Chapter 118: Prince With a PhD
Nioh’s eyes narrowed, glowing a faint, ominous red. The flicker of crimson in his pupils reflected arcs of voltage that now danced along the rims of his wheelchair.
"She’s already here," he muttered, his voice vibrating with the low thrum of approaching static.
In the distant sky, the clouds fractured, and a low resonant hum descended. The Queen had arrived.
The swarm parted, revealing her form—a massive, chitinous monstrosity of gleaming obsidian and electric gold. Her wings pulsed like capacitor plates, releasing discharges that shattered air pressure barriers. She was not just a hive matriarch—she was a living Tesla coil. Bio-electricity cascaded across her thorax, building with tension, and her compound eyes locked onto Nioh with malevolent intelligence.
The battlefield hushed.
Then Nioh moved.
He didn’t stand. He didn’t lift a hand. Yet from beneath his chair, the Infinity Umbrella burst open—an engineered miracle shaped like a jet-black lotus. Thousands of sleek, obsidian-black needles rose into the air, orbiting around him like a disciplined electron shell. Each needle shimmered with runic inscriptions—microscopic etchings of plasma conductors, electro-magnetic anchors, and frequency regulators.
The air sang.
A thunderous pulse cracked the sky as the Queen fired the first volley. A hailstorm of stingers, each the size of a dagger, launched from her abdomen. They screamed through the sky, glowing with blue-white arcs.
"Incoming!" Cryo shouted, freezing a portion of the battlefield instinctively.
But Nioh didn’t flinch. The needles reoriented themselves with a sonic chirp. On command, they aligned into a hexagonal prism grid, each needle resonating at slightly different wavelengths.