国产性天天综合

Chapter 170: Kohli The Real Protagonist!

(Planet Calypso)

(Inner District- St Vincent’s Pleasure Palace)

The heavy scent of inexpensive perfume mixed with alcohol and drug-filled smoke permeated the air. 

Girls of all kinds of different races and species across the universe could be seen but the vast majority belonged to Mendolesa warriors.

The furniture available was sparse and the private rooms for guests only included a wooden table with some chairs and an old-fashioned mattress bed.

This was a whorehouse on the cheaper end of those in the inner district, but it was precisely for this reason that it served as a secret base for Kohli.

A week had passed since his Blackguard troop had extended the invitation to the monster living in the slums and a reply had been given.

“Sorry young master but we were unable to secure the targets,” a kneeling man spoke with a solemn tone.

Kohli frowned in displeasure as he reviewed the information sent to his communicator. 

It seems that the monster had rejected his generous offer, so naturally his men instantly attacked the hybrid in response.

But as for the result…

Well the severed heads of the Blackguard squad laying on the floor were the greatest evidence of what had occurred. 

In addition, the recording device secretly placed in the corner of the yard had been discovered as well.

The last image in its storage bank was the large fist of the hybrid beast approaching its body at a high speed.

The crime of killing a Blackguard was either death or imprisonment but the bodies were not found until several hours later and by then the monster and his assistant had fled the planet.

Kohli had attempted to track down their starship but it had apparently already left the outer regions and was headed to an unknown direction.

Finding them now would be virtually impossible unless he spent a great deal of resources.

“Forget it,” Kohli sighed and then barked out another set of orders.

“Focus your energy on covering up what just happened and make sure no one connects these dead men to me.”

“It’s unlikely that they will return to the planet after killing those Blackguards so spread a rumor that my men managed to track down and eliminate them.”

“Yes sir,” the kneeling man replied and then teleported out of the room with a casual snap of his fingers.

Kohli leaned back on the uncomfortable wooden chair and casually held with the stone tablet he had gotten from that fool John.

It had been a minor inconvenience to lose the opportunity to kill that monster, but it was hardly enough to put a damper on his joyful mood.

“You are truly my lucky star,” Kohli chuckled as the mysterious writings glowed red.

He could still feel the new energy flowing freely through his body and knew that his life had now changed forever.

This stone tablet could transfer the qi energy from one cultivator to another, forcibly raising an individual’s cultivation level at the expense of another.

Unfortunately, no one so far had survived having their cultivation foundation transferred away but that was a fact that Kohli was not bothered by.

He had successfully risen from the qi body to the qi tide stage in a matter of days with no apparent side effects.

His rate of cultivation progression had now slowed down as it appeared that the stone tablet required sacrifices of those in the qi tide stage in order to raise his level.

It was must be noted that cultivators in the qi tide stage were considered top powerhouses on the planet.

Edward himself was touching the border of the void stage and had been trying for many years to cross the boundary without success.

With this newfound power came a surging wave of ambition and Kohli now found himself feeling reluctant to be used as a tool for his father’s war against Edward for control of planet Calypso.

This stone tablet would be the catalyst that would lead him down the path of his new destiny. 

Kohli was determined to gain the strength necessary to break free from his father’s grasp and take the planet for himself.

Nothing would stop his rise to the top!

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(Meanwhile)

“Are you sure that we didn’t make a mistake?” Cleo turned to Sophie who was currently flying the starship.

They were presently heading towards the nearest Federation outpost in order to drop off the slaves they had bought at the market.

The slaves were being kept in the ship’s storage bay which was the largest room along with a large supply of dehydrated food stock and nutrient solutions.

Sophie was paying close addition to the navigator and scanner to ensure that they were not being followed by any hostile forces.

She was being assisted by the ship’s AI that was currently occupied with the numerous calculations necessary to plot the best possible route.

The two girls had decided to leave the planet but not before teaching that arrogant young master a lesson he would not forget anytime soon.

Cleo was torn between trying to recover the stone tablet and leaving the planet without taking any additional risks, but Sophie convinced her that the best choice was to escape.

Sophie could not explain it in words but sometime about the mysterious writings on the stone tablet gave her a strong sense of danger.

She was unclear of what was the purpose of the tablet, but her instincts knew that it was nothing good.

“Check the video feed to see if there are any problems with the slaves we rescued,” Sophie spoke as she steered the ship around an incoming asteroid.

“Okay no problem,” Cleo replied and pulled up the video feed.

A holographic window appeared in front of her body with the view of the storage bay in real time.

There were currently forty slaves packed together in the storage bay, so it was quite crowded with the slaves huddling together in small groups.

Most were shooting glances around the starship and the braver ones had attempted to unlock the doors to escape.

The older slaves put themselves in charge of passing around the food so there were no problems with hunger or thirst.

The slave traders had only sent over high-quality goods as Sophie had paid quite a substantial amount of money so there were no slaves that required immediate medical attention.

Sophie and Cleo had spent the last few hours making sure that they were not followed so they had not visited the bay yet.

The slaves were now aware that the ship had started to move, and expressions ranged from despair to resignation.

They could only recall being sent to a monster living in the slums and then somehow finding themselves on a starship.

Who knew what would happen to them.