Kapitel 749: Tipsy

The stench of fresh blood filled Khan's nostrils. The dark puddles on the barren ground expanded, with one reaching his butt and tainting his trousers. A cold sensation spread under him, but he didn't break his cross-legged sitting position.

Khan kept his eyes closed, but nothing could blind him to his surroundings. Behind his lowered eyelids, a symphony of colors updated him on the area's state. Death had descended, leaving nothing alive behind.

'Not even two weeks,' Khan cursed, slowly opening his eyes to face the consequences of the human presence on that alien planet.

A gory scenery unfolded in Khan's view. Baoway's first morning light shone on a destroyed settlement filled with crumbled tents, large holes, smelly puddles, and corpses. A battle had happened during the night, but the event had been so one-sided that anyone would describe it as a slaughter.