Chaos' Heir
Chapter 1256: First contact

Chapter 1256: First contact

Space had no noise, but that did little to diminish the event’s magnitude.

The beam cut through a vast chunk of the dark expanse, obliterating the missiles on its path before exploding into a storm of sparks and lightning bolts. The area turned purple-red, gaining a destructive star that shone with fearsome radiance.

Many missiles dodged the explosion, but its influence reached them anyway, detonating their charges. Blue clouds tried to expand everywhere, only to be devoured by the purple-red storm.

Needless to say, another destructive barrier formed before the Kros’ ships. Except the new one was wider, thicker, and radiated more power.

The second barrier was incomparable with the first since Khan didn’t limit himself to using the available mana. He had summoned his energy, creating something far bigger and more shocking.

The spherical ships didn’t dare to advance because of that exact reason. Even flying around the expanding storm would require them to be careful about the interference it caused. Yet, that vast calamity somehow moved, splitting in a random spot to allow the passage of a blue-haired figure.

Khan’s cells made him fly without requiring any movement from him. He advanced, hovering through space and the opening in the middle of that raging, blinding storm. Occasional sparks separated from the destructive cloud and reached him, tearing his clothes apart, but his bright eyes remained on the fleet.

Some spherical ships had gone dark. Their bright enneagrams had turned off alongside many of their functions, leaving them virtually stranded in space. The vicinity of the raging storm had been enough to cause that reaction.

Meanwhile, others were still functioning, albeit not fully. Khan saw many flickering enneagrams, but that detail barely captured his attention. His figure disappeared once again, reappearing on top of the nearest spherical ship.

The vessel didn’t notice the sudden movement, let alone react to it. Khan landed on that curved surface while his cells came to life, adding inhuman strength to the simple push mustered by his right foot.

Khan’s toes pressed on the black hull, and a faint crack appeared under them before the ship shot backward, losing control of its engines and thrusters to hurl violently through space. Khan didn’t break it, but that simple gesture was enough to prove his point.

A simple tap could break a fleet’s battle formation. Khan’s mere presence could make volleys of bullets and missiles trivial. Those mighty tools, equipment, and technology were nothing more than children’s toys when he stepped on the battlefield.

Of course, Khan could have done far more to prove his point. His most violent side actually wanted him to delve deeper into his destructive nature, teaching that clueless species who and what they had dared to attack and disrespect.

If Khan had to be completely honest, he didn’t even care about teaching anything. That fleet had attacked the ship holding his pregnant wife. That was enough to warrant a death sentence in his mind, but his reasonable side provided a different truth.

Khan was in the wrong there. From his and his friends’ perspective, he could pass as a hero who had stopped at nothing to make his love flourish.

However, reality wasn’t a fairy tale. The masses might celebrate Khan’s romantic actions, but the political array would inevitably disagree with them. The Kros were innocent, and Khan was willing to give them a warning before resorting to harsher measures. A single and last warning, that was.

Khan hovered in his position, running his glowing eyes over the remaining fleet while the purple-red storm kept raging behind him. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t speak in space, but his motionless stance could say much about his intentions.

The fact that Khan didn’t immediately destroy the entire fleet was another clue that the spherical ships picked up on. One of those vehicles eventually moved, slowly hovering toward Khan while a series of mana barriers closed around it.

Khan waited, and a change soon unfolded. The ship stopped before him, and its blue enneagon brightened even more, starting to release some synthetic symphony. That shape had turned into a blinding door, which Khan didn’t hesitate to approach.

The structure that should have hosted the arranged political marriage had already made Khan witness something similar, but he experienced it with his body now.

The door wasn’t exactly open. The metal inside the blue enneagram had turned liquid, transforming it into a membrane that leaked part of the internal symphony and allowed Khan to cross it.

The liquid was cold and reeked of synthetic energy, and that stench didn’t diminish once Khan crossed it. All his red marks had disappeared, so his aura was in full display now, but the ship’s insides could endure it through specific arrangements of special functions.

A mana barrier followed the liquid membrane, and crossing it revealed another one of those shields. The ship’s spherical insides had two sets of transparent protections meant to defend its equipment and isolate Khan.

Of course, Khan wasn’t something mere mana barriers could stop or isolate. Even his presence was too much for that brittle technology.

That issue hindered Khan’s vision since the membrane before him shook, becoming opaque and hiding its insides. Yet, its energy signature suddenly changed, bringing a relatively new stability that turned the shield somewhat transparent again.

Khan was finally able to study the ship’s insides. The place was spherical there, too, with no floor whatsoever. The equipment and strange consoles hovered in that space, supported by artificial gravity.

The unique equipment did little to capture Khan’s interest, mainly since three of those machines had unique aliens sitting behind them, which monopolized it.

The Kros were exactly like Khan had read. Three humanoid lizards with triangular heads, dark-green scales, and wearing white medical coats sat on vast, chunky, mechanical chairs that hovered before floating consoles.

Those aliens were rather small and thin, no taller than one and a half meters, and their level wasn’t great, either. The strongest of the three was a third-level warrior and a weak one at that.

That first impression reminded Khan of the Guko from Ecoruta. The Kros looked like an intellectual species rather than a physical powerhouse, which had its value. However, Khan couldn’t help but see nothing but brittleness.

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“The Kros, I suppose,” Khan announced, his bright eyes conveying all the anger raging in his brain.

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