Yalen looked at the alien girl incredulously. Shouldn't you console the higher members of your race before making such a decision? Or was she like him someone who disregards the law. For some reason, he felt excited when he thought about that. "Yeah, I don't mind the alliance. Also, I have not caught your name."
The alien tilted head, this 'human' is talking to her casually, but his guard was still up, the alien felt her blood firing up. "My name is Akriel, I am from the Star race. Nice to meet you, Yalen."
"Nice to meet you too, Akriel, but don't you think we should land on the ground." Yalen was not too keen on staying in the air for too long.
Akriel nodded and floated down to the ground, Yalen followed. He then stretched and brought out his phone.
It wasn't long he left, but there was already an emergency signal.
[ALIEN SCUM I'M GOING TO BURN YOU?!!. Oh hey, captian Yalen, when you left some strange looking people came and started attacking us with fire...anyways can you get here, I Don't think we should kill them since they can understand us so we are trying to pacify the situation. HOLLAND DAMN IT PROTECT YOURSELF WHY ARE YOU LETTING YOURSELF GET ATTACKED, FOR GODS SAKE YOU'RE AN EMPEROR RANK ABILITY USER?!!. Anyways I have to go so I'll see you there.]
Yalen's eyebrows twitched. He didn't even get to talk before she switched off the call. He turned to Akriel calmly. "It seems your scouts are attacking my extraction team."
Akriel hands twitched, and she was flabbergasted. This coincidence was very suspicious. Why did her scouts have to attack a potential alliance?!!. She felt like strangling someone. "Reckless bustards." She muttered under her breath.
"I'll tell them to stop, or we could just go there, and I can stop them more easily. "She turned to Yalen and spoke up. She was embarrassed by her teams blatant recklessness.
Yalen smirked. "Can you keep up?."
Akriels tail swung from side to side, and a smile horned her face. "Is that a challenge?."
Yalen shrugged, though, still grinning. He replied. "Think of it as a test to see if you are strong. Who knows if you win, maybe we could spar."
Aktiel scoffed .What kind of reward is that at least try to wager. Either way assessing the Alliance targets strength is what a member of her race would do. "I accept."
The moment she said that, Yalen turned around and ran forwards with a visible energy under his legs. Within seconds, he was already far into the forest.
Akriel didn't waste time either as she followed with a sonic boom behind her steps.
Yalen was not holding back. His speed was causing vibrations all around, slightly awakening a few beasts that were at least at the catastrophe and abnormal class.
The beasts were not on the land but below it, and they caused large earth spikes to be erected, destroying a few trees in the process.
Akriel saw that happen but did not give mind to it. The moment she passed and dodged the earth spikes, the ground underneath was heating up like something was burning in the soil. She has to admit, Yalen was pretty fast, but she was not slow herself.
The blue flame floated in the middle of her horns lot up, and a few holes on her long boots spit out blue fire accelerating and matching up to Yalen's speed.
While they were racing, the person who gave Yalen the emergency call was going berserk herself.
A woman with orange hair and brown eyes had a ball of fire encasing her while she gloated up in the sky and bombarding them with a seemingly never-ending artillery of fire balls.
The star race member who was fighting her found his flames useless against her. The woman squated in the air and looked down at the star race with a hunt of mockery on her face. "Your flames have different tastes, but that's all there is to it. You think me a Peak emperor rank ability user can be harmed by weak liizard looking ants, dream on."
The member of the star race fighting the woman lo9ked at her incredulously, unlike Akriel he had one horn and a floating black flame on his tail. When he discovered these people, he thought they would be easy to deal with, though their biology looked almost similar their abilities surely weren't.
Well, he was right. Their abilities were not the same as they had many, and three of them could suppress ten out of two of them.
The member of the star race was offended at being called a lizard, and if he didn't retaliate, how can he confront his pride. "You're the lizard hiding in your egg?!!."
The woman paused and looked at the member of the star race with a menacing smile and chuckled and stood up, floating down from her barrier of flames that now hovered above her like a miniature sun "Hmmm, lizard, I'd more of call myself a wyrm, I won't dare call myself a dragon, but I wouldn't say I am far from being one."
As she said that, scales began appearing on her skin, and black horns were growing from her forehead. "Do you want to know something interesting about the human races ability to use its way of increasing power?."
She stepped forward, and the star race member was attacked by a dangerous heatwave. "We absorb the energy from beast Cores of well...beasts and when we continuously absorb the beast Cores correlating to our abilities and reach the level of a lord we can manifest the power of the beast using out abilities."
A long spiked tail began slithering out from her back. "When we reach the level of emperors while still consuming the beast Cores of a beast of our rank, we begin to gain the strength of such beast and can somewhat weaker beasts, for example, a 'dragon' that can command all types of 'lizards' an emperor having an unbreakable law."
