Chapter 343: Home training (Day 2 in hell, the final episode)

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Chapter 343: Home training (Day 2 in hell, the final episode) The attack came faster than conscious thought. One moment the creature was thirty feet away at the base of the stairs, the next it was inside Noah’s guard, moving at speeds that made his Mach 2 capabilities look pedestrian. Clawed fingers raked across his chest, shredding through Knight Grace’s void shell and the armor beneath like they were made of tissue paper. The impact sent Noah sailing through the air like a ragdoll, his body spinning uncontrollably as he crashed through a conveyor system, sparks flying as metal twisted and bent around him. Blood streamed from four parallel gashes across his torso, but even as he flew backward, his mind was already calculating. [Void Blink activated] Noah materialized mid-flip, void energy crackling around him as he twisted his body into a perfect aerial recovery. Without hesitation, he launched himself back into the fray with explosive force, his knee driving upward toward the creature’s head in a daring counterattack that would have shattered concrete. The Harbinger’s response was almost casual—a fluid sidestep that made Noah’s enhanced reflexes look sluggish. But it was the tail that nearly ended him. A appendage he hadn’t even noticed whipped through the air like a steel cable, forcing Noah to duck desperately. Even grazing contact sent a shockwave through his ribs, and he felt something crack as he rolled away, fresh blood seeping through his armor. "Oh, what a delightful little dance!" The creature’s voice was melodic, almost sing-song, with an undertone that made Noah’s skin crawl. "Such spirit! Such determination! You move like you think you can hurt mother." Mother? Noah steadied himself against a processing unit, Excaliburn held in a defensive grip as he tried to process what he was seeing. The creature moved with predatory grace, circling him like a cat playing with wounded prey. Those three horns caught the industrial lighting, casting shadows that seemed to writhe with their own malevolent life. "You don’t know me, little soldier," she continued, her voice carrying a maternal warmth that was somehow more terrifying than any roar. "But oh, how I know you. The human with the black death sword. The one who’s been killing my children." ’Children? What the hell is she talking about?’ "Canadah," she said, as if reading his thoughts. "Deep space. Nebular. And now here. Every precious child you’ve murdered with that pretty blade of yours." Her eyes gleamed with something that might have been affection. "They all came home to mother eventually. Told me such stories about the little human who danced with death." Noah’s blood ran cold. The implications hit him like a freight train—if she was telling the truth, then the Harbinger network was far more sophisticated than anyone had imagined. They weren’t just mindless monsters with odd hobbiss like civilization eradication. They were a connected intelligence, sharing information across impossible distances. "Surprised?" She laughed, a sound like breaking glass mixed with silver bells. "Did you think we were just animals, dear one? Oh, what a precious misunderstanding. We’ve been watching your species stumble around the galaxy like children playing with fire." [Health Points: 1690/1750] [Void Energy: 1520/2200] Noah didn’t wait for her to finish speaking. He launched himself forward, Excaliburn’s void-enhanced blade cutting through the air in a perfect arc aimed at her neck. A clean decapitation—simple, efficient, final. She moved like flowing water, her body bending in ways that defied anatomy as the blade passed harmlessly through empty air. Her counter was immediate—a backhand that caught Noah across the jaw, sending him spinning into a gravity manipulator. The metal housing crumpled like paper, and sparks rained down as the machinery died with a grinding shriek. "Tsk, tsk," she chided, advancing with leisurely confidence. "Such impatience! Mother is trying to have a conversation with you, dear." Noah spat blood and launched into a combination attack—void blink to her left flank, Null Strike aimed at her torso. The erasure field should have unmade her at the molecular level. She pirouetted away from the blink like a dancer, and when the Null Strike came, she simply wasn’t there. Her speed was impossible, her movement patterns completely unpredictable. She flowed around his attacks like smoke, always one step ahead. "Oh, you’re going to try the dissolving touch next, aren’t you?" she said with delighted anticipation. "The entropy technique that unravels poor matter? I’ve seen that one before, little one. It’s quite clever, but..." Noah’s hand was already moving, entropy energy crackling around his fingers as he lunged for her exposed shoulder. Contact would mean death—he’d seen what his touch could do to Harbinger biology. Her hand intercepted his wrist with scary grip strenght, stopping the attack inches from her skin. Her grip was like steel, completely immobilizing his arm. "But mother knows all your tricks," she finished sweetly. The headbutt came from nowhere, her forehead crashing into his nose with the force of a sledgehammer. Stars exploded across Noah’s vision as he staggered backward, blood streaming down his face. She followed up immediately with a combination that would have impressed a professional boxer—jab, cross, uppercut, each strike landing with inhuman precision and power. Noah tried to keep up, his enhanced reflexes pushed to their absolute limit. But she was everywhere at once—her fists moving in blurs, her footwork flawless, her timing perfect. She fought like she’d been studying human combat sports for decades, then adapted them for alien anatomy and impossible speed. "You’re quite good," she said conversationally, landing a liver shot that folded Noah in half. "For a child. But mother has been perfecting the art of violence since before your species learned to make fire!!!" A devastating right hook sent Noah flying through a refinery tower. Metal screamed as the structure collapsed, tons of machinery crashing down in a thunderous cascade. He rolled desperately, avoiding being crushed by debris, his void energy flickering weakly around minor injuries. [Health Points: 1580/1750] [Void Energy: 1450/2200] "The beautiful thing about conquest," she continued, stepping delicately through the wreckage, "is that survival gets so terribly boring after the first million years. One needs hobbies, dear. Activities to keep the mind sharp and the claws keen." Noah struggled to his feet, his entire body screaming in protest. