Michael tried to forget about the possibility that Killian Zeus would want to tear him into shreds and focused on the tasks ahead.
He used the SoulStar Fragnts in his possession to upgrade Spirit Gaze a little bit more, resulting in the intensity of the silver hue in his eyes to increase. The outlines of the 6th Star were long since drawn, aning that Spirit Gaze required rely 6000 or 7000 more SoulStar Fragnts until the upgrade was completed.
Michael looked forward to that, not only because he could clearly sense that the power of Roc Eyes and Spirit Gaze was increasing exponentially as both Soultrait neared 6-Star, but more because of the fact that they were likely to fuse into a single Soultrait. Michael wanted to know whether Roc Eyes and Spirit Gaze would turn into an Apex 6-Star Soultrait, if the Soul Power the two Soultraits had accumulated would fuse, and how the fusion would proceed exactly.
It was sothing he'd never heard before, and attracted his curiosity therefore.
The Tekur's mories showing so Soul Techniques were also enough to attract his curiosity. Unfortunately, none of them were compatible with him. But that was fine. Michael was getting to know more about Soul Techniques. He felt like he was making significant progress the more he watched and experienced the Tekur using their Soul Techniques. The sa could be said about their body and mind refinent techniques.
Michael actually procured a body refinent to from the War Rune's storage of one Tekur. Michael could decipher it despite never having studied the mother tongue of the Tekur race. That was mostly owed to the vast amount of experience he gained from witnessing the mories of the Tekur race as if he was present when the incidents occurred. He learned the Tekur race's language to a certain extent without studying anything.
Michael's only issue about the Tekur race's body refinent technique was that he couldn't be certain if the technique was suitable to him. Did he have to alter the technique to fit it to the human anatomy, or could he use the Tekur race's body refinent technique just like that? The forr was likely to be a necessity since most races had a vastly different anatomy.
Other than the body refinent to, Michael procured a large quantity of Inferior Energy Stones as well as Artifacts. The loot was actually quite intriguing because Michael never expected ordinary Soldiers to own so many Inferior Energy Stones.
'Maybe they have an Energy Stone mine? If Inferior Energy Stones are not rare for them it would make sense why all of those Soldiers are at the Peak of Tier-3 despite being so young.'
Michael was intrigued by so many things. However, he decided to spend so more ti testing the Soul Techniques and stored the loot inside his storage space right away. Instead of doing nothing while roaming around the dinsion, Michael chose to test out more about the Soul Techniques and experint a little bit with his already existing techniques and Soultraits. He wanted to alter so of his techniques with small components out of the Soul Techniques he extracted from the Tekur to test how difficult it was to create his own Soul Technique and how deep his understanding of Soul Techniques was at this point.
Despite extracting Lifeforce from his enemies whenever possible Michael noticed quickly that his mind was not in its best state. He'd used his Soultraits too recklessly, too often, and too many simultaneously to deal with the Tekur.
Roc Eyes, Spirit Gaze, and Enhancent had to be activated at all tis against the Tekur to be on par with their physical capabilities – to so extent. 6-layers of Enhancent applied to his body were needed to compete with the Tekur, and origin energy weaved into his physique with great precision was required to decrease the toll Enhancent put upon his body.
anwhile, Roc Eyes and Spirit Gaze had to be kept at their peak as well to analyze his opponents' movents by seeing everything, including their energy circulation. Therefore, his eyes, mind, and body were already highly stimulated by those few Soultraits, yet Michael had to use more Soultraits and increase the intensity of his Soultraits accordingly to deal with multiple powerful enemies at once.
Aethyr and the fact that it could shapeshift at any mont was not exactly helpful in decreasing the toll exerted on his mind.
Of course, Aethyr was powerful. It was part of the reason he could defeat the Tekur with considerable 'ease'. Nonetheless, Michael needed a little break after three fights and digesting nearly a dozen mory Orbs. Eagle Eyes upgraded to Roc Eyes not too long as well, altering his body permanently.
