Chapter 1350

NO. 254: Midgame, Unpredictable Fortune (Thanks to the Alliance Chief Dullahan D, the Headless Knight)

As everyone knows, Jeton has the nickname 'cosmic dinosaur'; this does not mean it went extinct, nor that its design concept mixed in dinosaur elements, but rather it is meant to describe its strength.

Before going extinct, dinosaurs were the rulers of that era on Earth, and also at the top of the food chain; when newly arrived extraterrestrials learned this information, they hastily bestowed the dinosaur name upon it.

Little did they know, there are also differences among the universe.

On Earth occupied by the Holy Terra Federation, the dinosaur race not only failed to enjoy its rightful era of dominance, but even early on became one of the tools, food, and bioengineering materials for transmigrants and extraterrestrials.

The more one learns, the harder it is to promote the 'cosmic dinosaur' nickname; even Jeton itself gradually faded after more extraterrestrials and monsters visited, consistently ranking low on the annual gradient list.

Although it never fell out of the T1 team, the T1 team's lineup is simply too long.

Unable to occupy the front, and even gradually falling to the rear, neither the Jeton people who originally created Jeton nor the Bete people skilled at modifying and cultivating could be satisfied with this.

Not mentioning the Jeton people who never produced results, the Bete people who constantly pursued strength did indeed produce a best answer, so good that it is hard to replicate.

Feeding on the cosmic sphere Sphia and various monsters, undergoing a three-stage metamorphic development including cocooning, absorbing human despair and screams, it ultimately created the evil god of destruction that destroyed the universe where Bit Star resides: HyperZetton/Haipajeton.

Only a miracle-working warrior can contend with this disaster; the reason it turned out so well, making it hard to replicate, lies in its harsh cultivation conditions.

Being of the same race, other Bete people, even if they try to replicate this formula, truly lack the original background conditions.

——Perfect development time

——Massive monster food supply

——Rich combat experience

And, despair and screams condensed into something substantive.

These conditions are too high a challenge for any later Bete person, yet they cannot abandon the monument built by their predecessors; researchers' obsession drives them to try again and again, attempting to become and surpass that dazzling achievement in their eyes.

And then everyone knows the result.

Each subsequent Haipajeton individual is worse than the last, each more like a nobody.

Putting it nicely, it shows differences between individuals, adding rich comparative data; putting it harshly, it's like copying Handan learning to walk or Dongshi imitating frowns, completely destroying the perfect brand built by predecessors.

The saying 'debut at the peak' undoubtedly perfectly depicts the Haipajeton line; but all this decline and failure, ultimately, are due to the predecessors' inability to get basic conditions right, their own inadequacy.

The Bete juniors who clearly understand this firmly believe 'as long as the conditions are ready, success is certain!' Whenever they have a chance, they want to take the path of 'not only become but also surpass!'; over time, this deep-rooted obsession has taken hold, and whenever they create biological weapons, they always try to steer the project toward Jeton cultivation.

The Light Star's celestial suppression weapon Jeton is out of the question; what they insist on forever is a more biological Jeton!

Holding such devout, almost pilgrim-like heart, Luzas's Bete person Pikelu now has a heart full of eager anticipation.

"The tests are about done, right!"

In Luzas's empty garrison, where even the cleaners were dispatched together, aside from a few important facilities like the hangar, capsule rooms, and transfer zone, the base only had the confidential meeting room still lively; no matter how, Pikelu, as part of the staff, is naturally not among the vanguard cannon fodder of this operation.

He and the other staff members waited together in the meeting room for the true moment of deployment.

That moment was created by the first batch of deployed lower-middle avengers, and the understanding of its arrival comes from their sight and hearing, and even more from the realistic scene now presented before their eyes.

The trampled wilderness, raised rocks and sand, drifting bloody scent, and the consecutively falling corpses——

The audio-visual capture and conversion device personally selected and installed by the staff, serving as a hanging ornament on some spacecraft and giant weapons, also deeply linked with some avengers, almost interfering with the senses, making it a puppet easily influenced.

"Here you go."

Just like the small control console thrown nearby by a Nakel alien at this moment, connected to is another Shade alien who has undergone deep modification.

"If you're in such a hurry, why not use this to have fun."

With two crackling sounds, the small control console landed on the long table, like smashing out a long table outline in an empty space——this meeting room, completely remodeled for deep-simulation projection, is now a full battlefield recreation, to the point that the original furnishings are covered; if one is not careful, they might bump into a sofa, table corner, cabinet, etc., without noticing.

But such clumsiness obviously has no relation to the extraterrestrials here.

The Assassin alien casually showed understanding of the indoor furnishings, and many extraterrestrials simply sat in place without moving.

Even as the giant beast's feet stomp, source energy howls, and blood sprays, no matter how realistic the simulation, it cannot shake their composure; they only seem to grumble about who controls the viewing angle.

Some feel that such immersive presence allows them to see details.

But others think being this close is just looking at a mess; you see only a chaotic blob, better to switch directly to an overhead view.

Still others just want to lock the camera on Sai Luo and Jie De, shouting, "Can't you stop looking at all that meaningless stuff?"

Are those things even important?

— then someone will say they are important.

As the battlefield set for destruction later, you can't just rush in ignorant of the federals who will fight; losing face is minor, but if you carelessly get yourself killed there, everyone will be unable to hold back.

Thus, everyone having their own opinions while sharing the same battlefield simulation scenery, the tug‑of‑war over the remote control only lowers the Beteans' patience; even if someone tosses them a mecha controller, they just feel annoyed.

"What use is this stuff! The abilities to be tested have pretty much been tested already; it's about time we got hands‑on!"

