red tendrils shot forward, piercing through Gustav's leg and shoulder like crimson spears.
"Gotcha, you overgrown furball!" she snarled while the tentacles anchored Gustav to her as they crashed together, smashing into debris and rolling across the ground in a chaotic whirlwind of claws, blood, and rubble.
When they finally came to a stop, Nyra groaned, pulling herself to her feet. Gustav wasn't far, still tangled in her tentacles, but he struggled against their hold, his injured leg and shoulder dripping with blood.
"Ha! Did you like that, stupid flea bag?!" Nyra taunted, her blood-streaked grin defiant. She summoned her crimson blades and slashed at his chest in a quick arc. The strike landed at point-blank range, carving another deep wound across his torso. Blood sprayed, staining the ground beneath them.
"Tsk, you're too damn hard!" Nyra growled in frustration. Her blade had cut through his skin, but not deep enough to cause serious damage. It was like trying to carve through solid stone.
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Gustav let out a guttural roar, his eye blazing with primal rage. Despite his injuries, he lunged at her with renewed ferocity. Nyra tried to dodge, but with her tentacles still impaling him, his movements dragged her along, forcing her into close quarters.
His massive claws tore into her, landing several devastating hits that sent her staggering back.
"Now, sis! Throw him up!" Lyra shouted from a safe distance, her voice cutting through the chaos.
Nyra grated her teeth. "Fine! But you owe me for this one!" With a loud, defiant yell, she poured all her remaining strength into her tentacles.
They coiled tightly around Gustav's limbs, straining as she lifted him into the air. Her muscles burned, and veins popped along her arms as she forced the beast upward.
"Take him!" Nyra shouted, lifting Gustav high into the sky with a powerful heave.
Lyra turned to the freshly arrived 4th Blood Legion Squad, their crimson armor gleaming as they marched into position, plasma rifles already raised.
These squad, having just finished massacring the last of Nexum's resistance forces, moved with military precision, their steps synchronized as they encircled the battlefield.
"Squad 4th, open fire!" Lyra commanded, her voice sharp and resolute.
The Blood Legion wasted no time. A fraction of a second later, their plasma rifles unleashed a devastating volley, golden bolts of energy streaking upward and slamming into Gustav mid-air.
The sky lit up in a dazzling display of gold and crimson, each plasma blast tearing into the beast's already ravaged body.
From below, Nyra watched the spectacle unfold, her chest heaving as she struggled to maintain the hold with her tentacles. The plasma blasts didn't just burn into Gustav; they were starting to tear through her tentacles as well.
"Damn it!" Nyra hissed as she felt her grip weakening. The tentacles, charred and mangled by friendly fire, began to disintegrate. "I can't hold him anymore! Stop firing!"
At her command, the squad ceased fire instantly, their rifles humming softly as the barrels cooled. Gustav, now scorched and bloodied beyond recognition, plummeted back to the ground, disappearing into a massive dust cloud upon impact.
The Blood Legion soldiers advanced methodically, forming a tight perimeter around the cloud. Their plasma rifles were raised, glowing faintly as they prepared for any sign of movement.
As the dust began to settle, Lyra rushed to Nyra's side, slinging one of her sister's arms over her shoulder to help her stand.
"Are you alright, sister?" Lyra asked with concern flickering in her voice.
"Of course I'm not!" Nyra snapped, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and irritation. "Did you see how that damn flea bag threw me around? I was sure I was going to die!"
Lyra smirked slightly, adjusting her grip to better support her sister. "Oh, please. You've been in worse scrapes. I mean, there was that time you—"
"Don't remind me," Nyra interrupted with a groan, leaning on her sister as they slowly approached the encirclement. Both of them stared at the dust cloud, waiting for it to dissipate.
The Blood Legion soldiers didn't move an inch, their disciplined ranks tightening as they prepared for a final confrontation. Their glowing visors reflected the slowly clearing dust, and the faint hum of their weapons filled the tense air.
"Do you think it's over?" Lyra asked, her voice low.
Nyra wiped the blood off her lip, a savage grin spreading across her face. "If it's not, I'm going to make sure it is."
The last remnants of the dust cloud began to clear, revealing a battered and bloodied Gustav, barely able to stand. His golden fur was scorched black in places, his muscles twitching involuntarily as he struggled to remain upright. Despite his condition, his single remaining eye burned with defiance.
"That bastard's still standing," Nyra muttered, her grin fading into a scowl. "He doesn't know when to quit."
Lyra tightened her grip on her pistols, her crimson eyes narrowing. "Then we'll finish him now."
Gustav let out one last roar, his voice filled with primal fury as he prepared for a desperate final charge.
The twins locked eyes for a brief moment, exchanging a wordless nod that spoke of trust, understanding, and just a hint of sibling exasperation.
Nyra, now visibly calmer after their intense battle, walked toward the broken Gustav, her bloodied tentacles retracting into her body. The crimson mist around her dissipated, leaving only her striking crimson eyes and a face that bore an almost serene expression.
The beast, Gustav, was barely holding onto consciousness. His remaining yellow eye flickered weakly, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths. Blood pooled around him, staining the ground in a crimson river.
"Well," Nyra began, her voice unusually soft, "seeing as how hard you trashed me around, I have to admit... you've earned my respect." She knelt down and sat cross-legged in front of Gustav, casually resting her elbow on her knee as she stared at his eye.
"You're a beast of pride and strength; I'll give you that. So... is there something you want to say? You know, any last words?"
Gustav let out a low, guttural growl, summoning the last of his strength to speak. His voice was hoarse and cracked, but his words carried the weight of his stubborn pride.
"I have... nothing to say... to a devil," he rasped before coughing up blood and spitting it defiantly onto the ground near Nyra's feet.
Nyra tilted her head, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "A devil?" she repeated, her voice calm but curious. "I'm not a devil, you know. I'm just a normal member of the blood clan." She gave him a faint smile, almost playful in its innocence.
She gestured to the battlefield around them, at the bodies, the rubble, and the destruction that still smoldered from the chaos. "Besides, is all this really so unusual these days? Even you used your allies as shields to survive. Did you forget that already?"
Gustav's jaw tightened as though he wanted to argue, but his body betrayed him. His remaining strength was fading fast, and his vision was turning black.
Nyra sighed as she leaned forward slightly, her gaze softening. "Mmm, I guess you can't talk anymore, huh? That's too bad. It'd be a shame for someone like you, a beast with this much fight in you, to just die in a place like this."
She tapped her chin thoughtfully before grinning. "You know what? I've decided. I'll save your life. But in exchange... you'll belong to us."
Her voice turned light and playful, almost as if she were joking, but there was no mistaking the sharp edge of dominance in her tone. "Be sure to say thanks when you wake up!"
Those were the last words Gustav heard before his consciousness finally slipped away, his body going limp against the rubble.
Nyra stood up, brushing the dust off her clothes with a small huff. "Ha... how I wish those online novels about the blood clan were real."
Lyra, who had been watching from nearby, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? What stories?" she asked with her voice tinged with curiosity.
Nyra waved a hand dismissively. "You know, those popular ones where they say we can turn people into blood clan members by biting their necks and pouring a little of our blood into them. Simple, clean, and effective."
She started gesturing enthusiastically as she continued, "Like, imagine if we could just bite him, give him some of our blood, and boom! Instant blood clan member! I read all these stories when I was bored and stuck with nothing to do."
Lyra frowned slightly. "And how do you know it doesn't work?"
