"Who are you alien. And what do you want being here?" The chieftain asked, a 10-star god-ranked being, his voice a guttural growl.
"Your loyalty. And if you do not have it, your lives. So what’s it going to be?" Aaron asked, his eyes on the Draconian chieftain, his tone calm but laced with nace.
"How dare you co to my ho and ask for submission?" The chieftain asked, rising to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger and annoyance. The red scales of the chieftain hardened, the color deepening to a furious crimson.
"So what’s your answer?" Aaron asked again, ignoring the angry words of the chieftain, his gaze unwavering.
"Kill him!" The chieftain ordered, pointing at Aaron, his claw extended like a blade.
"Why can’t they always see when soone is stronger than them," Aaron asked, transforming from his original appearance to a werewolf. His face changed slowly, werewolf fur appearing around his face in thick, dark patches. His iris having the animalistic vibe of a werewolf within it, wild and predatory. His nose also changing to that of a werewolf, elongated and sensitive. His shoulders grew broader and firr as well as his calves and lower legs, muscles bulging with raw power. Claws growing from his fingers, sharp and gleaming.
[Any reason you are using a werewolf variant this ti?]
"Seeing their scales, they must think highly of its defensive resilience. Let’s crush that pride with my own two hands. Plus, I just want to use a werewolf variant," Aaron explained, moving with a burst of speed that shattered the air.
The ground beneath him shattered, from the impact caused by his foot kicking against it, cracks spiderwebbing outward like lightning.
One of the Draconians lifted the spear in his hands. The tip of the spear was covered in flas, flickering with intense heat. The Draconian drove the spear towards Aaron’s chest area hoping to impale him. But with calculative smoothness, Aaron sidestepped, dodging the attack with minimal movent, the spear whistling past. Aaron held the spear firmly, and with his claws, he cut off a large gash at the chest of the Draconian sealing his fate, blood spraying in an arc.
With one Draconian down, Aaron moved to the next one, jumping high till he landed on the shoulder of the Draconian, his weight pressing down like a mountain. With a simple twist, he snapped the neck of the Draconian, jumping down before the limp body of the Draconian crashed to the ground with a thud.
"Attack together!" The chieftain ordered. "Stay in your formation!!" He yelled instructions at them once again, his voice booming like thunder. The thousands of Draconian warriors present listened to the chieftain, standing in formation, their spears extruded, none breaking the ranks, a wall of red scales and fla-tipped weapons.
"Reinforcent!" A Draconian general yelled, with him where thousands of Draconians arriving through the forest to the open valley where the battle was taking place, their footsteps thundering like an approaching storm.
With more reinforcent, the Draconians encircled Aaron, ensuring he couldn’t escape, being ignorant of Aaron’s abilities, their formation a tightening noose of scales and spears.
"Great. More fun battles to fight," Aaron smiled, scanning the thousands of Draconians around him, his werewolf form itching for the chaos.
[Why does it feel like you are enjoying fighting these days. You can easily just kill them all with a blood attack, or a shadow hole,] the system comnted, its tone curious.
"For the experience. A day will co where I will have to fight people that I can’t outrightly overpower. When that ti cos I will need battle experience I already have," Aaron explained, observing the multitudes of Draconians before him, his claws flexing.
"Spear bearers. Launch your spears!" The Draconian general commanded, his voice reverberating through the entire ranks, a signal of impending doom.
Under the command of the general, they all threw their spears towards Aaron, thousands of spears flying in the air, a deadly rain of fla-tipped death.
Aaron was unbothered by the spears flying in the air towards him. He isolated the space around him as he moved for his next prey, the air shimring with his power.
"What is going on?" The general asked in confusion, as the thrown spears passed through Aaron like he wasn’t there, harmless as illusions.
Aaron opened his mouth, taking a large deep breath, before releasing the howl of a werewolf, sending solar blasts rippling through the air. The solar blasts tore through the ranks of the Draconians, taking the life of those within its range, screams echoing as bodies charred.
The Draconians, being well trained, retained their formation despite the onslaught. The general refused to be deterred and affected by Aaron’s ruthlessness, his eyes narrowed with determination.
"March forward and enclose him!" He instructed. His plan was simple, overpower Aaron with numbers till he tires out, or till he becos ntally drained, then allow the warriors to finish him off. No matter how small there are.
Aaron smiled, easily seeing through the plans of the general. He couldn’t help but feel for the general, considering everything the general was banking on didn’t affect him.
Like a killing machine, Aaron drove into the midst of the Draconians, slicing, stabbing, stamping, punching and ripping apart the Draconians, his werewolf form a blur of fur and claws.
He appeared before a Draconian, stabbing his claws into the chest of the Draconian through the dragon scales, and then pulling out the heart of the Draconian, blood gushing in a fountain. A Draconian, not letting go of the opportunity, stabbed its spear towards Aaron. But to the surprise of the Draconian, his spear passed through Aaron, like he wasn’t there. Aaron smiled, staring at the horrified face of the Draconian, and with a blow, he broke the neck of the Draconian, the snap echoing.
The general, observing the battle noticed the anomaly. Every Draconian that tried to hit Aaron always found their attacks passing through Aaron, a frustrating pattern.
[System quest: Accept/decline]
Aaron paused for a second, seeing a system notification, his claws dripping blood.
"I’m not really a fan of these quests you give. The reward from the last quests I did wasn’t exactly exciting," Aaron explained to the system, while continuing dissecting the ranks of the Draconians, his movents a whirlwind of death.
[A mythic rank void hamr, and a god rank talent, wind control will bring a smile to the face of any Draconian here.]
"True," Aaron affird, bashing the skull of a Draconian with his knee, the crack resounding. "But to , they are not good enough. It won’t be able to increase my strength exponentially," Aaron explained.
[So you are not taking it?]
"When did I ever say that? I’m just not a fan doesn’t an I won’t accept a free reward. Even the at from a mosquito is a at," Aaron smiled, accepting the quest.
[Conquer the flair solar system with just one attack]
[Reward: sovereign rank skill: Devour]
"Hmm?" Aaron had a curious look on his face. "What’s with the skill?" Aaron asked the system.
[Why don’t you find out on your own?]
"Right. Alright folks, play ti’s over," Aaron smiled, stopping in his tracks. He stopped the use of his Primordial talent of space and ti, a smile tugged on his face, his werewolf form panting slightly from the exertion.
"One last chance. Are you going to bow or not?" Aaron asked the chieftain, his voice a growl.
The general listened to Aaron’s demand, a smile on his face. "Attack! Increase the pressure on him! He is tired already! Attack and don’t let him regain his strength!" The general instructed the Draconian warriors, his voice booming.
"Ignorance can really get you killed," Aaron smiled, his eyes turning dark, the void in them deepening.
"You know system. I was beginning to think I would wait a long ti before the continuum I created could bear fruit and be useful. Not until I had an epiphany," Aaron smiled, creating a bridge between the continuum and the universe he was in.
[What are you planning to do?]
"Why don’t you find out?" Aaron smiled, banking his ability to gain the reward on his next move.
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