The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5101

Alarms rang throughout the interior of the puelmer heavy cruiser!

The entire crew of puelmers became frenzied as reports of sudden deaths continued to be transmitted on the vessel's internal network.

Every once in a while, most of the puelmers stationed in a compartment lost their lives no matter what sort of means they utilized to repel the intruder.

If that wasn't bad enough, the visual captures of the dark and shadowy ghost became increasingly thicker and more substantial.

This ghost that had no doubt been unleashed by the evil humans was feeding off their lives!

The more puelmers that perished at Nosferatu's hands, the more he began to resemble the puelmer form, only in a nightmarish version that was ghoulish enough to frighten both aliens and humans!

His belly grew thicker and thicker as he continually absorbed the tortured and fractured souls of his alien victims.

The hands that extended from all sides of his body grew longer to the point where Nosferatu looked as if he was a hair demon from hell.

At a certain point, his arms had grown so abnormally long and strong that the evil fiend no longer needed to dive into the bodies of his puelmer victims.

It was already enough for him to extend one of his many creepy hands and use it to directly grasp the souls of his helpless victims!

Weapons fire continually assaulted Nosferatu as he moved and phased around.

The puelmers no longer put any thought on trying to restrict their firepower in order to minimize the collateral damage to the valuable internal ship components.

They made full use of their heavier transphasic armaments as that appeared to be the only effective means to damage and disrupt Nosferatu's form!

Though transphasic attacks did inflict a certain degree of harm against Nosferatu, he had become far too healthy to be significantly affected by these attacks anymore.

It was impossible for the puelmers to bring their starfighter and warship-grade weapons to bear against an internal intruder. The small and cramped compartments worked against them this time as the lack of space not only prevented the aliens from bringing in more serious firepower, but also gave the fiend plenty of physical cover to haunt his victims!

After Nosferatu grew increasingly more annoyed at all of the attacks striking his increasingly fatter and rounder body, he phased down into the deck and never showed his full body in the open again.

From then on, the puelmer nightmare truly began!

Random groups of crew members either rolled around or gathered together in order to guard a critical section of their homeship.

None of these puelmers were frail or soft-hearted, yet the information they received caused so much dread that they couldn't help but experience the rare emotion of fear this time.

Just as these armored puelmers succeeded in suppressing their apprehension, dozens of long and spindly arms poked out of the deck beneath and grappled their spirits in an instant!

"Uuehaah!"

"Kiiikiiaah!"

"Uuuahaa!"

The mouths of the ball-like aliens all uttered different cries as they all felt as if the ghostly arms were sapping their lives in an excruciatingly torturous sequence!

Nosferatu's killing speed dropped to a considerable extent when he adopted this approach. He had to split his strength more and more in order to drain multiple puelmers at the same time, and that gave the aliens more time to resist the pull and make a desperate last stand.

Fortunately, he was able to exert enough suppression on his alien victims to prevent them from rolling out of the reach of his many arms!

In desperation, the puelmers all shot their weapons in a desperate attempt to shake off the evil human devil.

It was a pity that the high technological standards set by their own race held them back. Their weapons weren't powerful enough to damage the transphasic deck quickly enough.

By the time their weapons dug deep enough, Nosferatu had already managed to drain all of their souls at once!

As the fat fiend savored the taste of the latest batch of alien spirits, he felt sated in a way that he had never experienced before in his short existence.

Yet despite how much vitality he absorbed in this deployment, Nosferatu did not have any thoughts about quitting!

His yearning for life had turned into an extremely strong obsession!

He wanted to continue to harvest the lives of the puelmers until the entire homeship had turned into a giant metal shell that was devoid of life!

"Hishaaaaaa!"

However, the puelmers weren't about to let the evil ghost continue to harvest their lives as if they were rations for the taking.

As over fifty puelmers lost their lives and turned into motionless sacks of meat, the captain of the homeship took in the analysis of his staff and issued several specific orders.

Hundreds of puelmer crew members started to move at once. Many of them rolled out of the center and moved towards the outer section of the ship.

Although their intentions were obvious to those with an outsider's perspective, Nosferatu couldn't think so much anymore!

He did not have any time to properly digest all of the scattered and messy puelmer thoughts and emotions that he absorbed during this time.

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