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RUMBLE!
The ground quaked as an immense, armored Ox Zodiacron stepped forward, his authoritative voice resounding through the corridor. His left arm, a grotesque fusion of pulsating red and purple flesh and insectoid exoskeleton, writhed as if parasitizing his body. "There's an important meeting occurring right now between one of the Queen's Daughters and our guest, so don't disturb them, you hear me? Or there will be consequences."
His black horns, one half-broken, loomed as he exuded a powerful Aura of Authority, silencing the Corrupted Zodiacrons and Hive Members, who nodded in quiet compliance.
"Looks like that guy is really important, huh?" Partner whispered.
"It seems he can even command the aliens…" Quick Hare murmured.
"Hm…" Vyperion studied the Ox. "I think I recognize that man… He… he's General Oxetron? He fell in battle years ago, among the strongest Ox Zodiacrons… To think he became a Corrupted Zodiacron instead."
