He had fucked up. The Queen was far from the helpless creature whose only purpose was to lay eggs like he originally thought. In hindsight that should have been fucking obvious by just looking at it...
Before, although he massacred endless amounts of them, they were still holding back. Observing him and then attempting to take him alive. After all, what was a couple of thousands or even tens of thousands to a race that could consume entire galaxies in their hunger?
Yet, he crossed a line he did not know existed. He attempted to kill the Queen.
The very 'ground' he was standing on had buckled like a raging bull after sensing the threat. It was not enough to harm him, but he managed to shift his position ever so slightly that he missed the center and only managed to vaporize the right side of the Naga creature's chest.
He should have gone for the head.
Because as soon as it was hurt it released a scream empowered by its vast Psychic power, thousands of lesser beings cried out in reply as they charged towards his location. His ears bled and it was only by virtue of his own abilities that prevented his brain from turning into mush.
Greatest Esper of Earth of not, even he did not know how to deal with such foreign methods. He did not become number 1 by virtue of his well of powers, but because he knew how to use every tool in his arsenal. He could out think and out skill everyone he came across even decades his senior. With his psychic scan he had practically no blind spot, he could calculate and predict almost any and every possible move of his opponents. Heck one could even say that for short bursts of time he could even see and visualize the future! THE FUTURE! None of which helped him jackshit.
But there was no president for this. There was far too many of them and everything from their abilities to biology was simply illogical. It defied science and boarded on the lines of straight-up Sci-Fi or Fantasy! He could not even rely on his usual style as it simply wasn't meant to be used against such situations.
Two heads were better than one, he could only imagine how much better at processing information this collective was. Trying to outsmart such a thing and keep track of some many factors was impossible.
After his fucked up shot the monster that had dragged him here in the first place pounced, like a twisted bat from hell it unfurled leathery wings and tackled him out and through the fleshy walls.
It then exploded.
The suicide attack had covered him in a potent acid and soon ate away at his flesh. Using telekinesis he managed to pull it off him in moments, but that was all it needed to devour inches of flesh. It looked as if his body was covered in third-degree burns, yet even that was only the beginning. The strange spires of bones he had seen in the distance suddenly shrank before expanding rapidly and launching large yellow sacks at his location. Wherever they landed, there was a series of sharp bone bullets. Fan-Fricking-Tasic. The things have Frag grenade launchers now. With a dozen of them being launched per minute and hundreds of such tower around him, the sky was soon blackened by their shadows.
He tried to blow them out of the sky, launching nearby boulders and even smashing them into each other, yet there was simply too many to count.
Left, right, up, every direction he looked towards was filled with death via projectiles or hordes of monsters.
Guess that only left down for him now.
Shifting the earth he made a small tunnel that opened into a cavern before sealing the entrance behind him.
"This kind of bullshit was why I didn't want to become an S class full-time hero."
Yet even as he complained the thought of running away never crossed his mind. Spacers like him don't run from their problems, their problems ran away from him, damn it!
With the earth being his cover he made a mental scan of the battlefield before finding his orientation. He had to squash the Queen asap before it wised up and ran away. After all, if the thing just decided to hole up in some caves and bid its time he would be swarmed before he could even react. Even as he was moving he could feel the increasing difficulty in scanning in using his more subtle powers. It was as if the entire damn area was buffered in a current of Psychic energy and it was messing with his control.
Suddenly a shift in his mind's eye caught his attention. The earth was shaking ever so slightly he almost thought it was simply the marching army above him, but no it was a bit farther away. A couple of miles at least. He couldn't shake an ominous feeling as he continued to shift tons of dirt and rock out of his path.
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"Gods have mercy."
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"...I don't think even loving Amorelis will answer your call now."
If anyone else from Earth was here they would most likely die from a heart attack. If they did not, and somehow manage to avoid shitting their pants, then they would probably scream out in shock at the creature in front of them and compare it to a dinosaur.
At 38 meters long, it was even larger than the biggest animal in Earth's history- The blue whale and easily quadruple its weight. With a height of 12 meters, it was more than double the height of the infamous T-Rex.
The worst part of it all? The thing had crawled out of the ground. One moment the pair was gathering some herbs in the forest, the next the ground broke apart as if crumbling dirt and revealed a gigantic monstrosity. Such a creature seemed like something straight out of nightmares and myth, belonging next to Krakkens and EarthShakers, not near their small little creek village!
