Chapter 4：Prologue (2/2)

The topography of the planet deformed.

The non-combat inhabitants underground in hiding shook in fear, cries of children in everyplace.

As time passes more spaceships descended to the planet, the defending inhabitants dwindled.

In the last moment of the battle.

”All heavy armored units prepare for close combat!” the man in the blue armored suit roared.

”Haaaa!” bellowed by the army behind the the armored suit.

”Defend your planet!”

”Haaa!”

The blue armored suits are outnumbered by 3 to 1 but still they fought to the end.

Blood splattered on the ground, pieces of limbs, broken armors and dead bodies littered the planet. Non-combatant eliminated.

The blue armored man was very skilled in long range and close range combat, he moves in swift motion avoiding fatal injuries, firing his shoulder cannons with fearsome accuracy and swings his battle blade at breakneck speed hacking through his enemies. Mountains of bodies died in his wake. He was the last standing man in the defending army, but before he is captured he activated a device that made him vanish in an instant.

The defense was at a loss.

-Planet Acalanatha-

In the center of an unknown room a platform with two dark poles stood three meters apart, a vortex of light appeared then suddenly disappeared, a man came out.

The same blue armored suit before was tattered, metallic and hydraulic sounds hissed from the armor as it opened, a blue faced, blood colored iris, tall man, wearing a black skin tight suit surfaced, his broken armor glimmered decreased in size and became a bracelet in his left hand.

He clenched his fists ”Damn Yarramans! I will kill them all!” he yelled.

Brows frowned, he grinded his teeth, a visible grudge in his eyes.

He walked outside the room, two guards standing on either side of the door saluted the him.

In a humungous circular room, high ceilings with mural of their king.

Many colorful armored jeers for what seems to be high ranking officials in the army stood mumbling with each other.

The end of the room is elevated. In the center a big chair, seated in there, their magnificent King Magnerion, blood red eyes, white curled hair down to his shoulders, curly white beard, broad chest wearing a shiny blue furred coat, in his right hand a ring with their family crest.

Beside him stood his eldest son Excellion, 8 feet tall, crimson eyes, white short spiky hair, broad shoulders, wearing a shiny blue vest.

”Settle down!” Magnerion exclaimed. ”Report on Vastria?”

”Vastria has fallen father.” Excellion muttered.