Free Web NovelThis was Wen Yuzhi’s first time coming face-to-face with so many aliens.
These Saint Clan, each and every one with a cold expression and an icy, murderous aura, were vicious existences that outsiders avoided wherever they went. But if you looked carefully, you would find they were not that terrifying.
Some of them looked almost no different from humans—two eyes, one mouth, one nose. The only thing truly different from ordinary people was probably their eyes.
These Saint Clan all had a pair of narrow, beastlike vertical pupils.
And with eyes like that, no matter who they looked at, it gave people the feeling they were looking at prey.
Aside from that, their appearance was practically identical to humans. That was precisely why Wen Yuzhi had mistaken them for a rescue team back then.
Seeing that the teenager was interested in these Saint Clan, Alvin introduced them. “This is mimicry.”
“Mimicry?”
“Yes. High-ranking Saint Clan all have the ability to mimic other lifeforms, and we generally believe a human form is more convenient.”
After all, humans had flexible limbs.
Even the Saint Clan were not so rigid that ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) they clung stubbornly to their own way without exception. They would also absorb certain superior points from other races.
And in their eyes, the most useful thing about humans was that extremely flexible body structure—it made it convenient for them to do many things.
Wen Yuzhi immediately thought of the scene where the silver giant beast turned into a human.
So that meant...
That giant beast’s appearance was the other party’s true body, and that later human shape was just mimicry.
Wen Yuzhi blinked, understanding settling in.
But his gaze landed on the Saint Clan who were not in human form. To be honest, this group of creatures that resembled the giant beast more closely matched what he had imagined aliens would look like from the start.
“They are...?”
Wen Yuzhi did not forget what Alvin had just said: only high-ranking ones had mimicry. Then these Saint Clan who could not turn human must be...?
Alvin seemed to see the doubt in Wen Yuzhi’s heart and explained, “They are primitive kinds.”
In the entire interstellar history, the Saint Clan were an extremely ancient and mysterious disaster-level race. They originated from the earliest civilization, beings personally created by the Prosperity Mother Goddess.
From their appearance, the Saint Clan’s bodies looked like dragons: hard scales, enormous bone wings, and a tail behind them sharper than a blade.
And for that very reason—whether it was their massive size, or that indestructible armor of scales—they possessed the strength to sweep through the entire galaxy.
And within the Saint Clan, there was also a strict system of rank distinction.
Divided by function, the Saint Clan were split into Fireseed “Tas,” Silent Knights “Ged,” Commanders “Hemer,” and Royal Blood “Salilaino.”
Divided by rank, the Saint Clan were split into high-ranking kinds and primitive kinds.
At the very top of the pyramid, without a doubt, was the Royal Blood “Salilaino.” They were the Saint Clan’s rulers in the truest sense. Every Royal Blood possessed a unique innate talent, born from the golden bloodline within them.
It was said that when the Prosperity Mother Goddess created the Saint Clan, she bestowed a single drop of blood. Later, that drop became the Salilaino’s golden blood, and they were called the bloodline closest to the divine.
A Salilaino who carried that bloodline could command the clan, and the Saint Clan would follow their nature and obey the Royal Blood.
It could be said that Salilaino were born leaders. Only, that noble and rare Royal Blood had now been reduced to a single surviving bloodline—Mansendis alone.
When Alvin reached this point, Alvin paused slightly.
There was no long-winded elaboration on that part. Instead, Alvin immediately brought up the Commanders “Hemer” beneath the Royal Blood.
“Hemer” were high-ranking kinds among the Saint Clan. The greatest difference between them and the primitive kinds was that they could change forms, and they possessed independent intelligence. Within the Saint Clan, they often served in commander roles.
Alvin was a “Hemer,” and at the same time, one of Mansendis’s adjutants.
Everything beneath “Hemer” was primitive kind. In the Saint Clan language, “Ged” meant guardian, and the Silent Knights “Ged” were also an indispensable backbone of the Saint Clan.
They had rudimentary intelligence, knew how to think, and possessed an exoskeleton that could cover their entire bodies. They could tear enemies apart with ease, with terrifying killing power, and they were fearless to the point of death—exactly the kind of opponent enemies least wanted to face on a battlefield.
Last were the Fireseed “Tas,” at the very bottom of the pyramid. They were called the most loyal followers, and they were the most numerous existence among the Saint Clan, like a wildfire that could never be burned out.
Because of bloodline restrictions, their forms always remained in a beast’s primitive shape. They had no advanced intelligence and were not good at thinking. All they had was the instinct to obey orders and slaughter.
But that did not mean they could be looked down on. On the contrary, within the Saint Clan, they seemed the most inconspicuous, yet in reality, they held an extremely special position across the entire clan.
Once they gathered together, the power that formed could make even the Royal Blood wary.
By now, the Saint Clan had long since become a highly developed, tightly structured race. Every rank inside had clear responsibilities, each doing its own work.
Most crucially, the Saint Clan were also exceptionally united. Lower ranks obeyed higher ranks, and the Royal Blood Salilaino had ruled over the entire clan for the span of several civilizations.