Hence, it was a relief when several hours passed in the blink of an eye without him encountering a single enemy or ally. Not a single group of Tekur or the Alliance arrived his view. That was great but also confusing. Was the isolated dinsion really that big, or were people avoiding the area he walked through?
Michael had no idea, however, he was grateful. He received half a day's break to think about all kinds of things and experint with Soul Techniques and his own techniques. Michael tried to alter so techniques he had learned and test them to see if he could create his own technique. It was sothing he had never done before.
He never expected to enjoy it this much.
Unfortunately, half a day was not enough to create his own technique. It would have been weird if Michael ended up creating his own Soul Technique in such a short duration. He was not a heavenly prodigy, after all.
Just as Michael was about to decide whether he wanted to end his break and start searching for so Tekur to hunt, a few Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs arrived his sight.
They were still a few kiloters away from his current position but crossing that distance was hardly an issue.
Michael ran in their direction, temporarily teaming up with their rged groups.
"I presu that you're Michael Fang. You don't look as strong as the rumors say;" The Warlock Centaur leading the rged group spoke to Michael first. His hoarse voice conveying his judgnt reached Michael with no delay.
The leading Warlock Centaur smashed his heavy broadsword to the ground right next to Michael, who didn't move an inch. The only thing Michael did was to gaze back at the Warlock Centaur, his eyes glowing vibrantly as the tension around them increased.
"No, forget that. Your eyes look intense and you look like you've fought so Tekur. Did you kill so of them?" The Warlock Centaur added, the left corner of his mouth curling upward.
Michael raised an eyebrow and used Enhancent on Roc Eyes and Spirit Gaze three tis before he bombarded the Warlock Centaur with a single use of Spirit Disturbance.
"I fought so Tekur and killed them. That's indeed correct," Michael replied as Spirit Disturbance impacted hard upon his target.
The leading Warlock Centaur expected Michael to do sothing, but he wasn't prepared to face a spiritual attack, even less an attack with such lethal force.
The Warlock Centaur's grip around his heavy broadsword loosened and he nearly let go of it as a wave of destruction swept through his mind. He groaned in pain and blood began to trickle from his nose, yet the Warlock Centaur didn't move. His legs didn't cave in and neither did he?retreat. All he did was stare at Michael, the corners of his lips tilting further to transform into a bright smile.
"What a cocky bastard. I like you!" The Warlock Centaur shattered into a hearty chuckle, "How about joining our team for a while? We could make use of soone like you!"
"Of course. I'll make sure you survive," Michael responded, flashing a crafty smile.
"That's what I wanted to say," The Warlock Centaur said, patting Michael's shoulder with great force.
The other Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs looked at their exchange with mild interest. It was intriguing that their leader accepted Michael so easily but everyone had listened about Michael already. It was well-known what Michael had done for their people in the Colosseum, and how he nearly attacked his own people for their sake, as well as the great service he provided to the entire Tritan Alliance.
The Chieftain and War Priestess had already inford them not to disregard Michael in the Flag War and to support him as long as he didn't do anything dishonorable and disrespectful.
"I just want to make one thing clear," Michael said, his gaze flitting across the faces of Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs, "I don't care if you guys want to fight a head-on battle against the Tekur alone. I will join the battle, either way. If you don't like soone interfering in your Sacred individual battles, I have no problems with leaving either."
Michael knew that the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs were too honorable for their own good. Against the Tekur, that was extrely problematic. The Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs wouldn't attack the Tekur if their brethren were already in a head-on battle against them.
That was also why 15 Alliance mbers died in the first battle against the Tekur. Michael did not want a repeat of that.
"We will see whether you're fast enough to join our battles, or if we finish them long before you can lift your finger to act," The leading Warlock Centaur boasted with great confidence in his voice.
Michael accepted that answer and indicated to their left. Far away from their current position, a group of eight Tekur were traveling through the plains.
"We will see about that. Eight Tekur on your west. Prepare for battle!"
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