Chapter 493

Commander Crik was watching the planet Liastea from the window of his office while showing an annoyed expression. His arms were crossed, and he had been tapping his right feet on the floor for the last ten minutes, and thanks to that, he created a small hole on the floor. Even though it wasn't his intention, he couldn't avoid it, given the circumstances and his strength.

Commander Crik's body was covered in a layer of mithril, and that was why his body was utterly light blue. Unlike any other soldier who managed to survive the procedure of implanting organic mithril on their bodies, he decided to change ninety percent of it, just to become much stronger than once was. Thanks to that, he became much stronger than any and eventually reached the seat of the commander of his people. Many called him insane when he decided to customize his body to that extent. After all, the survival rate of the procedure was only thirty percent, and that was the soldiers only changed half of their bodies.

None of his people would ever become stronger than him, but he had to pay the price for changing every single thing aside from his brain, heart, and veins for the organic mithril. He couldn't taste any food. He couldn't smell anything either. His sense of touch was weak, and he could only 'see' people, thanks to Mana Dominion. Thanks to all that, he didn't see the massive crater his soldier just caused on that planet, even though he gave the order.

The door of his office suddenly opened, and one of his soldiers suddenly appeared but didn't say anything. He was waiting to receive his orders. The soldier was wearing a helmet made of mithril like the ones Leon stole, but he also was using a magic cloak that covered all his body.

"The status of the battle?" Commander Crik asked.

"Sir... we lost one hundred and thirty-three soldiers and fifty more of our vehicles," The soldier hesitated for a little bit. "Our men finally saw the individual that caused problems. He resembles us but judging by his clothes. It looks like he came from a primitive planet. The individual managed to ignore the attacks of several soldiers at the same time while he also could kill several of our men in just a matter of moments... our men also said that he used the mithril he stole from us against us."

"Did you recover the footage of the battle?" Commander Crik asked.

"Yes, sir!" The soldier said, and he touched a device on his left hand and made a hologram screen made of mana appear in front of commander Crik.

The scene of Leon standing still while shooting Plasma Arrows toward all directions made Crik frown. He quickly realized that that individual was the one who made all the systems in the spaceship stop working a few days ago. He didn't know how, but it was clear in Crik's eyes that Leon was a troublesome mage.

"Did you analyze his mana and transmitted the information to all soldiers?" Commander Crik asked.

"About that... we didn't manage to collect any sample of his mana or even analyze the frequency of it," The soldier hesitated again.

"... Why?" Commander Crik asked, visibly annoyed.

"Possibly is the same reason why he doesn't appear in our radars," The soldier turned pale and begun to tremble like a leaf. " He can use and keep several spells activate at the same time... despite his appearance. He has an extremely powerful spell that can counter the effects of our technology."

"We destroyed a good part of our new home... and we didn't even manage to kill him, because of the weapons we gave to him," Commander Crik said as if he was chewing something very unpleasant. "We sacrificed hundreds of our men with that damn method, and we still failed... give the order to our soldiers rest. I will solve this problem."

"But, sir!" The soldier protested.

"You have your orders, don't make me repeat them," Commander Crik said and then turned around to observe the planet for a while longer.

Without any other choice, the soldier left Crik��s office to do his job. Crik sacrificed everything to obtain the power and the position he had. Still, he was tired of it. He has been fighting for six hundred years, and two hundred of them he spent on that spaceship traveling the cosmos and looking for a planet that could be used his people. In order to avoid the extinction of his species, Crik sacrificed himself and now lived the life of a machine. He couldn't have kids, and nothing would happen if he takes a wife.

To make matters worse, he felt stagnated in time and space. Since the moment he took the procedure to change his body and obtain power, he didn't feel any growth in the last two hundred years. He was no different than the machines in his room that made the ambient clear and warmer. Like them, Crik only had a single function; it was to command his people. And conquering that planet would be the last thing he would do before abandoning his post.

Despite all that, Crik was feeling a bit excited. His men didn't dare to spar with their commander, and even though they met several creatures crossing the cosmos pile their spaceship, they never fought against them. Crik didn't want to risk the safety of the spacecraft, and the five hundred million inside of it just get some emotion while fighting. Fortunately, he found an appropriate target to use to relieve his stress... Crik couldn't have asked for someone better. A mage that could face hundreds of his soldiers and also was getting in his way... there was no way Crik wouldn't feel excited to meet such an enemy.