“Really amazing,” Wen Yuzhi sighed. This world was far more miraculous than he had imagined.
In his own world, humanity had only just stepped into the universe not long ago, but here, they had already gone through several civilizations.
And while they were talking, the primitive Saint Clan ahead suddenly seemed to sense some powerful presence. They all retreated, opening up a path.
A man in a white military uniform walked over slowly. Silver-white long hair spilled down his back, and golden eyes like flawless gemstones reflected a cold, deep luster under the lights.
With each step closer, the Saint Clan standing on both sides gradually lowered their heads, silent and rigid.
There was not the slightest noisy sound. The corridor was so quiet it was frightening.
Wen Yuzhi did not know whether he should bow along with the Saint Clan. He only stood there awkwardly, watching helplessly as the silver-white man came to a stop in front of him.
And when Mansendis lifted his eyes, his attention—without a doubt—fell on what Wen Yuzhi was wearing today.
Different from that dirty little stray kitten from before, the cleaned-up human cub was obviously pale and soft. His already small-looking face was now wrapped by a fluffy collar, making it look even smaller.
...Were human cubs all this small?
Mansendis searched his memory for a moment, then frowned. Compared to other humans, he still found the cub in front of him more pleasing to the eye.
At least it did not make him feel annoyed.
Wen Yuzhi waited and waited. After a long while, Mansendis still did not speak.
The moment he arrived, he simply stood there and looked Wen Yuzhi up and down, as if there was something on Wen Yuzhi worth studying.
Wen Yuzhi was stared at until unease rose in his chest.
Alvin, however, could tell at a glance that Mansendis’s mood was not bad right now.
Mansendis’s gaze paused distinctly for two seconds when it landed on the fluffy cat ears behind the human cub. Only then did Mansendis shift his eyes away again, face calm and unreadable.
“Come with me.”
That sentence was clearly directed at Wen Yuzhi.
Wen Yuzhi did not ask where he was being taken. He obediently followed behind Mansendis.
Since he was very young, Wen Yuzhi had understood a truth deeply: in a completely unfamiliar environment, being obedient and well-behaved meant fewer troubles would come looking for you.
But sometimes, trouble still insisted on coming to him on its own.
He had barely taken two steps when Wen Yuzhi felt something brush past his feet.
He lowered his head and saw that among the bone spines swirling around Mansendis, a “traitor” had appeared without anyone noticing.
It quietly broke away from the main group, slipped to Wen Yuzhi’s feet, and rubbed intimately against the teenager’s ankle.
Th-this was...?!
Wen Yuzhi’s eyes widened in astonishment.
He instinctively looked toward Alvin. frёeωebɳovel.com
Yet Alvin’s shock at this moment was no less than Wen Yuzhi’s. Behind the lenses, those vertical pupils stared at the scene, clearly stunned. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
As one of Mansendis’s adjutants, Alvin could not possibly be unaware of how terrifying these bone spines were. They were Mansendis’s companion-born innate ability, and also the sharpest weapon on this Saint Clan ruler’s entire body.
On ordinary days, everyone had to keep a careful distance from Mansendis, for fear that a single careless moment would have these bone spines treat them as prey and grind them to death.
But now...
Watching a bone spine that had reined in its edge, moving unusually gently as it approached Wen Yuzhi, Alvin began to doubt whether the glasses had been taken by mistake before coming out.
Otherwise, how could Alvin be seeing the king’s companion-born weapon trying to cling closely to a human?
Wen Yuzhi also did not dare move recklessly.
He had not forgotten the scene where these bone spines killed that stray beast right in front of him. A stray beast that huge had been torn into scraps in an instant—one could imagine just how horrifying their destructive power was.
Before he could be sure whether these things meant goodwill or malice, Wen Yuzhi could only do his best not to anger them, obediently allowing the rubbing and nuzzling.
And the bone spine’s abnormal behavior seemed to affect the others around Mansendis as well. Just as they started to stir restlessly, Mansendis turned his head and swept them with a cold glance.
In an instant, everything fell silent. One by one, the bone spines that had been restless all “behaved.”
Mansendis’s face showed no expression.
In truth, he was not unaware of these little tricks his companion-born weapons were pulling behind his back.
He could even clearly sense the persistent desire to get close being transmitted from them.
He sank his mind and tried to perceive it, but all he could feel was the bone spines’ excited, chaotic emotions.
Before long, a sharp pain slowly rose within his mental sea. They were noisy enough to give him a headache, and he had no choice but to cut off the connection with the bone spines unilaterally.
He did not take their abnormality to heart.
And if Mansendis had been willing to wait a little more patiently, he would have discovered that behind that “wanting to get close,” there was another meaning.
Cub... close... want to get close... cub...
Only, at this moment, Mansendis had no time to deal with his companion-born weapons’ chattering.
Because the place he was bringing Wen Yuzhi to had arrived.
The cold metal wall reflected Wen Yuzhi’s figure. He lifted his head, and there, hanging above, was a doorplate—
Infirmary.
