I Became A Zompirewolf

Chapter 291 The Progenitors (1)

A few moments ago...

The sky turned dark once again. People of Livan stared at the heavens, praying to their god to save them from any more trouble. But when they saw more spaceships covering the sky, they knew their prayers weren't answered. Another fleet of new enemies presented themselves.

Once again metal pods dropped from the sky as Virgil, Sheera, Anna and everyone who could fight got ready to do so. They were expecting the worst. After all, anyone who dropped from the space couldn't be their friends as they didn't know anyone outside their planet.

The pods opened up, and unlike before when a particular species of aliens appeared in front of them, a variety of aliens entered their sights. It was peculiar, considering all of the aliens earlier dropped looked similar to each other.

These aliens, on the other hand, weren't only different, but also appeared to be a bit on the weaker side. Though Virgil knew better than to judge someone based on their appearance.

He got ready to fight the aliens, but to his and everyone else's surprise, these aliens immediately turned towards the Xyrans with their weapons ablaze.

"What is going on here?" Sheera mumbled.

"You tell me..." Virgil replied.

The Progenitors were the only ones present there to aid Ashton. Thousands of mercenaries working under them joined the fray as well. The Xyrans who were under a trance had no shot at battling it out with the mercenaries.

They were weak, while the new guests were full of energy and not to mention, had much better weapons than the ones the earthlings were using. Some of them even carried better weapons than the Xyrans themselves. The Werewolves had no idea who these people were and why they were helping them.

But they were sure as hell glad they received some help.  And so, the one-sided massacre began.

"What about their ships-" Baiter pointed out the obvious.

If it hadn't been for the continuous firing by those ships hanging over their heads, they would have attacked the Xyrans themselves. But the moment he looked at the sky, he couldn't contain his surprise.

The ships had been engaged in a battle of their own. Two entire fleets of spaceships were clashing against each other, hurling missiles and all sorts of futuristic weapons he could have only dreamed of, at each other.

Since the ships assigned to Beelzebub were strictly meant for recon missions, they did not pack quite the punch that the Progenitor's ships did. The battle was decided as soon as the T.I.T. pirates attacked the guardians of the galaxy.

The sky was lit up. The Xyrans fought bravely, but they were outclassed and outgunned. It was only a moment of time before the Xyranian ships were downed. But the loud noises of the explosions snapped the Xyrans out of Anna's trance.

They were confused, not knowing what had been going on. However, a moment later, they realised they were under attack and engaged the mercenaries with all their might.

"Shouldn't we help them?" Baiter asked Virgil as soon as the Xyrans were awake.

The battlefield was littered with the sound of explosions as the mercenaries continued their onslaught. Guns and cannons weren't the only weapons being used. Some of them were using weirdly shaped blades and hammers that were seemingly made up of what appeared to be light itself.

However, they were extremely sharp. Cutting and slicing their opponents in half with ease. Verina and Irina couldn't take their eyes off the plasma blades. For them, who had devoted their lives to mastering the art of handling the sword, the blades were like a holy grail.

"Do you think they even need our help?" Virgil replied while placing his hammer down, signalling there wasn't any need for them to join the fight, "God, I wish I had a hammer like that..."

The others followed his suit and decided to rest up a bit. Anna, however, sensed Ashton was in trouble. She began looking for him but couldn't find him anywhere. Neither could she see the alien he was fighting.

"Where's Ashton?" She frantically asked them.

To this point, all of them were so scared of fighting against the Xyrans, that the thought of Ashton had completely slipped away from their minds. But now that Anna reminded them, all of them began looking for him.

However, before they could look for long, they were greeted by a blinding light. They could feel the heat generated from that beam of light from far away. Anna had a hunch Ashton was where the light came from. Without exchanging words with anyone, she flew in the direction of the light using her wings.

It was the first time she was using them, thus she was a bit wobbly, but her body soon adapted to the changes as she rushed over to the sight of the explosion. In the meantime, Verina and Irina used [Partial Transformation] to sprout wings of their own and rushed after her. Leaving Virgil and the rest of them amazed.

"Anyone else wanna do something they shouldn't be able to?" Baiter asked, wondering if anyone else would suddenly transform into something else.

"Come on, let's get going. We should be the ones to save Ashton. After all, we are a part of his team." Renee mumbled as she gathered her weapons to race behind the girls on foot.

However, as she was doing that, a notification appeared in front of her. But it wasn't just her. Everyone around her, whether they were werewolves or vampires received the exact same notification.

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You are in the presence of your Progenitor. You will receive bonus effects.

> All stats +30%

> All abilities and skills have been upgraded by 2 grades.

> HP increased by 50%

> Mana increased by 50%

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In the presence of the progenitors... what was that supposed to mean? All of them stared at the notification in front of them. But only the elders who had lived on the planet for more than 85 years understood its meaning. After all, it wasn't the first time they had seen or heard about such a notification.

"He's here..." one such granny exclaimed, "Our lord... our god Lycaon is here to help us out of our misery!"

Their gods were there. They were back to help them out of this crisis! Well, they were a bit off the mark about it. But they were correct about one thing, the progenitors were back where they belonged.