Chapter 695
Chapter 695
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 695
Chapter Title: 0695 - 695.
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 695
Chapter Title: Vanguard - Alien Invasion
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“You know English, right? If you don’t want to die, stay still.”
“Bargak, gagakrak...!”
Prince Kukukarak of Braktasia spoke in a grave tone. It wasn’t directed at me. He was talking to the other Braktasians around us. I had no idea what it meant, but I could tell he was scheming something. I swung my sword and sliced off his right ear.
“Krkakakakaka!”
Kukukarak’s scream was quickly drowned out by the clamor of battle.
The people who’d followed me were holding their own just fine, but the moment I’d nabbed the Braktasia prince first, their morale had tanked. They had no choice but to keep an eye on me now.
‘I can’t just stand around watching.’
I gripped a gun in my other hand and started unloading the trigger. Pew—a faint popping sound, and a laser beam lanced from the muzzle, punching straight through a Braktasian’s skull. My Shooting trait was kicking in at full power.
The fight was over in less than a minute. We had some wounded among our group, but no deaths. The ambush had landed perfectly, and my covering fire had sealed the deal.
“It went just like we planned.”
Raysi’s father—my father-in-law—approached me. The look in his eyes as he stared at Kukukarak was colder than any killer’s glare. He’d made a pact with Kukukarak and betrayed humanity, only to get stabbed in the back by the prince himself. If I gave the word, he’d rip the guy to shreds on the spot.
“We can’t kill this one.”
“I know. If he dies, we’re all dead too.”
We’d seized the command center, sure, but we were still smack in the middle of enemy turf. The invasion wasn’t over either. No way were these guys with tech way beyond Earth’s just gonna roll over because their commander bit it. Earth was probably still fighting tooth and nail. A quick glance at the monitors in the command center gave a rough read on the situation back home.
“Father-in-law. Buy us as much time as you can here.”
“Hmph... Honestly? I’m worried. What if they go berserk and snipe us, or just bomb this whole place to hell?”
“This is the command center in the royal palace. It’s built to be untouchable by bombs or snipers from the get-go. One of the safest spots on the entire planet Braktania. The real worry is them storming in... but with the prince still breathing, they won’t dare get reckless.”
The Braktasia prince was more popular than the king himself. And Braktasia was an absolute monarchy to boot. Turn this into a hostage standoff via the prince, and they’re powerless.
“Please. Ten hours. Hell, half that works. Just stall them.”
“Fine. You...”
“Stick to the plan—sabotage ops. This alone doesn’t lock in Earth’s win. We need more footage of me doing my thing. And we’ve gotta snag some Braktasia tech too.”
“The more footage, the better. But how’re you gonna film it? Taking someone along?”
“Cameras everywhere. We can review from the command center. Grab the files before we head back to Earth.”
I explained fast, then fished a remote-looking thing from the prince’s pocket. This was the key. Only the king and prince had one. I used it to trigger the secret passage.
“Watch yourself. I’ll scrape up time however I can, but if you go down, we’re all toast.”
“Just hold the line.”
I stepped onto the secret passage floor.
“You morons! You really think you’ll walk away from this? It’s not too late! Drop your weapons and surrender to me! I’ll let you live!”
Kukukarak’s thin, grating voice echoed. Not a soul among us bought it. If anything, it just pissed us off more.
“Shut your trap!”
Thwack!
A fist connected, and he went quiet.
“Yu-jin! Be careful!”
“Catch you in a few hours, Raysi.”
Whirrrrr.
The floor slid into motion, speeding away. The passage led straight to the king’s quarters. The Braktasia king could use it too, so he had to go first.
The passage wall ground open. Thirty royal guards, king included, were lying in wait. Right on cue—they’d cooked up a plan to retake the command center through here.
“Gobak! Toshitein!”
They bellowed at me.
I plunged into the heart of them, sword whipping out in all directions. Red blood sprayed.
Laser guns or not, the mechanics didn’t change. You still had to aim the barrel and pull the trigger. My job? Drop them faster than they could blink.
A subtle blade danced. They wore fancy combat suits, but my sword was too quick for them to track.
It carved through them without pause.
“Kyrgekak! Jarback!”
The crowned Braktasian—the king—yelled something. His terrified face screamed pleas for mercy.
‘No reason to let him live. Taking him out just makes the hostage prince even more valuable.’
Golden crown flashing, I cleaved his head clean in two. I snatched the secret passage remote from his corpse and stomped it to bits. Now it was mine alone.
Boom. Thud. Boom!
Vibrations and noise from beyond the door. Heading this way.
‘Combat bots, obviously.’
