The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 435 435:Final War[III]

Viktor swung his laser sword, its blade glowing a fierce crimson, cutting through an approaching enemy like a hot knife through butter.

A sharp scream rang out as the alien's body split into two before disintegrating into ash from the sheer heat of the strike. But there was no time to celebrate.

More were coming.

He turned, dodging a plasma blast before rolling across the debris-ridden ground and then leaped back up with lightning speed. His enhanced reflexes allowed him to react in microseconds, his feet moving with perfect agility as he weaved through the chaos.

Gunfire, explosions, and war cries filled the air, but amidst the madness, his voice boomed across the battlefield.

"This isn't just a fight for supremacy... This is a fight for freedom!"

Viktor's words cut through the noise, drawing the attention of the warriors around him. Their eyes, hardened by years of battle, burned with new resolve.

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Viktor's voice was filled with unshakable fury, spreading like wildfire.

"Who knows how long they've been here?" His sword clashed against another Xenomorph warrior, sparks flying as their weapons met.

He kicked the creature back, his blade flaring with an electric charge before he thrust it straight through its chest. The alien's body convulsed violently before it turned to dust.

"Who knows if these monsters were the ones who orchestrated the wars that tore our people apart? The World Wars. The civil wars. The conflicts that made us weak, made us beg for a Federation to govern us!"

A deadly silence followed his words.

Then—a roar of pure rage erupted.

"FOR EARTH!"

The warriors raised their weapons.

"FOR EARTH!"

They charged.

Viktor grinned in satisfaction as the soldiers around him surged forward with newfound ferocity. Their laser swords gleamed under the neon-lit battlefield as they slashed through the Xenomorph ranks mercilessly. Blades clashed, sparks danced, bodies fell.

Plasma exploded in the air, searing through the darkness. Alien limbs and broken weapons littered the battlefield. Some of the Xenomorphs released sonic shrieks, the vibrations shattering nearby glass and disorienting weaker soldiers. But Viktor was already prepared.

Before it could recover, Viktor gripped his blade tightly and drove it straight into its shoulder, pinning it to the ground.

The Xenomorph screeched, its eyes burning with fury.

Viktor then leaned down slightly, smirking. "Don't worry. I'm not killing you—not just yet."

His men rushed forward, swiftly binding the alien in energy restraints and then dragging it toward their transport.

"Take it to the lab," Viktor ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers nodded and swiftly hauled the captured Xenomorph away.

With the specimen now secured, Viktor turned back to the battlefield. His eyes scanned the immense carnage—bodies were piling up on both sides. Despite the losses, his soldiers still stood strong, fighting with unyielding determination.

Viktor gripped his sword tightly and exhaled deeply.

And then he charged back in.

The clash between the two forces raged on—a brutal, merciless slaughter where only the strongest survived. The battlefield was a storm of flashing lights, searing heat, and the cries of warriors who refused to fall.

The fight for the hegemony of Earth was far from over.

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The battle inside the ruined part of the port had seemingly reached its peak.

Evan and Walter stood facing each other, bloodied and battered, their bodies covered in cuts and bruises that gradually healed.

The air around them was thick with tension, the echoes of explosions and distant gunfire filled the shattered corridors.

Walter moved first and lunged at Evan, throwing a powerful punch aimed straight for his ribs.

Evan blocked with the help of his forearm, but the force still sent him skidding back.

The moment he regained his footing, he countered with a swift roundhouse kick, slamming his boot against Walter's jaw.

Crack!

The impact was brutal, and it sent Walter crashing into a nearby pillar.