Chaos Heir

Chapter 1423: Request

Khan took no time to reappear before the alien King and stopped a few meters from him, finally allowing a proper mutual inspection.

Except for the additional horn, the King looked no different from the scouts Khan had fought in the past. He already wore scarlet eyes despite those protuberances on his forehead being intact, but the real differences lay underneath the surface.

The conclusions George had reached through a mixture of tests and guesses were plain to see for Khan. The King naturally wielded the dense, glowing True Chaos that the scouts had harnessed only after breaking their horns.

That alien was unmistakably superior to the warriors Khan had fought, and the vastness of his existence put him several levels above them. Yet, Khan had also changed in ways he wasn’t completely aware of.

The sudden escape from the Nak’s home world and the subsequent rush to reach Earth had given Khan little to no time to absorb his gains from the white-azure sphere.

Of course, Khan’s body had finished devouring that mana, increasing his attunement, but his mind had yet to get used to his new state and the knowledge he had obtained.

Moreover, Khan had just gone through another revolutionary event. He had experienced his first nightmare-free sleep in decades merely hours ago. Khan had yet to come to terms with that victory, but the battlefield had already claimed his presence.

Khan’s only certainty was that he felt strong, stronger than he had ever been in the past.

“Look,” Khan announced, scratching his head while emotions blended with his words to speak the Nak’s language. “I just left my crazy ex-fiancée and my even crazier wife together, and I don’t know how long they can go before one kills the other.”

Khan let go of his hair to point at the sky, continuing. “I also left an impatient monster in orbit, and he won’t be as nice to this planet once he manages to come down.”

The King seemed to understand and accept Khan’s words since his scarlet irises moved to the sky before returning to his opponent.

“So, like,” Khan added, “Can we fight somewhere else? I’m going to kill you anyway. I’d just prefer to avoid turning this quadrant into a wasteland in the process.”

Khan realized something when his glowing gaze fell on his surroundings. With Aynor mostly destroyed, the quadrant mainly had white, radioactive sand left.

“Well,” Khan muttered. “More of a wasteland.”

The King’s stern expression finally broke, revealing a surprising, faint smile. Some of his sharp black teeth became visible, but the whisper-like sound that escaped his mouth obviously carried more meaningful reactions.

“[You are the being the mana appointed for godhood],” The King exclaimed. “[You failed, son of the mana].”

“I haven’t succeeded yet,” Khan corrected. “There’s a difference.”

“[There won’t be any more escapes or experiments],” The King continued. “[Our God will devour everything and reign supreme].”

“About that,” Khan said, “Do you know how or where I can meet this God of yours? I kind of need him for something.”

“[Our God is wherever his True Chaos is],” The King responded. “[I’m unworthy, but you are standing before a shard of his magnificence, son of the mana].”

Khan couldn’t help but drop part of his casual stance. The crumbles of knowledge inherited from the white-azure sphere mostly had to do with his own inclinations, but he could also come up with more solid conclusions through them.

What had happened in the Nak’s home world, the King’s existence, and his words seemed to point toward a sort of hive-mind social structure. It looked similar to what the Kros had with their spheres and what the Nak had with the mana.

However, instead of impersonal, rational processors, the True Chaos’ God wielded a proper personality with intense features. In a way, he was like Khan, standing on a superior realm without giving up on the traits that made him somewhat human.

Of course, Khan couldn’t be sure. He also didn’t know how good that was, but any piece of information helped. Still, that more serious mood forced him to address another point.

“Mister shard of magnificence,” Khan called. “I asked nicely, but it seems you misunderstood me. Mine wasn’t a request.”

The King’s faint smile froze as his left arm snapped up, barely in time to block the sudden kick that was about to land on his torso. Khan had charged forward, and his monstrous physical strength instantly displayed its power.

Major General Arngan had lifted sandstorms with his heavy blows, but Khan was a superior entity. The sand below and around the point of impact directly vanished, unable to retain a solid form under the unleashed pressure.

A circular cavity bigger than the pillars unleashed by the tactical nukes expanded under Khan and the King, leaving them in mid-air. The depths of the white desert appeared in the open, only for their color to change.

“If I ask you to move,” Khan exclaimed, purple-red fumes escaping his fingers as he pointed his left hand at the alien face. “You move.”

A blinding flash spread through the area, followed by a thunderous noise. The desert opened, cut in half by a zigzagged, fuming fissure that featured glass-like edges, revealing a retreating figure on its distant tip.

The King flew backward on his own, pushed by the unfathomable momentum gained after the clash with that instantaneous spell.

That momentum wasn’t the only thing the King gained after the clash. A diagonal cut had appeared on his chest, stretching as high as his left shoulder. Still, the injury was already releasing black smoke, healing the alien’s flesh and robe.

Nevertheless, something materialized next to the King as he worked to disperse his momentum. A single tongue of purple-red fire appeared at his side, only for a spark to flash in its liquid fabric and expand it into a raging inferno.

The flames seemed alive and angry as they chased after the King, encircling and enveloping him in their scorching, destructive gales. Sparks also ran over their liquid surfaces, but their all-melting fabric soon exploded outward.

The King reappeared in the open, glowing smoke flickering all over his figure, seemingly turning him into a gaseous existence. Yet, something heavy violently slammed on his chest, taking him by surprise and pushing him away once again.

Some of the tongues of True Chaos dispersed as the King shot backward, stopping only when his back crashed onto the city’s defensive wall.

It had only taken two attacks to make the alien cross almost half of Aynor, but he didn’t consider that point even once. He couldn’t, since something that deserved his full attention had appeared at some distance in front of him.

“King of the True Chaos,” Khan called, calmly advancing through the sand, purple-red mana still blowing out of his fingers. “Do I have to break your horns myself to make you fight seriously?”