Tough customers—best to dodge. Good thing this was the palace; they wouldn’t swarm me like wild animals.
I cracked the window and leaped out. Ten meters or more drop, but my body could take it easy.
Thud.
Perched on the roof, I glanced skyward. Braktasia fighters and their fleet streaked upward. Dead center: a warp gate ripped open like the Red Sea. That’s their path to Earth.
‘Destroy that gate, and I need to hit the three warp cores inside the palace.’
I’d mapped the cores already. Dropped to the ground and bolted. Any Braktasian in my path got a laser to the face.
‘First core: palace east wing power room.’
Jetpack foes dive-bombing from above—I picked them off with the gun and slipped inside. Guard bots lit up red, locking on.
“Chow down on these.”
From the magic pouch, prepped bombs flew. I bailed. KA-BOOM! Chunks of the power room vaporized. Bots shattered, wreckage everywhere. Splattered Braktasian bits too.
‘“State-of-the-art” bombs—decent punch.’
Dashed deeper. There: deepest in, a blue-glowing warp core. Right hand locked on sword hilt, full wind-up hurl. Thunk! Dead center. The core went dark.
‘No boom? Huh.’
Yanked the sword free and bolted. Hundreds of Braktasians boxed me in. One atop a bot jabbed a finger my way—fancy uniform, cape screaming high rank.
“Kingslayer! Drop your weapon and surrender!”
Voice was shrill. Female.
‘Hold up. Their gear’s all... different.’
Flashier. Neater.
‘No way. All-female squad?’
I furrowed my brow. Pussy voices echoed from every direction.
‘Didn’t work on dogs or cats... but these have smarts beyond humans?’
Either way, if it worked, great for me.
“Pussies!”
I threw my arms wide to the crowd.
Every pussy locked onto me.
“Climax!”
Pussies wailed in lewd unison as they came. The female Braktasians shuddered mid-charge to kill me. One orgasm wasn’t enough to drop them.
“Climax again! And again!”
Pssshhh. Spurt.
They gushed pussy juice in sync. Legs buckled; they crumpled. I kept commanding climaxes until not one female Braktasian stood before me.
Tsk.
I grimaced and pressed on. A weird stench hung in the air from every side. Straight from their pussies. Nothing like human scent—more like rotting garbage. Made my stomach turn; no arousal there.
“Y-you Earthling...! What the hell did you do to us...!”
Their commander-looking Braktasian leveled a shaky gun at me. I kicked it flying far off.
I stared her down. Her pussy was screaming for a pounding.
“No chance.”
Braktasians looked like gray-skinned goblins. Couldn’t tell cock from cunt by sight. And that body stink? Vile. Weak stomach would’ve puked on the spot.
“Ah, fuck. Bitch pissed herself too.”
I raised my sword.
“Y-you’ll pay dearly...!”
Her final words.
Slash!
Head tumbled across the bot. Leaderless, it thrashed its long arms wild. Caught some other Braktasians in the frenzy, but it didn’t stop. I weaved and ran.
???
Slipping through shadows on the sly, a Braktasian’s bellow cut through.
“Earthling! Release Prince Kukukarak! Let him go, and we guarantee your safety!”
English, out of nowhere. Negotiating with the command center crew.
Speakers blared everywhere next—father-in-law’s voice booming.
“Big talk from you. You stabbed us in the back first. Why should we trust you again?”
“......What do you want? I’ll meet it as best I can.”
“First: our comrades in the underground prison. Bring ‘em. If they’re scratched even a little, no promises on your prince’s neck.”
“Got it. Safe delivery.”
“Next: we wanna go home to Earth. Prep a warp gate.”
“...That’s...”
“Guess you don’t care about the prince.”
“Fine. We’ll prep it.”
“Last: a real apology. On your knees, heads bowed, sincere.”
“Y-you fucking... Earthling scum...!”
“What? Prince is fair game?”
“Sorry! We’re sorry!”
Stalling like champs, just as I’d asked.
???
Second warp core: military base, palace west wing. Fittingly locked down tight—word of the first core’s end had them on edge.
‘Stealth entry? No dice.’
‘Frontal assault? Suicide. Bombs ain’t endless, stamina’s finite. They kamikaze? I’m fucked.’
‘Gotta be another way...’
Magic pouch: out came a white birdcage. Black smoke roiling inside. Black flames from certain angles.
“Nightmare.”
Dorothy’s sealed nightmare. Meant to kill it back on Earth, but packed it as backup.
“...Brought me to a real party spot.”
Its creepy voice slithered out.
“Nightmare. Cutting the chatter. Contract with me.”
“Kekeke. Seal me on a whim, now you need juice? Sure. Spill it.”
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