12 New Human Specie (1/2)

The fox-eared, fox-tailed tailed humans stood up at the sound of Ivan's voice. He watched as their ears twitched and already knew that the appendages were definitely a part of their body.

Mazur barely spared a glance toward their appearance before commenting, ”Actually, the greater mystery is that why throughout the galaxies we know, the evolution into humanity recurs so often. Compared to that, something like strange ears and a tail are nothing.”

Ivan wanted to rebuff Mazur, but before he got the chance, the group of fox humans knelt before him and cried out in their strange language. Ivan didn't know what they were saying, but he understood they were pleading to him for something. Some of them even grabbed onto the corner of his clothes desperately, but the eel skin savagely cut open their hands and caused those people to retreat in fear and pain.

At the rear of the group, Ivan spotted a young malnourished girl about 13 years old, her unkempt hair a tangled mess extending halfway down her back. She was dressed in rags so dirty the original color could no longer be seen. She appeared to have been in a lot of conflicts as bandages stained in old blood could be seen on her body. A large circular hole had also been made on the side of one of her ears, causing the tip of the fox-ear to droop slightly.

The girl had amber eyes devoid of emotion, to the point where she appeared almost lifeless. What Ivan interesting him the most was how she was secluding from the rest of the group. They would look at her in scorn, some even called her 'kivsharr', something which seemed to be an insult.

Ivan walked toward the malnourished fox-girl slowly, the crowd of beggers rapidly parting in fear of being cut up just by touching his armor. The fox-girl, seeing Ivan walking over, calmly stared back without fear.

Ivan's perception was far greater than what the girl realized. He could see the dagger clenched in her hand behind her back clear as day. Her knuckles whitened around the handle of the blade as Ivan stopped in front of her and squatted slightly to match her height.

Stretching out a hand, he pinched the non-resistant girl's chin and moved he head from side to side to inspect her condition. The girl finally became aggressive, whether it was out of fear or desperation, and brought forth the knife to stab Ivan in the neck.

Ivan was completely prepared for this and releasing the girl's chin, shifted deeper in the fourth dimension. The girl threw her weight behind the dagger, but rather than stabbing Ivan in the neck as she intended, the attack passed straight though him. The lack of expected resistance caused the girl to lose her balance and stumble forward, falling through Ivan's body as if there was nothing there.

”Kivsharr!” Several people in the crowd cursed and spat on the ground before looking toward Ivan in fear and prostrated on the ground seeking forgiveness.

Ivan ignored the group of people as he heard the sound of running footsteps coming from between the trees. He wasn't sure what was going on but the group of people prostrated began to quiver in terror.

A group of five fox-men wielding strange automatic rifles and wearing a military uniform charged out of the surrounding trees. Perhaps it was a trait of these human specie, but they were incredibly agile and ran as fast as leopards.

The soldiers saw the Poseidon first and were completely stunned at its size. The spaceship towered above the trees which led both the refugees and the soldiers chasing them here, but they were all stunned by the sheer size of it once up close.

Ivan and Mazur were soon spotted, and while Ivan looked somewhat similar to them, Mazur, who was covered in silver fur and had a cat face, was completely alien.

”Masvir ruyat lemu!” One soldier shouted as the group nervously aimed their guns at the two.

”I assume they want us to surrender,” Mazur commented wistfully. ”It appears we are inside a country in a state of war.”

”If we surrender or let them go, our position will be exposed. We can only kill them.”

”Our ship is too big and doesn't have a cloaking device, we will be detected sooner or later anyway.”

Ivan and Mazur's nonchalant ethereal voices unsettle the fox-men soldiers, and after several shouts, they opened fire. Ivan felt nostalgic seeing conventional assault rifles once again and stood still as the bullets passed through his body like he was an illusory image, completely unable to touch him.

The little fox girl who had vanished from Ivan's side as the soldiers arrived, appeared like a ghost beside one of the soldiers and stabbed her dagger through his eye, instantly killing him. She was ruthless as she grabbed his gun and instantly shot another soldier through the head.

The three remaining soldiers hadn't noticed this as they stared in horror at Ivan who was impervious to their bullets. Ivan walked toward them and when he was within five meters from one of them, spear shadow appeared momentarily between Ivan and the soldier before piercing through the soldier and shredding his body into two mangled pieces.

Blood and pieces of organs flew out of the soldier instantly became a corpse, and a silence fell upon the battlefield as everyone apart from Mazur was stunned.

As it was only a single face of Ivan's four-dimensional body which could manifest on the three-dimensional plane, that single face was naturally unable to hold the four-dimensional eel tooth spear. This didn't stop him however from using it to stab at the three-dimensional plane with his full body.

Within five meters of his body, he could undetectably strike with this lethal attack, the spear tip capable of tearing apart all three-dimensional matter.

The two remaining soldiers became terrified and tried to run away while randomly firing back, but Ivan didn't give them the chance to escape. He ran far quicker than the soldiers and an instant later, two more spear shadows flashed by and tore them into pieces.

When Ivan turned around, he saw the little malnourished fox-girl, she was also trembling in fear while aiming at Ivan with the assault rifle in her hands. The crowd that had prostrated to Ivan fled in fear, the only ones to remain being the fox-people hit by stray bullets and had now become corpses.