Supreme Paragon Reborn: Humanity's Rise To Galactic Supremacy-Chapter 291: Into the Abyss

Pure terror etched across the faces of the warriors as they bore witness to the Titan’s insides. Just gazing at the creature’s bottomless stomach was enough to make them imagine their deaths.

However, before the giant alien queen could tear the warship apart, the Emperor and the faction leaders next to his side instantly spotted the foe.

Like bolts of lightning, they descended with the sole aim of slaying it for good.

BZZZZ

The Ro’trah minions acted. Obeying their queen’s order, they surged towards her, obscuring her figure while simultaneously assaulting the humans capable of harming their leader.

Like a shark in the ocean, the great figure of the titanic alien dipped among the waves of minions. As for the faction leaders, they instantly went after it deep in the swarm, unwilling to let the creature escape.

Due to the interference of the Emperor, the pressure on Michael’s team lessened slightly, yet they were far from being in the clear.

By now, a large portion of the hive had engulfed the warship’s hull like a violent storm, with the brave soldiers on board barely holding back the swarm. Had they not been there, one of the faction leaders would have surely been overwhelmed and killed by its full force, and nearby planetary settlements would have been struck as well.

Lord Cayson scoffed, his mecha bathed in blood.

"I have to admit it. You didn’t seem much in the beginning, but you can hold your own in battle. I can see you even rivaling Radiant Lords if you are pushed to the brink."

Michael chuckled across the comms channel.

"Well, thank you."

Corpses of General tier aliens littered the ground, unable to withstand the force of Michael’s squad.

Yet for every one they killed, ten seemed to take its place.

"This is why I hate fighting the swarm." Michael muttered as cracks started to spread across his mecha.

He seemed to have a tendency in every battle to compromise the condition of the machines. Was this a flaw in his character or simply the most efficient way to use them?

Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to ponder, as two explosions erupted behind him.

Enzo’s and Leo’s battle suits gave way under the pressure of the swarming creatures, forcing them to abandon the armor.

"We are not done!"

Foreseeing the possibility of being driven to this point, each wore their battle attire with their signature weapons strapped to their back.

Though the two men gave it their all, with the loss of their mechs, the protective circle they’d formed had to shrink to compensate for the reduced coverage they provided.

Next came the loss of Amelia’s mecha, followed by Ruby’s, Richard’s, and Victoria’s. With each loss, the circle narrowed, yet the squad pressed on, giving everything they had.

Eventually Lord Iris and Lord Cayson also lost their mechs, forcing them to eject, just like Michael at the end. The only one still fighting within her mecha was Claire, unsurprisingly, given her mastery over it.

Fortunately, since they had chosen to fight on the warship’s hull, they didn’t find themselves suffocating from a lack of oxygen. The vessel was equipped with a system designed to eject the air it carried to its surface, providing life support for the warriors fighting upon it.

Exhausted and battered, the crew continued to fight, their circle now reduced to a quarter of its original size. General aliens attacking from every direction, intent on feasting on their flesh.

The piercing buzzing assaulted their senses as the numbers of the swarm gradually increased.

"Is... this it?" Richard muttered, barely above a whisper.

Although the noise was deafening, everyone heard him, yet no one answered. Regardless of the angle from which they viewed the situation, they were trapped. There was no escaping this.

Michael’s gaze shifted. Deep within the swarm, powerful detonations rang out as the faction leaders hunted the Titan.

Humanity wasn’t to be underestimated. The fact their race still stood was a testament to their unparalleled strength and unbroken will.

The Titan was going to fall. There was no question about that.

All Michael and his crew had to do was to endure.

Survival meant victory.

His eyes narrowed, and his ribcage expanded.

Perfect Senses. Parallel Sight. Warlock.

Michael detected aliens’ movements, the arc of their claws, and the trajectories of their maws.

"This is a fight we can win."

He summoned Heaven’s Judgment.

Boom!

A plume of smoke and fire erupted from his shotgun, obliterating an Ro’trah in front of him. At the same moment, he slashed with Devil’s Tongue, decapitating an alien to his right.

’There are too many souls for the taking to simply give up!’ The soul weapon remarked.

However, the mood of Devil’s Tongue soured a second later. To Michael’s left, an alien raised its claw, aiming for his neck.

Just as it seemed he was about to fall due to miscalculation, Ava’s hammer soared above the alien.

When her weapon collided with the creature, it turned it to gore, while its claw missed Michael’s neck by a hair’s breadth.

He didn’t display any outward reaction. He had anticipated such an outcome.

A second later, Victoria’s flames surged, combined with Amelia’s electricity, tearing through numerous monsters.

Richard and Claire made sure to withstand every strike that might have killed a teammate.

Enzo and Leo relied on each other, while Ruby rode on Cyberfang’s back.

Even Lord Iris and Lord Cayson performed significantly better than expected.

For a brief moment, the circle stopped shrinking. The squad was managing to hold the line against the constant onslaught of creatures.

Each of them relied on the others to cover their blind spots, every ounce of focus stretched to the absolute limit.

Undoubtedly, Michael was under the most strain. Not only did he ensure the support of every team member when needed, but his mind was in overdrive... Sensing every movement, calculating every possible outcome, and weighing countless future possibilities, deciding how to respond to each.

That was why each and every one of his plans crumbled in an instant when his eyes landed on Victoria. Her legs suddenly went cold, her body going unconscious. At the very center of their circle, a hooded figure appeared, so abruptly in the middle of the chaos no one had spotted it.

Before Michael could even form a thought, he felt a dagger stab into his back, the edge of the blade protruding from his chest.

"Mission completed."

In a flash, the Emperor’s right-hand man moved. He kicked Michael with such intensity that it sent him flying off his feet, like a ragdoll, deep into the heart of the swarm...

Where the Titan resided.