Chapter 17: Unexpected Message

“Who the hell cares about the grunt that made a fool of your church?!” Horn Kikon retorted. “How many members of the chain did we identify over the years and where it got us? Other they die in battle, hide or, in case of capture, the chain relocate and everything torture out of them is useless.”

“Kikon”, Archbishop Silternjan persistently said. “True, it has never been beneficial to possess the identities of the chain’s member, expect for making it easier to kill them, but this time around, if not for his speculated origin, then his identity alone worth spending all our resources for an additional kill.”

“You’re making it sound like there is a new fourth level expert in the chain.” General Logan flipped his hand and a purple bottle of some sort of drink appeared in his hand, out of his spatial ring, while six glass cups appeared on the table. He filled each cup to the brim in one motion and telekinetically disturbed five of them among the people around the table. “Who is it? I would like to know.” He took a sip of the purple liquid in his cup and asked.

Archbishop Silternjan caught the cup sent to him, held it firmly, but did not raise it to his lips, to drink. “He is not a fourth level expert.” He said with a knowing smile of what to come...

“Are you playing with us, Silternjan?” General Beking glowered, also not drinking.

“I’m certainly not.”

“Then what are you saying?” Admiral Hamumni pushed the cup away, for the meantime. She knew what beverage Admiral Logan like the most and always kept on his person. It had a distinct flavor and aroma and also possessed a mild positive effect on the soul. However, she, too, was not in the mood to drink. “Are we to utilize our powers for a third level Martial Mortal or weaker? The chain has more than ten third level Martial Mortals, maybe twenty, maybe more? Frankly, Silternjan, I’m beginning to doubt the credibility of your words, or are you still trying to pull us down with you?”

“Let him speak!” The bottom part of a cup hit the table; half the content of the purple beverage was gone. The speaker, who leaned back on his chair and chided withdrew his presence right after reminding everyone that today the forces of the church are not solitary.

“Thank you, Northstar”, Archbishop Silternjan nodded and with everyone’s attention ready to listen, he finally took a long sip and continued to clarify. “The person who stole the Galactic Communicator isn’t a third level expert, although his power not far. Let me tell you something, that person, who bypassed two Bishops and escaped myself, until a handful of years ago, wasn’t even as strong as a Peak Core Master.” He smirked from the looks of astonishment and disbelief. Subtle as they were, he knew those around him quite well and could easily distinguish their reactions. Besides, after this rate opportunity to entertaining himself on their expense, the Archbishop was aware that when everything will be done and the church will reinstate communication with the Holy Palace, His Holiness will have him undergo repentance for his shame and failure.

“That’s not funny, Silternjan.” General Logan poured a second cup down his throat, his breath smelled like sugary fruits. “By what you say, the chain had gotten an expert with an astonishing rate of cultivation. If in just a few years he reached the level of eluding you, then perhaps in a few more, a seventh fifth level Martial Mortal will be born on this planet.”

“The chain two leaders are comparable to fourth level Martial Mortal, I reckon above Beginner phase.” General Beking, “but for them to increase their battle power to that of a fifth level Martial Mortal ... they might need a thousand years, if not thousands. This says a lot about their overall talent and shows that the aboriginals of this planet are not to be taken for granted ... Is the origin of the man in question is a New Earth’s native?”

“Another one?!” Admiral Hamumni exclaimed and averted her gaze to Horn Kikon and General Logan. “Are the two of you inept? Should I myself contact your Violet Star Commander and tell him about your inability to govern your territories?! The pathway to New Earth is in the Western Continent, not in the east and not in the sea!”

“Little bitch of the seas, you have the nerve?!” Horn Kikon howled. “Should you dare slander me in the ears of Violet Star Commander, I’ll eat you!” In a fit of rage he transformed to his regal, nightmarish animalistic form of over three hundred meters long golden scaled, silver furred body, with horns, sanguine claws and ebony teeth. His shoulder up and waist down like the combination of a tiger, wolf and a bear, while his torso, shimmering gold like a four armed dragon.

“Threaten me?!” Admiral Hamumni exploded in fury. She sprang to the air and transformed, as well. Her dress torn to pieces, revealing from the waist up a body white as snow with a blue luster glittering on her seamless skin. Her white long, oceanic hair spread flowingly to all directions of the compass. She had not eyes, just a button nose and sweet lips that concealed rows tiny teeth. Her waist down was scaled blue, green and yellow, a fish’s tail with seven razor sharp fins and pearly four long tentacles.

Neither was a beast of this planet, neither was inferior to the rare Chaoyue beasts of this planet.

“Draw back!” General Beking jumped from her seat to the air, next to Admiral Hamumni whose animalistic figure was still smaller than the average person. She leered at Horn Kikon. She, Cardinal Northstar and maybe one or two Overlords, were the sole existence second to that beast.

“Kikon, it’s not time to fight!” General Logan flew in front of the giant head of the nightmarish beast.

“Move away, Logan! These lambs think they are mine, Kikon’s equals?!” He roared. “I’m Youyue!” His voice echoed to the heavens, splitting the clouds and shaking the earth.