Chapter 288 Need A Hand? (1)
If the appearance of Giholos were bad news, the Xyrans were like some fucked up shit. They ruled over a better part of the galaxy, trampling over the forces of a puny planet like Earth was something they wouldn't even bat an eye on.
Several more pods shot out of the Giholo's dipping ship. However, Ashton had a feeling not all of them would have been successful in making it out of there. Even out of those pods, most of them were shot down by the Xyrans.
The Giholos were just as shocked to see the Xyrans as Astaroth was. Those fuckers had no reason to be here, then why were they there? It couldn't be possible they were there for Seraph's crystal just like the Giholos were, could it?
Thousands of questions were running inside Astaroth's head, but he knew staying there and trying to find those answers would only end up in his death. He needed to ensure Ashton's safety first and foremost. If he got into their hand, then it was game over for him.
[Come on Ashton RUN!]
'Where the hell do you want me to go, huh?' Ashton lashed out, 'They have us fucking surrounded! If I make a move, they'll immediately get suspicious of me. Are you even fucking thinking right now?'
The Giholos might have been thinking the same thing as, despite countless of them being killed eight in front of their eyes, none of them dared to take a step.
They wanted to help their comrades, they wanted to avenge them, however, they knew in front of Xyrans they were nothing more than insects. Insects that were killed the moment they made any sounds.
Soon enough, the spaceships stationed themselves right above Livan. Ashton was worried, thinking they might destroy the entire city along with everyone standing there. He looked around and saw all of their heads pointed upwards, staring at the freshly arrived ships.
A moment later, pods began dropping from the ships in a similar fashion as before. Only this time, their landing was smooth and planned out, unlike how the Giholos dropped in. The pods opened and aliens with the stark appearance of humans walked out.
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The only difference was their abnormal height and gigantic wings on their backs. All of them were dressed in white clothes and armours from the head to the toe, that being said, their faces were covered, providing them with a mysterious persona.
Just by a glance, everyone knew it was better to shut their mouths and pray to God they don't meet their end. Within seconds, the Xyranshad managed to calm the chaos without saying a single word. That was the level of authority and power they carried as their shadow.
"What a shithole..."
Ashton heard one of them say, as they hurried toward him and the hundreds of Giholos there. Without saying another word, the Xyrans chose to target the aliens first. The gunshots came in quick succession.
The Giholos barked, hooted, and gurgled as the well-aimed bullets hurled their lifeless carcasses down on the ground. There were no warnings, no issuing orders of surrendering, nothing. Just a plain old massacre.
The funniest thing about it? None of the Xyrans seemed to even care about what they just did. When there were no more targets to fire at, they quickly reloaded their weapons and returned them to their holsters.
They were no angels or gods, they were monsters. Just like Astaroth had said. Since they were prohibited to fight amongst themselves, they decided to trample on the weak to satisfy their bloodthirst.
The white armoured soldiers then stepped aside to reveal half a dozen other aliens with sapphire armour and one with golden armour. Judging by how all of them were behaving around the one wearing the golden armour, it seemed he was their leader.
The man carefully stepped forward, not wanting to get any of the vile blood of the massacred Giholos on himself. Meanwhile, the soldiers stayed put, pointing their weapons at the werewolves that were still alive.
In front of them stood the one wearing the golden armour. His flashy robe flapped in the air, while his eyes were filled with disgust. It felt like he was standing in the middle of a pig farm.
"Who is your leader, lycans... I believe that's what your kind is called?" Beelzebub's commanding voice roared over all of them.
The citizen turned toward Ashton, who for the life of him could not speak up. It was like he had a lump in his throat and struggled to swallow it. Just looking at the Xyran in front of him, drowned Ashton in despair. Something he had forgotten long ago.
"I don't like to be kept waiting-"
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"It's me." Ashton finally managed to gather the courage to make himself 'visible' in the Xyran's eyes, "And we preferred to be called Werewolves."
"I prefer to call you kind pests. That's a more-" Beelzebub stopped when his eyes fell on something he shouldn't have seen, not at least on this pitiful excuse of a planet, "That thing in your hand, where did you get it from?"
'Damn it!' Ashton cursed his negligence.
Astaroth's panicked state threw him off and he entirely forgot about the crystal. But cursing himself now wasn't going to fix anything. As seconds flew by, Ashton realised he was only digging his grave with every passing moment.
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A moment later, Beelzebub disappeared and reappeared in front of Ashton, grabbed his hand and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.
"I am speaking your language, aren't I?"
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"In a forest..."
"Where?"
"We can't get there anymore. The portals have been deactivated-"
Slap!
Beelzebub had barely touched him, yet to Ashton, it felt like hundreds of gorillans had just run him over. Every single bone in his face had been damaged in an instant. The strength of the Xyran was much more than he could have ever predicted.
