Revenge of Tyrants. Storm of Souls.

[BagaturKhan]

The four warriors felt a sharp pain in their eyes. Once again, an alien and mysterious glow flashed before them. Again, they plunged into the unknown, and not at all knowing what lay ahead of them. But now they were determined to find out all the answers. There were too many mysteries, and they needed to be solved as soon as possible. In the end, this will help them learn how to stop this war, which has been going on for two long years.
  They left their comrades on the Griffin. According to the promises of the Prophet, the mysterious servants of Akh-Asur named the Pious were supposed to take care of the suffering inhabitants of the city. The preachers ordered the rest of the soldiers and commanders to proceed back to the palace. Mustafa immediately did not like this idea, just like his beloved, but soon, they were forced to obey. Owen himself asked them about it. Now it was impossible to take drastic measures, as this could well lead to unexpected consequences. The rescue of the inhabitants of the city was entrusted to strangers. Many Coalition warriors began to believe that the mysterious servants of the unknown god would do much more effectively. The Prophet also promised a speedy restoration of buildings. But Owen the Burner and Captain Prada doubted the veracity of his words. But Balderan and Sergeant Osvaldo, on the contrary, decided to believe the preachers. They felt a certain unity with them, due to the fact that the deity was a malicious enemy of the accursed League ..
  Now four great warriors have passed along with the Prophet and his brethren into a gigantic shining ring. In less than a few seconds, they were at a great distance from the planet. The light still blinded their eyes.
- We have arrived, my children, - the voice of the Prophet was heard, - Now we will proceed to Him. He is already waiting for you.
Having said these words, Cha-Arun turned back and followed forward along a large long corridor. His brethren immediately hurried after him, leaning on their glowing staves. Owen clearly noted that the preachers were afraid of their leader. They followed him very cautiously, as if afraid to take any extra steps.
  As they scanned the area, the psi-adepts of the Coalition and their mortal allies realized that they were in a truly incredible spacious room. It was a long corridor, the ceilings of which reached an amazing height. The walls shimmered in various colors, many of which were unknown to all people. The lanterns above burned with a blindingly bright blue light that blinded the eyes of the Tramontine veterans. Everything here was not created by the hands of mortals. The corridor struck with its amazing magnificence. Only Gods could do such a thing, and no one else.
  The four warriors soon also followed the Prophet and his retinue. They walked very cautiously, a bit reminiscent of those monks who surrounded the head of the procession himself. All the while, they kept looking around. Owen and Balderan clearly noticed strange music coming from somewhere out of nowhere. She sounded so distant, and at the same time beckoned to her, attracted like a magnet. Even the Tramontian veterans listened to such wonderful sounds. They felt an incredible bliss deep inside. They all just wanted to lie down on the huge iridescent floor and feel great pleasure, disconnect from everything dark and disturbing them. For a while, the heroes even forgot about the horrors that happened earlier. The Tramontian veterans no longer even remembered the colossal destruction of Dane. They forgot about the millions of victims and exhausted residents. They plunged into the atmosphere of the halls of an unknown deity.
After walking for some time along the gigantic picturesque corridor, the procession stopped. None of the psi-adepts and their companions knew exactly how much time had passed. Osvaldo and Prada even dared to think that time did not exist here at all. Everything here was so mysterious and beautiful at the same time. Owen admired such miraculous magic that reigned in these halls. A powerful deity clearly lived here. This aura was felt absolutely everywhere here. Mysterious, mysterious and incredible aura of God. The guests who arrived did not even know how to describe it.
  Only when the Prophet and his retinue stopped did the guests realize that they had arrived at their destination. Now they stood in front of huge doors that led into the unknown. Obviously, their fate awaited them.
  At the gate were two draconian warriors clad head to toe in silver armor. In their hands they held luminous spears and triangular shields. The helmets of these "dragon" knights had a bizarre and slightly elongated shape. They ended with a high plume of feathers of various birds.
