"Not much is known about what is happening in the hive. Not because of a lack of research, but because there is little left to study about the methods of destroying the hive. What we do know is that the stereo is not a species made up of individuals, or even a real group. We've spent far too long thinking about extraterrestrial life in an understandable way.

The opposite side is not ants, they are not termites, they are not insects in nature, and they are not mammals. If they have more in common with plants. Flowing, destructive, violent plants. ”

—Professor Heinlein, excerpt from a lecture on knowledge gained from early opposition studies (henceforth known as extraterrestrial anthropology), 2028.

***

I ducked behind a corner, and soon I felt my blood all over my body go cold. To put it mildly, it's terrible.

There is no noise from the extraterrestrials that is worrying. Shocking. Or maybe it's not worrying, but it makes them scary and harder to deal with. I kind of wish they had politely announced their arrival.

I gripped my trench machine tightly and flicked the safety device with my thumb. The gun made a slight buzzing sound, and I felt something inside move. The reticles floating in my field of vision shimmered orange.

The trencher is ready for ignition

[Current load output: 9x19 parabellum.]

Ammo Count: 17]

I looked to the other end of the hallway. I can still leave. They didn't hear me coming, which means maybe they won't see me go either.

Then, when we went over with all the children, they would be there waiting for us. I gritted my teeth and held back the curse. I couldn't cover my filthy mouth.

I shifted positions, crouched, and brought my gun closer to my side. This is not how the heroes in the movies carry guns, but the heroes usually have an extra arm, and in the old movies, they don't have a red circle to tell them where the bullet will fall. A touch of humor.

I took my last breath and moved.

When the red circle of my handbag aligned with the side of its head, it was still staring at the end of the hallway.

I jerked the trigger because it made me lose my aim, I frowned, and then I wrinkled even more as the gun roared in my hand. The noise was almost deafening, and if it weren't for the knowledge that there were more beasts, I might have flinched, and it would have been enough to make the trench bolt fall.

When my first shot hit a hole in the back of its head, I was lucky

The second turned and lunged at me, its huge claws slamming heavily against the ground with a loud "snap" as its jaw opened to bite off a piece from me.

I fired one shot at it, then two more, and jumped to the side.

The monster rolled over, its body falling to the ground like a rag doll. Green pulp splashes!

You only hit twice.

"Not now!" I say. Miaris's vitriolis is lovely and even welcome, but now is not the time.

I pointed the gun at the giant worm-like object and ...... It didn't really move towards me, its sides undulated, moving where it wasn't covered in scales. As the worm wriggled away, numerous calves protruded from the overlapping scales and scraped against the floor.

I looked ahead and saw several bodies lying on the ground, mostly in civilian clothes, but a few that looked like they were working in a nearby store. And, at the end of the corridor, a hole was blown open in a window. The mucus leading to the worm from the hole told me where it came from.

Most models of alienmon between 8 and 10 are considered practical or professional. It's big trucks. They are harmless.

"My ass isn't harmless," I said. The worm was moving towards a poor twenty-something man who looked like he had been beaten. The smell wafting from his body made me flinch and ignore it for a moment, I had gotten used to it when I was in the orphanage!

The worm, named "Type Octa", opened its mouth wide and began to grab the boy's legs.

"," I said, raising my gun.

After three gunshots, I stopped and let the ringing in my ears fade away. The worm has three pinholes in its side and is bleeding, but it doesn't seem to care at all. Its jaw opened wider, and several small tentacles pulled out of it, grabbing the corpse.

It's useless. It's possible to kill it now, but you don't have the ammo at hand to destroy every one of its brains. You also don't have time to look for more creative ways to get rid of it.

"Brain? Plural? I asked.

There's one for every segment, yes. Although the brain is very simple.

I counted the various parts of the bug's body, and I gave up about twenty. "Won't it attack me?" I asked.

No, not even if provoked. Model Eight was used to transport biological elements from one part of the opposing hive to another. That's all they do. Aggressiveness is beyond their reach. How many points are they worth? Said......

The goal is eliminated!

Reward...... 20 points!

Well done, Catherine! Your current total points is 27 points.

"I can't let that thing eat people!" I say.

I don't want bad news, but if you don't act soon, more people will be eaten today.

I tightened my grip on my pistol. "Damn," I said.

Beyond Model Eight, I looked at the hole in the wall in the distance. It looked as if something big had crashed into the building, tore through one of the glass walls and the railing behind it, and then fell or flew away. A bigger flying alien, or a hovering car. It doesn't matter anymore.

I slowly walked past the worm towards the end of the hallway. I thought the other aliens would run over when they heard the gunshots. It's not fun without them.

The hole in the glass revealed a part of the city that I couldn't see from the other end of the building. The smoke rose, obscuring much of the world, but it left enough visibility for me to see the invasion spread across the lower parts of New Montreal, past the island itself, and into the farther suburbs.

Millions of people must be involved, tortured and killed.

A flash of red flashed across the sky, accompanied by three dozen small black dots falling back to the ground. I could barely make out the figure in the distance, hovering above the guts of a giant ship maggot that had landed on Earth.

Hundreds of tiny flying objects flew out towards the floating figure.

It waved its arm at them, and a burst of red light wiped the air away.

I wonder how many Xenomorphs died there and how many points were raised? Haha, just know how to make money!

It looks like the rest of the Pioneers are hard at work. There is no doubt that as we speak, the local armed forces are carrying out a powerful attack.

"Do you think they'll be able to clean it all up?" I asked. The city wasn't in ruins, but I saw a skyscraper five blocks away completely on fire, and the air that usually crowded the sky was almost much clearer.

I have no doubts. This is a small to medium-sized invasion. It will take weeks to get rid of it completely, but humans are nothing if they are not tenacious.

Soon the area will be reinhabited and grow again, and the dead will be replaced by newborn humans, and your species will continue to thrive.

"Hmm," I said in a low voice