NOVEL NEXT Chapter 207: Annihilating the Army—The Fear Dominated by Alex
Decepticons screamed—short, synthetic bursts of noise—before being sliced apart mid-transformation.
Limbs melted. Chassis exploded.
In seconds, eight Decepticons were down.
"Regroup! Fall back!" Wiper howled, scrambling to put distance between himself and the monster in human form.
But Alex was already behind him.
CRACK!
A backhand sent Wiper flying like a missile, his metallic form ricocheting off three others before skidding into the dirt in a smoking heap.
> "It's a slaughter…" Earthmover whispered.
And he wasn't wrong.
Alex moved like a phantom—appearing in front of one Decepticon only to vanish and reappear behind another, striking with surgical brutality.
He wasn't just overpowering them—he was humiliating them.
> "There's no battle anymore," Cyclops murmured. "Only execution."
The remaining Decepticons tried to rally, forming a circular firing line, unloading all their artillery in a 360-degree barrage.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground cracked.
Flames billowed.
Smoke rose.
And when the light faded—
Alex stood at the center.
Untouched.
Unbothered.
His coat fluttered in the wind, scorched at the hem but otherwise pristine.
He exhaled slowly. Eyes glowing. Energy humming around him like a storm barely held in check.
> "Is this what you came to Earth with?" he said flatly. "This is your invasion force?"
He stepped forward.
One step.
Two.
The Decepticons broke.
They ran.
The mighty Decepticon strike force—dozens strong—turned and fled like terrified beasts. Some even abandoned transformation, running on foot just to get away faster.
> "You don't get to run."
Alex raised both hands.
His telekinesis surged—massive and unstoppable.
Invisible hands reached out, grabbed half the retreating Decepticons mid-run—and slammed them back into the earth.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The impact craters were massive. Crushed bodies twitched, sparks flying from exposed wires and shattered optics.
A few managed to lift their cannons again, desperation etched into every line of their robotic forms—
Only for Alex to answer with a sonic boom, appearing beside each of them in blinding succession—
CRACK!
BOOM!
SLASH!
CRUNCH!
It was a massacre.
Not a fight.
Not a war.
A one-man annihilation.
Within a minute, only one Decepticon remained: a scout-class unit that had dropped its weapon and was crawling backward on all fours.
Alex appeared in front of it.
> "Tell Megatron…" he said calmly, voice low and deadly.
"Earth is not his playground."
"Next time he sends an army…"
"I'll go to him instead."
The terrified scout nodded frantically, then scrambled to its feet and transformed—speeding away at full throttle.
Alex didn't chase it.
He let it go.
Let it deliver the message.
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Back on the battlefield, the mutants slowly emerged from cover.
Smoke still hung in the air.
The scent of scorched metal and ozone drifted across the ruined landscape.
The wreckage of over thirty Decepticons surrounded them.
Liz stared in stunned silence.
Havok exhaled, looking almost tired.
Cyclops shook his head slowly, unable to find the right words.
Erik crossed his arms. "He's surpassed us all."
Charles didn't speak for a long time.
When he finally did, his voice was quiet.
> "This… changes everything."
The age of mutants had begun.
But it wasn't Charles, Erik, or even Raven who had triggered it.
It was Alex.
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