Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 731  Battle With The Lankiers[Bonus Chapter!!]

"Hey, what do you take us for, fools!" he yelled, the ringing in Zeras' ear as he looked up at the lanky aliens now standing before him, their eyes flashing in red.

They had given Zeras back his vial under the condition that he would leave the area, which he agreed to, but instead, he took the vial and went to sit down.

What was that supposed to mean? Essentially, Zeras was calling them fools for having believed him.

"I don't take you for a fool..." Zeras said to them as he slowly rose to his feet under the watchful gaze of the lanky dark aliens.

"I know for a fact that you all are fools," he completed, making their eyes flash in shock. The bastard before them dared to talk back to them.

"So you asked me to leave, and I must listen to you because you gave me the vial which isn't even yours, nor was it destined to be?

And you think you're not foolish for that? How dumb are you guys, really?" Zeras asked them, and thankfully, they didn't waste any time as dark light flared through the area, a result of strange thorny whips being brought out and quickly.

RIIIIIIIIIP

RIIIIIIIIIP

RIIIIIIIIIP

The sound of whips crackling through the air resounded as three whip mouths immediately slammed towards where Zeras stood, tearing him apart, but it caught nothing but his afterimage and in the next instant.

SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIING

The sound of a katana being drawn resounded and then

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

One of the lanky figures had a sword sticking straight out of his heart, dripping down with his own pitch-black blood.

In the next instant, the two remaining instantly retreated several meters backward as their eyes widened when they saw Zeras behind one of them, his hands holding the katana slowly pulling out of the alien's chest and he swerved his blade to the side, causing the blood to splash to the side.

THUMP

Once his sword was pulled out, the corpse landed on the ground with a lifeless thump and Zeras' brooding eyes turned to the remaining two.

"YOU!" With shock, their eyes alternated between Zeras and the figure of their fallen comrade and strangely, while Zeras was expecting them to come attack him, the duo both began retreating, moving far away from Zeras instead.

They had backed out instead of wanting to seek revenge for their fallen ones.

It was something that came more than a surprise to Zeras. In one moment, the three of them were itching to fight and in the next instant, they were retreating off the corpse of one of their own?

Just how insane was that?

But he also didn't complain nor hold the matter any longer as he dipped the sword back into his katana and it dissipated from his hands before he sat back at his corner, waiting for the next test.

"Hmmm," A slight hmm, escaped Zeras' lips as he turned his head to the side and found her sitting beside him once more...

"It's you again?" Zeras called out first as Snache's smile widened even more.

"What? You don't like me around?" She asked with a beaming smile as Zeras simply looked at the slit on her forehead before taking his eyes off.

"I don't hate it, nor do I like it..." He responded to her as she giggled.

"You're still surprised by the Lankiers?" She asked him when she noticed Zeras still looking into the distance at the figures.

"You don't need to be surprised. The Lankiers are like a group of rats and they have zero sense of companionship.

One moment they will be fighting you together and in the next instant, they will abandon their own clan members once they feel their own life is at stake.

They're cowards through and through and can never be trusted..." Snache replied to him as Zeras' eyes flashed.

It was the first time he had heard of a race who lacked companionship for their own.

All his life he had been dedicated towards searching for his own race.

Every time he tried to welcome the idea, he would be immediately drawn back to it.

One could say it was a mysterious calling that wouldn't leave him alone.

But here were some people who immediately abandoned their own members since they felt Zeras was stronger than them? It was one of the most stupid yet shocking things Zeras had ever seen.

"But they can't be blamed..." Snache said as Zeras raised an eyebrow at her.

"Try placing yourself in their shoes. They knew well the battle with you would be useless and they will all be swiftly killed.

If you were in their shoes, would you have continued fighting? They did the reasonable thing, right?" Snache said to him as Zeras stared at her for a while before he took his gaze off.

"Firstly, I don't go around telling people what and what not to do, or bullying them.

But if I'm to really put them in my shoes, once I learn the enemy is stronger, I would have retreated with my clan members if the enemy had yet to attack any of us.

But if the enemy had already killed one of my own race, then I will do all I can to drag him down with me, even if he is a god that can't be defeated..." Zeras replied, though as natural as ever, his tone held incredible conviction that made Snache's eyes flash.

Convictions, such as Zeras', weren't that common among members of races.

"I almost fell for it..." Snache replied laughing, but Zeras simply shrugged and made no attempt to reaffirm her he meant every word of what he said.

Looking around the hall, he was beginning to notice that the majority of the people were disappearing away from the hall.

They weren't getting killed, they all just took their reward and left, and the sight of that made his eyebrows furrow as Zeras continued to number those remaining and figured out that there were less than 50.

"Wow, many people really just gave up, huh?" He mused silently to himself.

"The total number of people that will survive the fourth floor are very little. The chance of passing is basically less than 10%. It's just so much for a risk for some races and besides, they already obtained whatever they needed so why should they bother themselves so much."

"So why are you still here then? Why are you still climbing up?" Zeras asked her with furrowed eyebrows.

If Snache knew the majority of otherworlders who cared to climb to the fourth floor were so low, then why is she going herself? Does she not care for her life?