"I'm not interested in your fucking monologue. Tell me where did you find it?"
Several more pods shot out of the Giholo's dipping ship. However, Ashton had a feeling not all of them would have been successful in making it out of there. Even out of those pods, most of them were shot down by the Xyrans.
The Giholos were just as shocked to see the Xyrans as Astaroth was. Those fuckers had no reason to be here, then why were they there? It couldn't be possible they were there for Seraph's crystal just like the Giholos were, could it?
Thousands of questions were running inside Astaroth's head, but he knew staying there and trying to find those answers would only end up in his death. He needed to ensure Ashton's safety first and foremost. If he got into their hand, then it was game over for him.
[Come on Ashton RUN!]
'Where the hell do you want me to go, huh?' Ashton lashed out, 'They have us fucking surrounded! If I make a move, they'll immediately get suspicious of me. Are you even fucking thinking right now?'
The Giholos might have been thinking the same thing as, despite countless of them being killed eight in front of their eyes, none of them dared to take a step.
They wanted to help their comrades, they wanted to avenge them, however, they knew in front of Xyrans they were nothing more than insects. Insects that were killed the moment they made any sounds.
Soon enough, the spaceships stationed themselves right above Livan. Ashton was worried, thinking they might destroy the entire city along with everyone standing there. He looked around and saw all of their heads pointed upwards, staring at the freshly arrived ships.
A moment later, pods began dropping from the ships in a similar fashion as before. Only this time, their landing was smooth and planned out, unlike how the Giholos dropped in. The pods opened and aliens with the stark appearance of humans walked out.
N0 v el Next. CoM
The only difference was their abnormal height and gigantic wings on their backs. All of them were dressed in white clothes and armours from the head to the toe, that being said, their faces were covered, providing them with a mysterious persona.
Just by a glance, everyone knew it was better to shut their mouths and pray to God they don't meet their end. Within seconds, the Xyranshad managed to calm the chaos without saying a single word. That was the level of authority and power they carried as their shadow.
"What a shithole..."
Ashton heard one of them say, as they hurried toward him and the hundreds of Giholos there. Without saying another word, the Xyrans chose to target the aliens first. The gunshots came in quick succession.
The Giholos barked, hooted, and gurgled as the well-aimed bullets hurled their lifeless carcasses down on the ground. There were no warnings, no issuing orders of surrendering, nothing. Just a plain old massacre.
The funniest thing about it? None of the Xyrans seemed to even care about what they just did. When there were no more targets to fire at, they quickly reloaded their weapons and returned them to their holsters.
They were no angels or gods, they were monsters. Just like Astaroth had said. Since they were prohibited to fight amongst themselves, they decided to trample on the weak to satisfy their bloodthirst.
The white armoured soldiers then stepped aside to reveal half a dozen other aliens with sapphire armour and one with golden armour. Judging by how all of them were behaving around the one wearing the golden armour, it seemed he was their leader.
The man carefully stepped forward, not wanting to get any of the vile blood of the massacred Giholos on himself. Meanwhile, the soldiers stayed put, pointing their weapons at the werewolves that were still alive.
In front of them stood the one wearing the golden armour. His flashy robe flapped in the air, while his eyes were filled with disgust. It felt like he was standing in the middle of a pig farm.
"Who is your leader, lycans... I believe that's what your kind is called?" Beelzebub's commanding voice roared over all of them.
The citizen turned toward Ashton, who for the life of him could not speak up. It was like he had a lump in his throat and struggled to swallow it. Just looking at the Xyran in front of him, drowned Ashton in despair. Something he had forgotten long ago.
"I don't like to be kept waiting-"
N0 v el Next. CoM
"It's me." Ashton finally managed to gather the courage to make himself 'visible' in the Xyran's eyes, "And we preferred to be called Werewolves."
"I prefer to call you kind pests. That's a more-" Beelzebub stopped when his eyes fell on something he shouldn't have seen, not at least on this pitiful excuse of a planet, "That thing in your hand, where did you get it from?"
'Damn it!' Ashton cursed his negligence.
Astaroth's panicked state threw him off and he entirely forgot about the crystal. But cursing himself now wasn't going to fix anything. As seconds flew by, Ashton realised he was only digging his grave with every passing moment.
Novel Top1.OR G
A moment later, Beelzebub disappeared and reappeared in front of Ashton, grabbed his hand and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.
"I am speaking your language, aren't I?"
Novel Top1.OR G
"In a forest..."
"Where?"
"We can't get there anymore. The portals have been deactivated-"
Slap!
Beelzebub had barely touched him, yet to Ashton, it felt like hundreds of gorillans had just run him over. Every single bone in his face had been damaged in an instant. The strength of the Xyran was much more than he could have ever predicted.
"I'm not interested in your fucking monologue. Tell me where did you find it?"
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