Hey, y'all. I'm here to announce that my other story, Marvel: Thomas Shelby, is now officially online!
I'll be posting 3 chapters a week, but if we reach certain Powerstone milestones, I'll post 2 additional bonus chapters EVERY WEEK!
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Atomic Samurai glanced silently at Superalloy, his hand twitching as if itching to unsheathe his sword and slice the man open. Beside him, his disciple, Iaian, momentarily forgot the pain of his severed arm, staring speechlessly at the S-class hero who seemed more focused on flexing his muscles than on the looming threat.
"You bastards..."
A low growl rumbled from Melzargard, whose alien body twitched as the gashes across his back began to heal, the wounds morphing and closing as if they had never existed. His multiple heads snapped toward the three heroes standing before him, but his attention briefly flickered to the battleship hovering above.
"I need to be faster..." he muttered knowing Geryuuganshop wouldn't just tell him to come back for nothing. His eyes flickered with uncertainty as he silently thought, "Did the ship come under attack?"
Melzargard thought it was unlikely to see these creatures in front of him.
Meanwhile, Atomic Samurai stepped up next to the still-posing Superalloy, a sneer curling his lips as his voice brought Melzargard back to his current situation, "It's two against one now, you ugly alien…"
"Two against one? Don't be delusional, you weak creatures!"
Melzargard snarled his voice a mixture of contempt and fury. Suddenly, his multiple heads twitched violently, his entire body shaking unnaturally.
Atomic Samurai and Superalloy froze, their eyes widening in surprise as they watched the grotesque transformation unfold. Melzargard's body began to split like a dividing amoeba, each head growing its own torso and limbs until several identical versions of the alien stood before them.
"What the hell is this alien?"
"…His muscles…"
Atomic Samurai and Superalloy exchanged a quick glance, a sense of unease creeping in. Meanwhile, Iaian, helpless as he watched from the sidelines, eyes wide with sudden realization, shouted, "Master, that alien...!"
Melzargard, now split into five, sent two of his bodies charging straight toward the heroes, while the other three turned their predatory gazes toward the surviving civilians in the distance.
Superalloy's face twisted with alarm, "He's targeting the citizens!"
"Hahaha! I'll chop down the weeds first, you weaklings! And when I'm done, I'll bring down the trees!"
Melzargard cackled, his voice echoing as the three of his figures blurred through the ruins with terrifying speed, the force of their movements sending debris flying in all directions.
Atomic Samurai and Superalloy dashed forward, trying to intercept, but the two remaining Melzargards rushed to block their path.
"You damned alien!"
A sharp glint flashed through the air as Atomic Samurai clicked his tongue in frustration, unleashing a flurry of sword waves that sliced through the alien in front of him. Superalloy hurled the other body with a mighty punch, sending it crashing into the rubble.
"Ahahaha! You can't kill me!"
Melzargard's laughter reverberated through the ruins, taunting them.
But it was already too late. The other three Melzargards were too far ahead, their cackles growing fainter as they neared the fleeing civilians, leaving the two heroes behind, unable to stop them in time.
"Hahaha! You'll be joining them soon!" Melzargard sneered, the thrill of seeing the darkening expressions of the heroes fueling his excitement.
He reveled in their despair, laughing even harder—
Suddenly, a shadow zipped past him in a blur. A deafening crash reverberated through the ruins, cutting his laughter short.
Confusion spread across Melzargard's grotesque face. "Huh?"
Turning around, he saw one of his other selves smashed into the ground, its body writhing as it tried to regenerate. A massive dent ran across its chest, as though a pole had been driven through it with incredible force. Before he could process what was happening, another thunderous crash shook the battlefield.
Two more of his clones were sent flying, their bodies slammed into the ruins with terrifying force. One had been shredded to pieces, torn apart as if by some invisible force. The other looked as if it had been brutally pummeled, each part of its body crushed by what could only be described as deathly punches.
