With that, Hurijaa bounced forward, her ass shaking with her as she did so.
Julian quickly ran to her side, acting the role of a bodyguard.
"You know," Julian said. "For the ruler of a planet, I find you reckless."
Hurijaa gave out a cute smile.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why would you even fight? What if you get killed?"
Hurijaa smiled, and just then her heavy breasts lifted up a bit, vibrating like they had been shaken.
Julian wasn't missing anything. He stared, his eyes wide open, catching every single detail.
Back then, when he had slid it open, it didn't even look as inviting as this. Right now, as they walked, it seemed unreal.
"I'm just a simple being, I guess," Hurijaa replied to Julian, who almost burst out laughing.
A simple being? Yeah, right!
A simple being that would gladly fuck a stranger from another planet. That was what she called simple.
The walk to where the action was taking place wasn't more than five steps from where they had earlier stayed.
They had stayed at a corner, actually. That was how it felt compared to the battlefield. And that was why they had been safer and unnoticed, even when a bomb headed their way.
The large-breasted alien commander seemed to be untouchable, and so, with each swerve of her sword, it slit a throat.
From the way she moved, she didn't even stress herself.
Julian was thinking that she would be like:
'Oh, quite easy for me.'
It was easy for her though, but not for the Imperium's fighters who were now reduced to half.
Well, they retaliated though, also killing many of the Seisymyian soldiers, but not enough to reduce them by half.
Julian made his helmet come on now, and even Empress Hurijaa clicked a small button by the side of her head to make a helmet cover her face.
The fight hadn't been that thrilling—or so Julian thought. Now, he was keen on making it interesting.
With the gravity manipulation power he had, he literally didn't need a sword. He could just come in as some demi-god and show them who's boss.
But then, that would cause trouble, he was sure. They would certainly be triggered by such magnitude of power and send more soldiers in spaceships to come attack him—even send a more powerful commander who could possibly burn the planet.
So using his powers here, he had to use them with caution.
And that would mean not using them at all for the beginning of the battle, and when he had killed almost all the soldiers, he would be -
Chaos!
But for now, they would have to blend in with the other Seisymyians and fight.
Hurijaa brandished her sword in the air as they stepped into the war zone.
Julian didn't bother showing off.
Thrttchhkk!
Errrthhhhcch!
Summoning the Costral sword and holding it in his left hand, he brutally sliced the neck of one of the Imperium's soldiers.
He was tempted to quickly crouch and pick some fragments, but then, heard—unconsciously, or just maybe it was another superpower—a sword heading for his neck. He briskly swerved his body to the right and then, almost steeling himself with the wind, he balanced and ducked, rolling on the ground and quickly getting up. He was pressing the neck of the soldier who had sent the large, heavy, and very sharp sword toward him.
About a split second into the act, his victim's neck had been brutally crushed.
And so, that was the reason for the sounds:
Thrttchhkk!
And
Errrthhhhcch!
The first for the slicing of the neck and the other for the crushing of the bone.
Julian didn't stop there though. The fragments would wait. He had many planetary invasion aliens to deal with (ripping them apart).
He laced his fists and drove it into the face of an incoming soldier who was ready to cascade into him.
The blow seemed to give the alien being a seizure, and before it began the act, Julian wasted no time.
There was something that looked like a man's Adam's apple by the alien's throat.
Julian only pinched and pulled away a bit.
He just couldn't imagine how much pain the alien soldier would be in. He could guess by the way, as he was assured that it was the most painful way to die at this moment.
He caught a glimpse of the alien soldier holding his neck and trying to breathe as blood, black with a mix of grey and light red, came out of his mouth.
Julian yet again didn't give a fuck whatsoever.
Him dying was none of his business, and odd enough, he took pleasure in watching them die.
He suddenly pounced on his next victims, taking no pity at all on them.
Hurijaa was fighting too. The sword she was using gave her a great advantage though.
When slaying her opponents, she didn't have to make much effort in hitting them. Instead of putting in effort and breathing hard and stuff like that, she just tapped on the skin of the person she wanted to kill with just little effort and:
"Uhhh!" They died.
She watched, although with interest, like it was entertaining. The way she killed them seemed like she was jogging by and picking flowers.
The alien commander was starting to notice them now. The sexy-looking commander—she was starting to notice that two of the Seisymyian soldiers were fighting like they were some demi-gods.
Before she knew what was happening, Hurijaa, without even letting Julian or the Seisymyian soldiers know, threw a very tiny bomb toward
the Imperium of Archos soldiers.
The alien commander suddenly threw herself to the right before…
Thoom!
A wind-like explosion, wiping all the soldiers to the floor.
BOOM!
A more larger explosion, killing all of the soldiers.
Julian opened his mouth in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes.
He had honestly expected this to be much harder—like when they invaded Zyros.
But then, this. Even though they had invaded
Planet Seisymy literally unprepared as it was when he warned the Empress that they attacked, they still were tough to ruffle.
And even though they lost many of their fighters, they still won, and that was all thanks to the unexpected, tiny and silent-when-launched bomb that Julian had thrown.
Forward...
It wasn't over yet.
The large-breasted alien commander was running away.