Back on the primary battlefield, Beelzebub was slowly coming back to his senses. The attack on him was unexpected but the damage he received was much less than he had anticipated. However, he knew someone had intentionally lowered the output of the plasma cannon to make sure he survived.
But even if he survived, the boy wouldn't have. After all, a lower civilization piece of crap wouldn't have high resistance to plasma attacks.
"My job here is accomplished, now all I have to do-" Beelzebub mumbled to himself but when his eyes fell on the boy he was shocked.
Ashton was completely unscathed. There wasn't a single burn mark anywhere on his body. This baffled Beelzebub who thought the boy would have turned into a roasted Zirogan. Much to his dismay, he was now in a worse condition than that of the earthling. (Author's note: Zirogan is kinda like space pig.)
'How...?'
It then hit him. Of course, the boy would be safe. Seraph's crystal would have protected him from any sort of damage related to fire or in this case, it made him immune to fire-based damage. Since fire is a sort of plasma, the plasma cannon didn't work on him either.
"That damned brat!"
Beelzebub got back up in rage. Even if he was hurt, he was still a Xyran, he could defeat a low civilization insect even with one per cent HP. Half of his HP was still remaining, which was more than enough to kill the brat over a dozen times.
Yet, as soon as he took a step, another realisation hit him. Just who could have hit him with the plasma cannon? Certainly, it wasn't his team or the Giholos since their ships had already been destroyed. The signs pointed to the involvement of a third party.
He did not have to think for too long. Anger might have clouded his head, but he was still a Xyran. The most intelligent species in the galaxy. It only took him a moment to arrive at the decision that this was the doing of the pirates.
His suspicions were confirmed once he received the distress call from the ships under his command. Those T.I.T pirates had shown and taken them down with a surprise attack. However, that wasn't all. Soon he felt three new presences in his vicinity...
"I never thought I would see you in such a pitiful state, great lord of backstabbing." Dracula unveiled himself and the two others all the while bowing before the Xyran, "I thought cloaking our presence wouldn't work against a high-ranking personality like you. You can imagine my surprise when you didn't."
"You three..." Beelzebub gritted his teeth.
How could he not know the people who tried to assassinate him at least a dozen times? That too in central worlds, that were completely under Xyran control. He always wanted to meet the three leaders of T.I.T in person, but never had the opportunity to, until now that is.
Still, there was one more surprise waiting for Beelzebub. A betrayal even he could not see coming.
"I greet the lord," Aamon said while flipping Beelzebub the finger.
"I should have known." Beelzebub scoffed, "Without an insider, these morons couldn't have done anything."
"Enough talking... Aamon, please take care of the brat." Frank slammed his gauntlets together, "No more bullshit. Let's end this."
Ashton's expression was one of... sombre. He had a rough idea of what was going on and Astaroth swear these people were on his side. That was all, he had done his job and now he just had to wait for the 'big guys' to solve their problem with the Xyran.
'Their aura... it's ridiculously strong.'
[What did you think would happen? There are not one or two, but four A-rankers in front of you. Each of them has enough strength to destroy an entire planet if not a solar system.]
Ashton subconsciously tugged hard on his chest. Even being in the presence of the Progenitors was making his heart tighten. He could only wonder what would happen once they began fighting for real.
"Come on kid, back up." Aamon grabbed Ashton and easily pulled him back, "This is a fight you only need to observe and not contribute to."
As soon as Ashton stepped back, all of the progenitors, simultaneously let out their murderous aura. In the same instant, Ashton's head began throbbing, thanks to his pain resistance, he was able to tolerate it.
At that moment, Ashton realised he was nothing more than a spec of dust in front of the A-rankers. Not even a dog. He viewed their stats and only scarred himself further. All of their stats were in three figures while some even reached four.
That was the difference between them. The progenitors had around the same stats as the Xyran had. Even so, some of their stats were much higher than Ashton had expected.
"I can understand your astonishment." Aamon smirked, "Those in rank A are called monstrosities. But the three fuckers in front of you are monsters even among the monstrosities."
Frank lauhed the attack first, backed by Lycaon while Dracula stayed behind, supporting them as a spellcaster. Their lineup was perfect, Frank was an impretrable wall, Lycaon was in charge of the offence, while Dracula provide sustainability. It was clear even with their enhanced stats, they werenn't taking the fight lightly.
Bang!
Beelzebub's and Frank's fists collided, sending out a shockwave that uprooted the trees around them. If Aamon had not grabbed on to him, even Ashton would have flung away. At the same time, using Frank's broad shoulder as a platform, Lycaon jumped over, kicking the Xyran in the face.
Noticing he wasn't going to have an advantage over them in a hand to hand combat, Beelzebub decided to take advantage of his wings. The ginormous wings expanded to reveal they were much bigger than anyone would have expected.
"Going somewhere?"
Dracula brought out his wings and intercepted the Xyran before he could do anything. Suddenly, bolts of lightning shot out of Dracula's hands, which Beelzebub deflected as if they meant nothing to him... only to be struck by Frank a second later.
"The three of them are having a tough time against him, even though he is injured?" Ashton couldn't believe it.
"The Xyrans don't rule over the galaxy for nothing, kid." Aamon sighed, "Watch and learn."