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain through his battered ribs. But his mind was working frantically, analyzing her movement patterns, looking for weaknesses, finding none. ’She’s not just fast—she’s four steps ahead of everything I want to do. Like she’s reading my intentions before I even form them. But there has to be something. Everyone has a weakness.’ "Storm Fall," he gasped, void energy building around him. Lightning erupted from every metal surface in the processing center, the same technique that had devastated the single-horns. Ten million volts of electrical fury turned the industrial space into a hellscape of plasma and sparks. She danced through it all like it was a light rain. The electricity bent around her, refused to touch her, as if reality itself was too polite to inconvenience her with something as mundane as electrocution. "Lovely light show," she said, appearing behind him somehow. "But mother has been swimming in stellar storms since before this planet cooled." Her knee found his kidney without invitation and stayed there. Noah’s vision went white as agony exploded through his lower back. He collapsed to his knees, gasping, tasting copper. "You know what I’m thinking?" she said, crouching down to his level with maternal concern. "I’m thinking mother might not kill you after all. You’re far too entertaining. And it’s been so long since I had a proper pet." The word ’pet’ hit Noah like ice water. He looked up into her eyes and saw something that was infinitely worse than hatred or hunger. He saw affection. Genuine, twisted, maternal affection. "I could take such good care of you," she whispered, reaching out to stroke his bloodied cheek with one clawed finger. "Groom you. Feed you. Teach you proper manners. You’d make such a wonderful addition to mother’s collection." ’Collection. Oh god, she’s serious. She actually thinks—’ Noah’s void blink carried him twenty feet away, but she was already there when he materialized, her smile widening to show far too many teeth. "Running away? How rude. And after mother was being so generous with her attention." [Phantom Step activated] Multiple void decoys exploded in all directions as Noah moved at maximum speed, creating a dozen false targets to confuse her tracking. It was his most sophisticated evasion technique, impossible to predict or counter. *Boom!!!* *Boom!!* *Boom!!!* She destroyed every decoy simultaneously, her arms moving in patterns that created sonic booms. When the void energy cleared, she was standing exactly where Noah had been trying to position himself for a backstrike. "Predictable," she said with mock disappointment. "Mother expected better from such a famous little killer." The backfist caught him across the temple, and the world spun into chaos. Noah found himself embedded in a wall, concrete cracking around his impact crater. His vision was doubled, his hearing filled with ringing, and every breath sent fire through his chest. But through the pain and disorientation, a terrifying realization was crystallizing in his mind. The Harbingers weren’t just physically superior to humans. They were evolutionarily superior in every way that mattered. Stronger, faster, more durable, more intelligent, with technology that made human achievements look like stone tools. Humanity wasn’t losing the war because of bad tactics or insufficient firepower. They were losing because they were facing a species that had solved the fundamental problem of existence—how to survive indefinitely in a hostile universe. And once you’d mastered survival, conquest became just another form of entertainment. "I can see the understanding dawning in those pretty eyes," she said, pulling him from the wall with casual strength. "Good. Intelligence makes pets so much more interesting." Noah tried one last desperate gambit—entropy touch combined with Null~Chi strike fusion, a technique that should have been impossible to counter. His hand blazed with dissolution energy as he reached for her face. She caught his wrist again, but this time she didn’t stop the attack immediately. Instead, she let the entropy field touch her skin for just a moment, watching with scientific curiosity as it began to unravel her cellular structure. Then she simply regenerated faster than the entropy could work, her flesh rebuilding itself in real-time. "Fascinating," she murmured. "I can see why that would be effective against my children. But mother has had considerably more practice with cellular reconstruction. I have died a thousand deaths, boy!!" She twisted his arm with a casual sigh, completely detached from the situation, and Noah heard his radius snap like a twig. The scream that tore from his throat was involuntary, primal, the sound of a predator discovering what it felt like to be prey. "Don’t worry, darling," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Mother will take such good care of you. We have all the time in the universe to get properly acquainted." The processing center was in ruins around them, twisted metal and sparking electronics bearing testament to their battle. But Noah was running out of options, running out of energy, running out of hope. Every technique he’d mastered, every advantage he’d counted on, she’d neutralized with casual ease. And through it all, she’d been holding back. He could see it in her movements, in the way she played with him rather than simply ending the fight. This wasn’t her going all out—this was her having fun. [Health Points: 1000/1750] [Void Energy: 1280/2200] "You know what the truly beautiful part is?" she said, lifting him by the throat with one hand. "I’m still going easy on you, precious. This is mother being gentle with her new acquisition." Her smile was radiant, maternal, and absolutely terrifying. "But if you keep struggling, I might have to get serious. And trust me, darling—you really don’t want to see mother when she’s serious." And call it cowardice, but something in Noah truly was terrified of what "Mother" would become when she became serious.

Chapter 343: Home training (Day 2 in hell, the final episode)

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