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Chapter 214: Alex – A Power Like a God's
🕑 Added 2025-07-16 16:40:51 +0000 UTC
Queens, New York – The Battlefield
BOOM! BOOM! CRACK!
The moment the triple-layered barrier encased the mutants, the world erupted into chaos.
Stray plasma blasts and armor-piercing rounds meant for Alex rained down in a relentless storm.
Erik’s magnetic field roared under the pressure, catching thousands of bullets in mid-air, suspending them for a breath before they dropped to the pavement like rain.
Liz’s energy dome shimmered under ceaseless plasma fire. Her eyes narrowed in focus, jaw clenched, sweat trickling down her temple.
Vincent’s vines snaked between both shields, bark hardening like armor, absorbing shockwaves with each thunderous impact.
From beyond the wall of fire and smoke, Alex’s glowing eyes flicked toward his team—
just a glance—
then turned back toward the metal horde with terrifying calm.
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The Slaughter Begins
0.3 Seconds In
A sonic crack split the air. Alex vanished.
An emerald Decepticon blinked—then a fist drove through its chest like a battering ram.
Alex’s hand crushed its spark core, then hurled the sparking corpse into three others—
CRASH.
They fell like pins.
2.1 Seconds In
He reappeared mid-air above a tank-former, both feet slamming downward like a meteor.
The Decepticon’s body compressed into its own chassis—
then exploded.
5.7 Seconds In
A sniper-bot locked onto Alex for a fraction of a second.
Too slow.
Alex appeared beside it, tore off its arm cannon,
and beat it to death with its own weapon.
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The Decepticons Panic
"CONCENTRATE FIRE! Sectors 4–9!" a crimson Seeker screeched.
Dozens of cannons turned—
Alex was already gone.
He reappeared behind them, ripping a flyer’s wing clean off—
then used it to decapitate five others in one savage swing.
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30 Seconds: The Tipping Point
The battlefield became an open-air scrapyard.
43 Decepticons destroyed by Alex directly
17 caught in friendly fire
0 scratches on Alex
One massive warrior raised its fusion cannon—
Too late.
Its arm was gone before it knew it.
"Primus save us—" it began.
Alex’s hand punched through its faceplate, crushed its neural core like wet clay, then tossed the carcass aside.
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1 Minute In: The End
Only 31 Decepticons remained.
Their once-proud phalanx had turned into a fractured, trembling herd.
The lead Seeker’s optics flicked between the piles of wreckage, paralyzed with fear.
In four millennia of warfare across twelve galaxies, it had never seen annihilation like this.
Then Alex looked at it.
Just looked.
Its survival protocols screamed—
Too late.
Twin beams of heat vision bisected it at the waist.
A second later, Alex blurred forward—
and the rest followed.
One.
Two.
Ten.
Twenty.
Gone.
Decepticons fell like dominoes.
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Silence
Crunch.
Alex landed softly amidst the smoking ruins.
No burn marks on his suit.
No signs of injury.
Not even winded.
Around him lay 135 Decepticon corpses.
The battlefield had fallen silent.
Vincent’s vines peeled back.
The mutants stared in stunned disbelief.
Banshee forgot how to breathe.
Darwin couldn’t steady his hands.
Even Erik, master of magnetism, could only gape, awe overtaking arrogance.
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The World Watches
Far beyond the battlefield, soldiers and civilians knelt.
Some from exhaustion.
Others from reverence.
For in that moment,
they weren’t looking at a mutant.
They were looking at a god.