"You just want to see how your Hyperjeton is doing, Pikelu." The speaker, seated opposite the unseen long table near its far end, the portly Elder Lu Zasu of the Miphiras, bluntly laid bare his thought.

"If you ask me, that's not wise."

Like a deep‑blue crystal flowing with white light points as if the starry sky, it did not shine on him but on the two towering giants in the distance; this nefarious alien kept his target locked from start to finish, yet he did not shout like his kin to shift the viewpoint.

Because he believes that this bottom‑to‑top upward gaze is best for cooling the mind and aiding strategic progress.

"Don't forget that the Ultraman Ace's fluctuation detected by the Apo residual soul is still present, and that Aomo Lindun has not yet appeared on the battlefield."

"And aren't those monsters on standby around the battlefield? Besides, I even received word that Ultraman Orb appeared in Heaven's Gate City two hours ago." The Pegasa alien also spoke, "Those folks from the Light Nation's office seem to have gone into hiding; our moves have clearly been anticipated by the opposition."

"With such an obvious purpose, it's natural to have this problem," the Assassin alien complained, "Humans have dedicated analysis departments just for us; I have no doubt they can predict our attacks."

"So our plan is simple, right?" said the Kirielod alien whose outline was shaped by flames, indifferently.

"Indeed, the more complex the plan, the easier it fails, the less it can withstand variable shocks," the Miphiras alien said, "Everyone has the failures of their predecessors as reference, even their own failures; isn't that so? Being discovered is utterly irrelevant."

"After all this talk, we still need a head‑on showdown," the Pledent alien clenched his fist, "Actually I also want to know when we should strike; I feel Ultraman Ace and Aomo Lindun can't wait any longer, and they obviously are waiting for us to make a move."

"Then let's see who has more patience," the Miphiras alien said, raising his plain, thick black finger, "We have thousands of avengers who refuse dialogue and only want battle; they are fully capable of pushing up that lofty cornerstone, and now the risk lies with you, Pikelu, Perilunt."

That direct naming made the Betean snort coldly, while the Pledent alien, whose battle spirit had just been high, merely fell silent.

"We've all waited decades; what's a little while more?" the Miphiras alien said softly, "Don't let a few minutes of pleasure ruin everyone's effort."

"Sorry to interrupt at this moment," the suddenly brightening light screen caused the Pegasa alien to raise his hand, "The system in the transmission area is showing abnormal data, apparently having suffered three rounds of attack."

"Someone must have sneaked through those guys, right? It's not surprising, after all those low‑level executors have too much information." Someone said indifferently, "After all, this was also anticipated."

Even if there's no longer a question‑and‑answer obligation, every cosmic person still has plenty of analyzable information, especially those who take the data‑intrusion route.

Compared to the risk of counter‑intrusion, the habit of the tech‑crew to record everything is even more troublesome.

Since this risk can't be eliminated at its root, everyone can only choose to abandon electronic systems or to strengthen system defenses.

They undoubtedly chose the latter, because it's actually more convenient.

Gathered for revenge, they pooled their technology for success; whether they were tech enthusiasts who built the Gold Ancient Bridge, the Pei Dan Te aliens, or bio‑modification fans, the Ba Te aliens, all present in Luzas, they had ample room to choose.

They merely lacked material resources.

So Luzas spent a long time scurrying for wealth, from trade to technical work to various gray‑area dealings; when all those preparations finally bore fruit, it was the very day of annihilation that everyone had awaited.

Precisely because it is such a vintage, it needs to be savored slowly; Meifeilasi naturally has ample patience, and the few fellow cosmic persons who share his status as organization elders share the same mindset—as he said, after waiting so many years, they cannot fail to wait these few minutes.

Everyone tried to stay patient; even the somewhat obsessive Ba Te alien merely gritted his teeth behind his mask, looking around—then he caught sight of the Pei Gai Sa alien in charge of base control, his face lit up by the screen.

"Everyone, Mr. Gui She wants to help us draw out Aomo Lindun."

?

"It must be a trap; I've always suspected that guy is a spy, otherwise why would everyone keep deciding to sideline him?"

"But if he isn't a spy, it wouldn't be strange for him to be able to draw out Aomo Lindun..."

"Want to hear what he has to say? After all, shouldn't we just play this guy as a card?"

One sentence sparked countless whispers; even Meifeilasi showed a thoughtful expression, fell into a brief silence, then said:

"Veto."

"Huh?"

"Just veto outright? You've changed, Meifeilasi."

"Yeah, if it weren't for revenge, I might have wanted to let him try, to see what Aomo Lindun is capable of."

But now we no longer need more variables; the playfulness that adds fun yet could jeopardize the plan has been discarded by him.

"But if we are to veto, we'll need to add personnel," the Ba Te alien raised his hand, "I'll watch him to make sure he doesn't cause trouble."

"Let's vote first—Meifeilasi one vote, Pikelu one vote, then"

"... I don't think we need to vote," said the Pei Gai Sa alien staring at the screen, his voice stiff, "Gui She has left the waste zone and is using the power of a monster..."

Boom—

A sudden jolt threw most people off balance, the surrounding scenery flickered into a no‑signal static, and dust fell for no reason.

"What's the commotion?"

"An explosion?"

"Peike, finish your report!"

"Gui She is controlling the monster, wreaking havoc all the way; the target might be…" He quickly glanced at the fork, but saw the other side had already easily breezed past the layered barriers and mechanical guards set on the route, at an inexplicably high speed, crossing the junction.

But instead of heading toward the conference room, he headed straight…

"His target is the transfer zone!!"