Chapter 937: Regression

Chapter 937: Regression



A fuming corpse lay before Lieutenant Dyester. Its fur had burned, turning into foul smoke, and its charred skin still released sizzling noises. He had long since gotten used to that stench, but his grim expression never failed to appear.

Lieutenant Dyester ignored the corpse and looked to his left. Some Scalqa were still dealing with the dog-like monsters, wielding weapons, chaos-enhanced spears, or using their bare hands. A few injuries crossed his vision, but nothing serious. Also, the pack was basically wiped out. Only a few creatures separated the army from another victory.

Then, Lieutenant Dyester glanced to his right. More Scalqa appeared in his vision, but he focused on the smaller human figures. The kids were doing alright, without a single wound on their bodies. They looked exhausted but fine, mainly due to the calm, evolved warrior behind them.

The Lieutenant's grim expression darkened when he looked at the depths of the battlefield. Some Scalqa lingered there, but the figure at its bottom, sitting on a pile of corpses, claimed his attention. Khan was casually resting among a hill of blood and gore, his gaze lost on the horizon.

A whole month had passed since the army's arrival on the planet, and much had already changed, especially the people. The battlefield's struggles were famous for forging soldiers, and Senerth was no different. The battles didn't happen every day but were frequent enough to show their results.

The Scalqa were mostly fine. They had never experienced such large-scale battles but were no strangers to life-and-death situations. Lieutenant Dyester's training and massive frame also gave them an advantage over the smaller monsters, making them excel on the battlefield.

After a few initial casualties, the Scalqa adapted to those new battles, improving their performance every day. They had long since started to act like a proper army, too, maximizing their training and innate strengths.

The kids had also changed. Moses had heavy responsibilities weighing on his shoulders and fought as if trying to be worthy of them. His victory in the tournament didn't come from luck, and Senerth's monsters paid a steep price to learn that. In that month, he had become the leader of the young warriors, and even the entitled Prince seemed to listen to him.

As for Prince Richard, Lieutenant Dyester had initially thought he would have to be his nanny. Yet, Khan's trauma had worked wonders, and the battlefield's cruelty evolved that aspect, transforming it into something valuable.

The humbling experiences had shed away Prince Richard's past arrogance, making room for a tinge of wisdom. He theoretically was the strongest and most educated of the trio, and that incredible foundation was finally starting to show.

Meanwhile, Roger was still slightly behind his two brothers-in-arms, albeit his strange element took part of the blame. The young warrior had yet to figure out how to wield the scarlet sparks, but the battlefield forced him to rely on them more often. Among the three kids, he had the potential to benefit the most from the war.

Of course, the trio didn't face the same danger as the rest of the army. Their inexperience flawed their superior techniques and education, and the same went for their overall level. They would die on the frontline, so Lieutenant Dyester placed them in relatively safer positions.

Also, Bruno was always with the three kids. He only cared about Prince Richard, but his presence did save them more than once. He had orders to act only when the situation demanded it, and the chaos of the battlefield never made him wait too long.

Lieutenant Dyester had to admit the battlefield had changed him, too. His experience differed from his companions since he was no stranger to those environments. He had basically slipped back into his old skin, abandoning his loud reprimands and acting as a proper leader. Surprisingly, he even drank far less.

Nevertheless, Lieutenant Dyester knew who experienced the greatest change, and he was looking at him. Khan seemed to have regressed, distancing himself from his companions and the world altogether. He rarely spoke, often relying on simple looks to convey complicated orders.

Lieutenant Dyester couldn't possibly know that version of Khan had already existed. Actually, it felt strangely familiar to the Scalqa. That was what he had become while being stranded on Baoway before the duties of civilization brought him back.

battles.

Luckily, the whole quadrant was barren, only featuring weak packs. Khan had chosen it for that purpose, so each battle had been relatively easy. Soon, the outpost could expand to the entire quadrant, but the idea had its share of issues.

A larger area was harder to defend, especially with limited troops. It was also bound to attract more distant threats, mainly since corpses kept accumulating. Each battle made the outpost more appealing for those hungry beasts, and real solutions simply didn't exist.

The Leviathan had no shortage of turrets and other defensive equipment, and more could arrive from Baoway. Yet, Khan needed real security before moving to a different quadrant, and only the scientists could help him there.

Khan landed before the scientific warehouse, diving into it. Garret was in charge of the place, followed by a team of scientists coordinating with the Leviathan above. The area had all kinds of equipment, and multiple monsters lay dead on its many interactive desks. Still, Khan ignored the scientists and gore, heading for a larger interactive desk featuring a holographic picture of Senerth. A small red dot shone among the blue light, too small to be of

any relevance to the whole planet.

'This is too slow,' Khan cursed.

"Prince Khan!" Garret called when he spotted Khan. "Congratulations on another victory.

Your performance was spectacular, as always."

Khan glanced at the scientist but quickly refocused on the planet. He wanted to accelerate the expansion but didn't know how without sacrificing his troops' safety.

'I should start hunting alone at night,' Khan considered, but the scientist didn't leave him

alone with his thoughts.

"Prince," Garret called again, approaching the interactive desk with the hologram and

lowering his voice. "We completed that side project I told you about."

"The pheromone?" Khan asked, finally speaking.

"Indeed, Prince Khan," Garret confirmed. "These creatures are formidable but simple. We are

ready to attract every remaining pack in the quadrant at your command."