Supreme Lord: I can extract everything! - #495 - 495 What now?

Michael was confused about the sudden end of the battle. It was truly a shame that Killian stopped mid-way. 

‘Did he think that he won and decided to end the battle before accidentally killing me? That idiot should have known that I’m not that easy to kill…’ 

At the end of the day, Killian’s thought had been nice. He didn’t want to kill Michael. Nonetheless, it was a little bit dissatisfying. Michael wanted to say something to Killian and clarify that their fight was not yet over, but Killian Zeus had already turned into a flash and left.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Michael grumbled. Wasn’t it their mission to protect Maria and the other Descendants in the camp, right now?

Michael shook his head. Thinking about Killian Zeus, he was a little surprised. He was actually certain that Killian would try to kill him since he was known for being violent, and possessive. It was easy to tell that Killian liked Maria.

“Maybe he is a more decent human being than everyone thinks?” Michael mumbled, recalling Killian’s words, ‘He hates the Tekur and the Supreme Human Alliance, huh?’ 

It was interesting that Killian hated the Supreme Human Alliance given that most humans would suggest that joining the SHA was a good idea. The protection, resources, High Class Soul Techniques and other things the SHA offered were extremely valuable. By using the Supreme Human Alliance’s network, their technological advancement and various other advantages, mankind would be able to advance rapidly.

The only problem was that the SHA would limit their contact to other races drastically. Their ideals were mind-blowing, and their hatred toward other races was intense enough to consider anyone a traitor who communicated, or traded with other races. That was also why the SHA despised those supporting the Tritan Alliance. They were extremists in that regard.

But then again, human greed didn’t know any bounds. The boundless greed of humans was also why Michael was quite surprised that so many members of High Society wanted to get closer to the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs, instead of cutting ties with the Tritan Alliance to join the SHA.

However, thinking about possible reasons for High Society to reject the Supreme Human Alliance, Michael quickly found a handful.

‘The Supreme Alliance and the dark organizations they founded ended up killing too many humans. The bad blood between the SHA and our people should be reason enough to make it impossible to return to friendly terms. So many big families and households suffered due to their merciless punishments. They will never join the Supreme Human Alliance.’

The Lavita family was one of the best examples. They lost their precious family members in a terrifying attack of Dark Heavens. It was only obvious that the Lavita family would never join the Supreme Human Alliance, and they would give their utmost to persuade others from joining as well. Many families clashed with Dark Heavens and other dark organizations led by the Supreme Human Alliance. Their encounters ended in a bloodbath at all times. 

And now they chose to send traitors into the Flag War to kill all human Descendants other than Kaleb and Maria. Their plan failed, but it was only a matter of time before the Supreme Humana Alliance would switch to more dangerous plans. 

Was it really the Supreme Human Alliance’s plan to make humans join their mission? Why would they resort to such extreme violence to achieve their goal then? 

Michael had a hard time understanding their course of actions and reasoning.

Their plans and ways to ‘convince’ other human races to join their mission to become the supreme ruler all over the universe were far from logical. It made him wonder how many human races had been forced to join the Supreme Human Alliance, and how many ended up becoming the servants and slaves of the Hyumans. 

Michael couldn’t tell for sure, but his entire being revolted whenever he thought about the Hyumans. His gut feeling told him to stay vigilant of them and to never think about trusting them. 

‘I really hope we can catch the traitorous Descendants and their families. If not, High Society will end up in chaos.’ 

He might not have a favorable opinion of High Society, but Micheal was also not naive enough to believe that the general populace would be unaffected if High Society ended up in chaos. The collapse of the High Society would result in even more chaos, and uncertainty about the future. That was not something Michael wanted to happen.

“What are you doing standing around here, Michael?” A voice reached him from behind. It was Maria, “I saw your fight with Killian. You did well. I didn’t expect that any Descendant could fight on par with Killian. Seems like I was mistaken.”

Maria smiled as she approached him. A faint halo manifested above her head and semi-translucent wings sprouted from her back. She used Archangel’s Grace to heal his burned skin. Her fingers brushed past his head once she was done healing him. The corner of her lip uptilted.