Monsters such as these were supposed to be found deep in the Demon's Land or the Lost Kingdom! Places saturated in evil and Mana, and most importantly, far far far away!
It had two muscular arms with grotesque bulging muscles, so red they seemed as if a man's arm had been flayed and skinned. Its head had no eyes, in fact, the entire skull was shaped as if a bird's beak if worms had infested it as there were long tentacles thicker than his waist and longer than the length he could sprint.
Its lower body was simply a collection of countless spindly pale grey arms, similar to humans if not for the fact at every intersection of joints there was an orange eyeball, from the elbow to every finger. To say the hands were numerous would be the understatement of the century. They were akin to strands of hair on one's head.
Suddenly it let loose a roar that could shake the heavens itself before using its two front arms to launch itself forward into the sky. Deep trenches were carved in the ground where he had dug its claws in. Dirt and rocks flew everywhere.
Still, in shock the duo watched as the creature cross the distance of miles within moments, each time it landed it simply repeated its action but faster with the built momentum.
Sometimes when there was something particularly tough it int's way it aimed its skull down dove into the ground as if it was made of water before launching itself back up and leaving a gaping chasm behind.
The two promptly fainted.
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Red
That was all he could see, could think of, as he moved along his corpse filled path.
What a curious site, that creatures so bizarre would share the same color running through their veins as himself. He wasn't sure what to expect, maybe a neon green? A glow in the dark blue? Horseshoe Crabs had blue blood from the high copper content in theirs and these do seem to resemble them very much. Well, at least the first and most numerous types he had seen did.
He felt like an artist, painting the pure snow white canvas, although he would most likely be a mad or deranged one as his medium was in blood and flesh.
If there was a speck of color not the vivid crimson of alien ichor then he would immediately ratify it. He was a simple man painting a simple picture. Just dye everything red! After all, there was an allure and beauty in the simpler things right? He was a simple man following a simple philosophy.
If it moves, it dies.
He didn't know how long he has been at this, his clothing had all but been destroyed and he was waddling through literal oceans of blood. At first, the gunk and gore had bothered him, but humans really were an adaptable species it seems as he had become desensitized to them hours ago.
He didn't bother attempting to keep it off him anymore, after all, he would be covered with a fresh coating of viscera within moments.
It wouldn't matter. He would manage to reach the stupid overgrown centipede soon. Or so he hoped, his eyes were getting heavy and fighting non-stop for the past half week meant he hasn't been able to eat, sleep, or even use the bathroom!
How the hell did other heroes do it?! Did Momentum Man simply shit his pants and nobody noticed during the Zombie invasion of 1996? Did Bolt simple outrun his need to pee? Did Poisedon simply took his whizz in the ocean and nobody called him out on it? Was there a protocol for this kind of shit? How did the others do it and why did the movies make it seem so easy?
He could handle hunger and fatigue, but stomach cramps while fighting for his life and humanity? What the actual fuck God?
Thankfully, with very creative use of teleportation which the world must NEVER know, he found a quick fix to his main issue.
Now if only he could do something about this goddamn bug infestation.
"OH CMON! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!"
What prompted this new outburst you may ask? It seems the Queen hadn't been sitting on her ass twiddling her thumb all this time nor chosen to run away.
Because the ground next to him just exploded in an all too familiar green acid spray. It had hidden itself behind one of the yellow sacks and if there was one thing he learned about the Swarm during his time here, it was that they never came alone.
Sure enough, he was proven correct as more of the suicidal acid bombs flew towards him.
He couldn't keep this up.
If he couldn't win in his current situation then he would just have to flip the board of this bloody game, wouldn't he?
He took a deep breath before concentrating all the power he could for one quick, but powerful, burst of pure telekinetic energy. It exploded out of him like a tidal wave, pushing, crushing, everything in its path backward until 50 meters around him was clear.
Once more he drove into their collective consciousness. He searched around and doing his damnest to break through their mental defenses. It was a dangerous gambit as not only was his physical body now more vulnerable as his mind was focused on its task, but such a deep connection linked him both mind and soul to these abominations. He had no choice, it was the only way he could gain a quick enough understanding and influence to accomplish his goal.
He caught a glimpse of it, like a phantom just at the edge of your awareness, but before he could manage to lock on and grab it he was knocked out by an interruption in the physical plain.
Behemoth. That was the only term he could think of that would fit the description of what he was seeing.
He didn't have time to make a further observation before the creature rushed at him.
What fresh new hell was this?
What a Crap-tastic day this was turning out to be.