The star race warrior flinched, his single horn trembling with the unstable black fire dancing around his tail. He had never heard of such a cultivation method—absorbing cores to gain the essence of a beast? That was beyond dangerous, even barbaric. To tamper with such unstable energy was courting death. Yet here was this human, flaunting a hybrid transformation that defied reason.
Her aura was growing heavier with every word. The very air distorted around her form, warping light as if space itself was trying to flee.
BOOM?!!.
But as things were about to escalate, Yalen and Akriel arrived at the same time stunning both the star race and the humans. Why did both their Captains arrive at a critical time.
Yalen looked at the woman and blankly turned to Holland, who was sitting on top of the ship with sunglasses, while an observable barrier was surrounding him.
"Darya, you sent out the emergency signal, and you're showing off... I know you are about to reach the Soverign rank and you're quite agitated. You haven't found any catastrophe or calamity class beasts to fight, so I understand. " Darya sighed and shaky began to return to normal, she seem to never get a chance to fight when she met a worthy opponent, oh well she would just go and find a planet rampant with only abnormal class and Ruler class beasts, she could probably find a few calamities she can vent on.
Darya turned to Holland and threw her miniature sun at him. Holland, with his sunglasses, looked at the projectile and whistled. "Hey, don't attack me for being untouchable."
Holland pointed his left thum downwards, and the flame was instantly compressed into a 2d shape, dissipating within moments, he then tipped down his glasses a bit, his blue eyes scanning on the guest Yalen brought.
"Is that your new girlfriend, Yalen? I'm pretty sure Yelen would be Interested to find out." He waved at Yalen as he said that with a smile.
Yalen looked at him with his eyebrows twitching. If Holland was not useful, he would have thrown him into the ocean of Leviathan—Origin, the main planet of the Whales family already.
Holland stood up and jumped down to the ground he made his way towards Yalen, ignoring Darya and turning to Akriel. With a bow, he greeted her. "Hello there, beautiful lady, your friends attacked us, but I will let it go since you are getting along with my captain and also if you're getting married make sure to save up a reservation for me would ya."
Akriel, for some reason, wanted to strangle the man in front of her, if not for the chance of forming an alliance with an intelligent race who is familiar with the universal language she would have already done that. "I have no romantic interest for your kind."
Holland stood and shrugged his shoulder. "Eh, love transcends everything. There is this guy who can make anything or anyone fall in love with her using her abilities. Sadly, I am immune to a lot of things, so I can not experience her ability. It's sad that I can never truly experience what 'love' is."
Yalen really wanted to punch him, but the damn bastard always has a barrier or two protecting him.
"I am actually going to strangle you." Yalen said, deadpanned.
Holland slowly backed away with his hands raised above him. "Ok, ok, I'll stop."
"Kruzel, you Ashtis and Borles stay here. Tell the rest to go back to the base." Akriel said, commanding them.
Kruzel, the stocky giant of the squad, gave a curt nod, his armoured frame creaking as he tightened his gauntlets. Ashtis, on the other hand, adjusted the silver chain around her neck, her eyes darting uneasily toward Darya, who still hovered nearby with unsettled flames flickering
The tension hadn't dispersed. It merely shifted.
Akriel crossed her arms, tail flicking once. "Yalen, your people are… interesting." Her tone was neutral, but her pupils tightened into slits—observing, measuring, waiting.
Darya snorted from above, hair still smouldering faintly as if embers clung to her. "Interesting is the polite way of putting it. We call it a disaster waiting to happen."
Yalen ignored the jab, though the corner of his mouth twitched. "Akriel, if your race wants this alliance, control your scouts. If not, Holland's mouth won't be your biggest problem."
Holland, who was pretending to examine his nails, looked up with a theatrical gasp. "Captain, you wound me. I'm everyone's biggest problem."
Akriel exhaled through her nose, clearly restraining herself. "I'll… discipline them. But you should know that Star Race Warriors don't take humiliation lightly. If one of mine challenges yours, I can not stop them."
Akriel wasn't just smoothing things over—she was staking out the Star Race's boundaries. Her scouts might obey her for now, but pride was a battlefield of its own, and Yalen knew it. The alliance would be as fragile as spun glass if either side lost face.
Yalen folded his arms, studying her with that mix of curiosity and caution he always carried. He then thought about the factions recruiting the young one in a month and then got a splendid idea. "How about this, the people who want to challenge Darya and Holland can, there also two more people in the ship, but they are our medical team, now... the mention of the alliance, why don't we hold up a competition between our races young ones a month from now, it's a good way to make alliances without any...problems and the young ones can make connections with one another."
Akriel nodded at his idea. It wasn't bad. "Do you have the authority to represent your race, though?"
Yalen chuckled. "I mean, a few people on my planet can't stop me. They can try if they can, but my sister has that authority, so it is really not that hard to representmy race."
"I see, then who won the race?." Akriel tilted her head while asking the question.