Chapter 506: Immortals Versus Dark Ones (2/2)

Seeing the humans' imminent defeat, Turbolix switched his allegiance to Patroclus in order to survive. Although his action was viewed as apostasy in the eyes of other human soldiers—mostly those from older generations—he was convinced that that was the only option for him. Time had changed and so should the humans. If the humans were stuck in their old mindset, refusing the gift of the new era based on old and tiring dogma, the human race would never be able to advance.

Turbolix was confident that he had done the right thing. Unlike his old and bitter human counterparts, he was forward thinking and adaptive. The conviction had lent him ignorance to the sufferings of the humans around him. The only price he had to pay was a worm-like Zerg that bore into his chest, living symbiotically with him.

Kun was a high-level dark one. Although he looked and acted like a human, he had nothing to do with the human race. Having received the enlightenment from his divine lord Patroclus, Turbolix looked down upon the primitive Zergs, including the dark ones. On the other hand, the dark ones firmly believed that they were the purest and the noblest blood in the Zerg world, and they held the same contempt towards the hybrid immortals, such as Turbolix.

Despite the differences, Kun and Turbolix treated each other with courtesy, just like the humans would.

Turbolix was a typical immortal, and therefore, his taste was akin to that of a human. He was worried that Kun, the dark one, would prepare a table full of disgusting Zerg ”delicacies.” However, when he sat down by the dining table, he realized that the meals were all human food.

”Mr. Turbolix, how does everything taste so far? ”

”Impressive! You have done a lot of research into human taste buds, haha!”

”Yes, I have a little,” Kun said with a satisfying smile. Knowledge of humans' fine culture and customs was considered a status symbol for high-class dark ones.

Kun clapped his wings together, willing the servants to bring out two naked girls. Both of the girls were slim in the waist and curvy at the top and bottom, typical beauty standards for a human taste. Kun was not aroused by the girls' appearances in the slightest. To him, these girls looked like aliens would to a human.

”Come to tend to my guest. Otherwise...”

The two girls didn't dare speak a word and hurried to Turbolix's side. Their bouncing bosom ignited the fire in between Turbolix's legs.

What was the point of becoming an immortal? To enjoy life.

Turbolix held one of the girls' chin and picked it up. ”Come babes, my little friend needs some love.”

The girl paused and wasn't sure what to do, so she looked to the other girl. When she turned her head back, she bent down and started to unbuckle Turbolix's trousers.

Turbolix snatched the girl's hand and moved it up along his body until it reached his chest.

”My little friend is here.”

Turbolix ripped his shirt open, revealing a big, ugly scar, which suddenly burst open to reveal a scaly and ragged looking monster that slithered out of the wound, its mouth wide open. The girl screamed and jumped back, tripping over herself and falling to the ground.

A lighting ball appeared in Kun's hand. The girl's behavior was uncouth, and punishment was needed.

”Mayor Kun, it's fine. Come now babes, he likes fresh meat, but brains are his favorite.” Seeing the girls' pale faces, Turbolix burst out laughing, ”I was just kidding! Come to feed him, and then I can start eating as well.”

The two girls walked to the monster reluctantly, and then fed it a piece of rare steak with trembling fingers. The vile thing devoured the meat with a satisfying wet croak, then it slithered back into Turbolix's chest and disappeared.

After the feast, Turbolix held a meeting with Kun, which ended with a heated debate.

”My lord, how was your meeting with Kun?”

”Hehe, those dark ones are idiots! They refuse to join us, but agreed to lend us some of the Zerglings. We need to act quickly, our Lord is waiting.”

”Yes, my lord.”

Turbolix was sent to hunt down a person who should have been dead. He disliked the mission since he was convinced that Patroclus had overestimated the strength of a dead person. However, he knew where Patroclus was coming from. After all, Patroclus' only defeat was at the hand of this individual.