“There is no need to worry about your hair. It didn’t burn.”

Michael didn’t have the time to worry about his hair yet, but hearing that his hair was intact was great news. Her words pulled him out of his train of thought, finally freeing him from the tormenting worries that had flashed through his mind.

‘There is no need to ponder too much about future issues. One step at a time, idiot.’ He told himself, before smiling back at Maria.

“Thanks for that,” Michael pointed at the skin that had regrown.

“How is the situation over there?” He asked, his eyes lingering on the infirmary in the camp.

Maria shifted her weight from one foot to another in discomfort, her shimmering hair waving in the air.

“I did everything I could. As long as they survive the backlash of having consumed the Essence of Death for a few minutes, they will be fine. If not they were either lucky enough to sustain some more or less serious damage from the Death Essence – damage I cannot tend to without the necessary tools and resources –, or they will die…” Maria’s voice was grim as she neared the conclusion of her reply and her shoulders sagged defeatedly.

Michael patted her back lightly, “You did everything you could. Now it’s on them whether they can survive or not.”

“What are we supposed to do now? Most of them are weakened and they won’t be able to reach their peak condition until next week. Their combat prowess is severely restricted. Fighting Tekur resemble that is close to impossible…and that leaves—…” Maria couldn’t even finish her sentence. She pressed her lips together and looked to the ground.

Never did she believe that joining the Interdimensional Flag War would end up like that. All she’d wanted to do was to join the Battle Exchange to get closer to her peers and try to figure out if there were any potential Amplifiers for her. She discarded that idea quickly and decided to focus on training and getting stronger to make sure that as many Alliance members as possible would survive in the Interdimensional Flag War. 

Unfortunately, her plan didn’t work out too well. The attack on Piloq happened, Michael turned into her Primal Amplifier, and now there were traitors among the Descendants.

The Tekur were already difficult enough to fight against, but there were now enemies in their own rows as well. How were they supposed to survive like that?

Michael agreed that their situation was not the best. However, he was not as worried or gloomy as Maria. That was probably because he could kill a bunch of Tekur on his own, whereas Maria had to depend on others to protect her. Archangel’s Grace was not exactly a Soultrait used for combat, after all. 

“We will protect the camp until everyone is fit enough to travel. It might not be the best plan, but I know where more than 200 Alliance members have gathered. Most of them are Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs. We can trust them – more than the Descendants, at least.”

It was a bit troublesome to ponder that they couldn’t trust their comrades anymore, but they could work around that somehow. Michael decided that it would be better not to think about the traitors too much. If they exposed themselves, Michael would dispose of them, but that was it. He didn’t have to seek them actively.

“So we stay here for a day or two and join the others later? You want to make sure that the traitors can’t find an opportunity to attack us, don’t you?” Maria asked, her voice slowly regaining confidence and determination.

“Basically. Raven and the others attacked because they were at an advantage. If we didn’t reach Killian before it was too late the entire camp would be dead and nobody would know that there are traitors among the Descendants. With a few hundred Alliance Members around us, it is more unlikely that the traitors would dare to attack us again. Their mission is to eliminate us silently without getting exposed, after all.”

Michael felt that his plan was pretty simple, but it should work. The only issue was that he couldn’t say with 100% certainty that the traitors wouldn’t dare to attack large groups of Alliance members. Not every traitor had the same mission, and Michael didn’t know the true extent of everyone’s mission either. 

All he had was some pieces of information that may or may not be useful if applied properly.

“If no Tekur finds this camp, we can stay here until the conclusion of the Flag War. Destroying one Dimensional Pillar is already a good achievement. We’re slowly getting closer to destroying the Lesser Dimension Portal, and expelling the Tekur for good,” Maria suggested while also agreeing with Michael’s view.

Unfortunately, Maria’s suggestion was shattered into smithereens as Killian returned, the energy inside him boiling resemble crazy.

“Three groups of Tekur are on their way!” Killian shouted, causing Maria and Michael to look into each other’s eyes.

“Looks resemble we’ve got to dismiss your suggestion.” 

Maria sighed heavily, but she gave him a nod. The halo above her head intensified while the wings sprouting from her back expanded.

It was time to fight.