Dust and debris billowed into the air, the sounds of impact still echoing.
"What in the world...?"
Melzargard's voice wavered, disbelief seeping into his words. He stared at the shattered remains of his other selves as an irritated voice sliced through the dust and debris, "The hell is that thing?"
"Took you guys long enough to get here..."
Atomic Samurai smirked, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at the newly arrived heroes. He saw the pompadour-haired hero, Metal Bat who had just cursed, before turning to Bang, the other martial artist beside him at the association who stood nearby.
Atomic Samurai rarely had the chance to fight alongside a fellow martial artist like Bang. Finally getting a chance to do that, he couldn't help but grin as he added, "...Silverfang."
"My apologies, Samurai. My back started acting up when I rushed over, had to slow down a bit," Bang responded as he cracked his neck as he looked at Atomic Samurai.
Bang's gaze shifted to the mangled alien he'd just torn apart. He watched as Melzargard's body began to twist and reform with a frown, the pieces slowly stitching themselves back together as though nothing had happened as he mumbled, "Hmm, but we do seem to have quite a difficult opponent here..."
"Seems like these guys can regenerate completely..."
Puri-Puri Prisoner chimed in, his hand was itchy from his attack just then. Looking at the opponent getting almost pummeled to oblivion for his new attack, the Deep Sea King's face flashed in his mind as he silently thought, 'I'm getting stronger now...'
"Fuck, Geryuganshoop. Send another large-scale attack immediately..."
Melzargard barked into the communicator aimed at the battleship above. Silence. No response. His bloody red eyes dilated with frustration.
"Where the hell is that guy?" he thought, gritting his teeth.
Now, facing five more S-Class heroes, the situation was rapidly turning against him. His jagged teeth clenched tighter as he weighed his options. This wasn't favorable—but he knew he had an advantage in battles of attrition.
They couldn't kill him.
As long as they didn't find out his weakness, eventually, he would win.
Meanwhile, inside the battleship...
"Saitama!"
Tsuna called out, jogging behind the bald hero who had just obliterated another squad of aliens with a casual punch.
The sheer ease of it made Tsuna wince slightly. He wouldn't be able to do something like that, not in a million years. His eyes were drawn to Saitama's gleaming, shiny head, the way it caught the dim light in the long corridors like the moon reflecting the sun.
"...Why are you staring at my head?"
Saitama's deadpan voice broke the silence, his expression unimpressed. Tsuna blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.
"I know where you need to go, Saitama," he said, ignoring the hero's question entirely. He noticed a vein bulge on Saitama's temple but didn't care.
"You still didn't answer my question. Why are you staring—"
"You need to go this way," Tsuna interrupted, cutting Saitama off mid-sentence and pointing toward a nearby wall. Saitama furrowed his brows in confusion.
With his seismic sense, Tsuna had already memorized the entire layout of the battleship.
He knew exactly where Boros' throne room was located. He briefly considered explaining the details, but as his eyes drifted to Saitama's shiny, bald head once again, he thought, "Nah, he's too dumb to remember that..."
"Did you just stare again?"
Saitama's irritated voice snapped him back to reality. Tsuna coughed awkwardly. "Ahem... good luck. It should be fun for you. And, uh, do me a favor—don't punch his entire body to oblivion. I'm gonna need his heart."
Before Saitama could protest, Tsuna gave a light pat on his shoulder, then vanished, his figure blurring as he sped through the corridor toward the command center.
"Hey! You still haven't answered my fucking question!"
Saitama shouted after him but it was too late. Tsuna was already gone, leaving Saitama alone with the wall in front of him.
"Here, huh?"
Saitama sighed before glancing at the wall. He furrowed his brows as Tsuna's words replayed in his mind. "What does he need the heart for?"
For a moment, he stood there, confused. But then, a new thought popped into his head. His eyes widened, and his mouth began to water, "Is it... for a delicacy? Alright, bet."