Tempest of the Battlefield - Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Immortals Versus Dark Ones
Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

One of Guan Dongyang’s allies, the Divine Mastery Sect, was the most influential force on Mars. No one knew exactly how powerful they were. Their cultivation was at least twenty years ahead of the rest of the humans, and this was particularly the case in terms of their understanding of the soul energy. Although the Divine Mastery Sect focused solely on inner cultivation and research during the peaceful times, and was not best known for their combat ability, after the Zerg Invasion, they were forced to reveal their unmatched combat skills.

Between pissing off the Divine Mastery Sect and the House Lie, any war-band would choose the latter in a heartbeat.

“How is the situation in Maersa?”

“It is rather strange. The Zergs should have poured out of the city gates by now, but our scouts reported that they had seen none outside the City. Instead, there was a lot of commotion inside. There must be something going on inside the city that has distracted them.”

“Oh? What could it be? The Zergs are not well known for their tolerance.” Aamir asked as he rolled a cigar and lit it up.

“Hans, we need to know more… we must. The Zergs’ transition towards humanity is going to be the best shot we have to get rid of them.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Ever since the shipment was raided by the human resistance, the Zergs had acted against their vengeful nature. It was hard to imagine that they would swallow down the loss and let the matters slide.

The Zergs didn’t even attack Battle Wolf’s camp after it was exposed during the skirmish against Thunder Fire. Although Guan Dongyang had already packed up and relocated, there had been ample time for the Zergs to deliver a blow to Guan Dongyang.

What would have made the Zergs act so out of character?

Meanwhile, loud commotion could be heard from inside Maersa City as if they were preparing for an invasion. It was not only the case in Maersa, but also in all the Zerg occupied cities.

This was an order from the Dark Lord Moye, and there was only one individual who could make the dark Lord Panic: Patroclus.

The news of Patroclus killing the other two Zerg warlords had shocked all the Zergs. Despite the Zergs’ aggressive nature, their social status within the highly stratified society was very stagnant. Therefore, things such as murdering the commanders of the same level was unheard of in the history of the Zerg race.

After that incidence, Moye had always been watching out for Patroclus’s suspicious actions. The four of them— Moye, Patroclus, and the two warlords killed by Patroclus— had been at the same rank. And now, the number had reduced to two. Moye knew that he would be the next target sooner or later. Therefore, he requested to rule the human world on the other side of the solar system, far away from Patroclus.

The separation worked for a while until Moye recently heard that a secret convey was sent to the Mars by Patroclus.

After the group arrived at Mars, they didn’t do anything destructive, but neither did Moye know exactly what they were up to. His report said that the members of the convoy had already infiltrated all occupied cities on Mars.

In the eyes of the Zerg populous, Moye was at least half a rank higher than Patroclus. However, Patroclus never played by the Zerg’s rule. Ever since he had assimilated the forces and resources of the two other warlords, Moye had lost all advantage he used to hold against the Ivantian hybrid. By far, most of Patroclus’ actions were against the grains of Zerg traditions. He was dismantling the framework that defined the Zergs from inside. What was worse, Patroclus was not alone, since all the dark ones’ mindset was similar to him, and their number and influence were growing rapidly.

“Mr. Turbolix, welcome to the City of Maersa.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kun. ”

“The tables are set. Please enjoy.”

“After you, please.”

In the kitchen, human slaves worked diligently to prepare the dishes. Although the Zergs were capable of doing laborious work, they had chosen to let the slaves do their chores.

Lives of the humans who had any use to the Zerg community were spared by their Zerg Master. However, it was not uncommon to hear about slaves being abused to death; it happened almost on a daily basis.

Turbolix walked with heavy and wide strides, his steps carrying confidence and power. He was one of the human warriors that had turned their backs on their own race. He was young and strong, one of Patroclus’s favorite generals.

Seeing the humans’ imminent defeat, Turbolix switched his allegiance to Patroclus in order to survive. Although his action was viewed as apostasy in the eyes of other human soldiers—mostly those from older generations—he was convinced that that was the only option for him. Time had changed and so should the humans. If the humans were stuck in their old mindset, refusing the gift of the new era based on old and tiring dogma, the human race would never be able to advance.

Turbolix was confident that he had done the right thing. Unlike his old and bitter human counterparts, he was forward thinking and adaptive. The conviction had lent him ignorance to the sufferings of the humans around him. The only price he had to pay was a worm-like Zerg that bore into his chest, living symbiotically with him.

Kun was a high-level dark one. Although he looked and acted like a human, he had nothing to do with the human race. Having received the enlightenment from his divine lord Patroclus, Turbolix looked down upon the primitive Zergs, including the dark ones. On the other hand, the dark ones firmly believed that they were the purest and the noblest blood in the Zerg world, and they held the same contempt towards the hybrid immortals, such as Turbolix.

Despite the differences, Kun and Turbolix treated each other with courtesy, just like the humans would.

Turbolix was a typical immortal, and therefore, his taste was akin to that of a human. He was worried that Kun, the dark one, would prepare a table full of disgusting Zerg “delicacies.” However, when he sat down by the dining table, he realized that the meals were all human food.

“Mr. Turbolix, how does everything taste so far? ”

“Impressive! You have done a lot of research into human taste buds, haha!”

“Yes, I have a little,” Kun said with a satisfying smile. Knowledge of humans’ fine culture and customs was considered a status symbol for high-class dark ones.

Kun clapped his wings together, willing the servants to bring out two naked girls. Both of the girls were slim in the waist and curvy at the top and bottom, typical beauty standards for a human taste. Kun was not aroused by the girls’ appearances in the slightest. To him, these girls looked like aliens would to a human.

“Come to tend to my guest. Otherwise…”

The two girls didn’t dare speak a word and hurried to Turbolix’s side. Their bouncing bosom ignited the fire in between Turbolix’s legs.

What was the point of becoming an immortal? To enjoy life.

Turbolix held one of the girls’ chin and picked it up. “Come babes, my little friend needs some love.”

The girl paused and wasn’t sure what to do, so she looked to the other girl. When she turned her head back, she bent down and started to unbuckle Turbolix’s trousers.

Turbolix snatched the girl’s hand and moved it up along his body until it reached his chest.

“My little friend is here.”

Turbolix ripped his shirt open, revealing a big, ugly scar, which suddenly burst open to reveal a scaly and ragged looking monster that slithered out of the wound, its mouth wide open. The girl screamed and jumped back, tripping over herself and falling to the ground.

A lighting ball appeared in Kun’s hand. The girl’s behavior was uncouth, and punishment was needed.

“Mayor Kun, it’s fine. Come now babes, he likes fresh meat, but brains are his favorite.” Seeing the girls’ pale faces, Turbolix burst out laughing, “I was just kidding! Come to feed him, and then I can start eating as well.”

The two girls walked to the monster reluctantly, and then fed it a piece of rare steak with trembling fingers. The vile thing devoured the meat with a satisfying wet croak, then it slithered back into Turbolix’s chest and disappeared.

After the feast, Turbolix held a meeting with Kun, which ended with a heated debate.

“My lord, how was your meeting with Kun?”

“Hehe, those dark ones are idiots! They refuse to join us, but agreed to lend us some of the Zerglings. We need to act quickly, our Lord is waiting.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Turbolix was sent to hunt down a person who should have been dead. He disliked the mission since he was convinced that Patroclus had overestimated the strength of a dead person. However, he knew where Patroclus was coming from. After all, Patroclus’ only defeat was at the hand of this individual.