Each Ben and Albedo slammed down on their respective dials, instantly transforming into their most powerful, battle-tested forms to face the threat.
“Alien X!” “Way Big!” “Ultimate Humungousaur!” “Ultimate Swampfire!” “Ultimate Big Chill!” “Clockwork!”
A staggering tide of alien forms surged forward, throwing everything they had into a synchronized assault against the single, corrupted figure floating in the center of the ash-choked crater.
The air roared with the collective fury of hundreds of transformations—a wave of sonic booms, plasma fire, and localized gravity wells rushing toward Error X.
Yet, the moment the lines clashed, the battle devolved into an absolute, horrifying slaughter.
Error X stood completely motionless as the initial wave hit him.
His passive, cosmic-level defense rendered him entirely invulnerable to standard physical and energy attacks.
Plasma bolts, sonic blasts, and Taydenite projectiles washed over his star-studded black hide like drops of rain against heavy armor plating.
He didn’t even bother to dodge; he simply reached out and systematically tore through every alien hero that crossed his line of sight.
A Heatblast swooped down from above, concentrating a torrent of white-hot plasma fire from both palms directly into Error X’s face.
The heat was enough to turn the surrounding asphalt into glowing slag, but Error X didn’t even turn his head.
With a casual flick of his wrist, a localized gravitational wave slammed into Heatblast, driving him straight into the earth at Mach speeds and leaving him motionless in a smoking, cratered pit.
A Wildmutt leaped from a ruined wall, aiming a savage strike with his razor-sharp claws.
Error X casually reached out, grabbed the Vulpimancer by the throat, and hurled him across the city block with lazy indifference.
Wildmutt rocketed through the air like a brown-and-yellow meteor, slamming headfirst into a Diamondhead who was attempting to construct a crystal barrier.
The impact shattered the Diamondhead into thousands of sharp green splinters, leaving both variants broken and bleeding in the rubble.
A thick layer of black ice instantly encased Error X’s body—only for the cosmic abomination to shatter the glacier in a microsecond with a flex of his shoulders.
Before Ultimate Big Chill could re-engage his intangible phase, Error X’s hand shot out, crushing the Necrofriggian’s throat with raw kinetic force that forcibly canceled his intangibility.
Error X hurled him skyward, the soaring body colliding mid-air with a towering Way Big and taking both giants down into a collapsing skyscraper.
“He’s not even negotiating with himself!” a mainline Ben yelled, dodging a spray of falling concrete as a Ben 23 variant was slapped through a brick wall.
“There’s no Bellicus or Serena in there—it’s just pure, automatic slaughter!”
One hero fell after another.
Standard forms and Ultimate transformations alike were dismantled effortlessly, unable to inflict even a single scratch on the corrupted Celestialsapien.
Among the hundreds of combatants present, only the handful of pre-fused Alien X variants possessed enough raw durability to trade brief, desperate blows with the monster.
Anyone else caught in the crossfire—even by a grazing shockwave—was instantly vaporized or left clinging to life in the dirt.
Despite the grim, terrifying reality of the slaughter, the mainlines refused to retreat.
They cycled through their transformation playlists rapidly, unleashing every elemental combination, energy beam, and tactical maneuver in their arsenals.
A squad of Bens and Albedos surrounded Error X in a tight formation, charging him simultaneously from all vectors.
BOOM!
A violent pulse of black, star-speckled energy erupted from Error X’s core.
The shockwave detonated like a localized nuclear blast, hurling everyone in the vicinity back dozens of yards through the air.
Albedo was caught directly in the blast radius.
As he was launched backward through the burning air, his survival instinct kicked in—he slammed his Ultimatrix dial mid-flight, shifting into Big Chill.
He slammed into the concrete floorboards as a burst of icy, intangible matter, instantly reassembling his physical form as he skated to a halt on a patch of frost. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Reverting to his human form and shaking off the ice dust, Albedo looked up at the sky, his pale face smeared with soot.
Error X was currently floating higher into the clouds, bringing his hands together as a terrifying sphere of black, reality-tearing energy condensed between his palms.
“This is madness,” Albedo muttered under his breath, his mind working at hyper-speed as he evaluated the battlefield.
“A standard attrition strategy is mathematically impossible here.
We will all be erased before his power cell decays by a single percent!”
He watched as a fused Alien X leaped into the sky, unleashing a beam of pure cosmic light to intercept Error X’s falling energy sphere.
The resulting clash produced a blinding, sun-like flash, sending a massive kinetic shockwave rippling across the quadrant, blasting the ground forces back even further.
Standard transformations and Ultimate forms yield a zero-percent damage threshold, Albedo reasoned frantically, his blood-red eyes darting across the carnage.
Only entities possessing Celestialsapien genetic architecture can interact with his forcefield.
But I don’t have Alien X unlocked on this current configuration, and most of these alternate Bens are locked out of their master controls…
Wait.
Albedo’s eyes widened as a sharp, brilliant spark of Galvan logic lit up his mind.
He remembered an obscure hardware quirk from the early days of Omnitrix development—a flaw Azmuth had spent weeks trying to patch out before moving to internal storage arrays.
Fused forms!
Albedo thought, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
If a pure Celestialsapien profile is inaccessible, I can force a cellular fusion using localized hardware manipulation!