  The shields of these valiant guardsmen were engraved with amazing designs resembling a huge yellow sun. The faces of these aliens were not visible, but through the helmet, luminous eyes were clearly visible. As soon as they saw the head of the preachers, they immediately knelt before him, and laid the shields on the ground. Only their spears remained upright.
"Hallowed be the name of Akh-Asura!" - the words of the Prophet were heard, coming close to the knights, - For Akh-Asur is the Light of this universe! And may His power reign over all! And may His teachings spread throughout the universe! And let the unbelievers know His name and His word! And let His enemies fall on their knees!
- Akh-Asur is the Light, - two knights responded in chorus, who immediately bowed their heads, - And may His power reign over all! And may His teachings spread throughout the universe! And let the unbelievers know His name and His word! And let His enemies fall on their knees!
- And let everyone who is afraid of His wrath! - Cha-Arun continued his speech, - And may everyone who slanders Him with slander and commit sacrilege be destroyed! For if anyone goes against the Light, he will not live in this universe!
- And let everyone who is afraid of His wrath! - In an instant, the prayers of the guardsmen were heard, - And may everyone who slanders Him with slander and commit sacrilege be destroyed! For if anyone goes against the Light, he will not live in this universe!
  The Prophet turned his head towards his brethren who stood behind him like statues. The monks immediately fell to their knees, placing their palms on their foreheads. Meanwhile, the light in the tip of their mysterious leader’s wand began to flicker noticeably. Soon, it already covered the entire sorcerous staff of the Prophet, and then spread to his hands.
- Akh-Asur is Light! - the sorcerer said loudly, - Absolute and True Light of the Universe! And may he rule over all the living and all the dead! And so be it and so be it!
- Akh-Asur is Light! - the monks and knights repeated in chorus, - the Absolute and True Light of the Universe! And may he rule over all the living and all the dead! And so be it and so be it!
  The guests who arrived looked at all this with eyes full of bewilderment and at the same time admiration. Prada clearly noticed that his friend Osvaldo takes pleasure in looking at the prayers of their new allies. And Owen noticed the same feelings in Balderan. But still, the Scorcher has not yet got rid of the strange feeling pulsing inside. He felt some echoes of danger, which seemed to shout to him from afar. Distrust of new friends began to intensify. He still felt that something was wrong. For a second, he felt himself almost the only sighted person in the company of the blind.
  - Now you will see Him! - the voice of the Prophet was heard, which vibrated noticeably, - When you enter, fall on your knees before His Divine power.
Balderan and Osvaldo nodded quietly. On the face of the sergeant, a frantic reverence flashed at all. He smiled in a strange way and looked at the monks as if they were real angels. Balderan also admired them, and his feelings only increased with every second. But this greatly displeased Captain Prada and Owen himself. Scorcher did not understand this behavior of his close comrades. Perplexity seized his soul.
- On knees? - almost indignantly asked Owen - I don't think it's necessary. Lately there have been too many who demand worship. Look at the League Generals!
  For a second, Scorcher wished he had any magical weapon from Elfurr in his hands. Perhaps this could seriously clarify the situation.
- This is a tribute, - the Prophet answered in a pacified voice, - I beg you. Don't insult Him. By not falling to your knees, you can make Him angry. But I don't think any of you want the backlash.
  Captain Prada glared at the preachers upon hearing the words of their leader. He didn't like them much.
- Let's do as he says, - Balderan's voice immediately rang out, - After all, we are in a strange abode. Here they have their own laws. And we must obey them.
  The swordsman insistently demanded respect from his comrades for new allies. Osvaldo was in complete agreement with him. But Owen and Prada still had strange feelings. They did not like these customs too much. Still, Burner and the captain understood that it was better to listen to Balderan now. It is not known what could be expected from these strange monks and their leader, just like from their deity.
- Well, - Owen said with a sigh, - I hope your pious monsignor turns out to be truly the True Light of the universe. And I hope he doesn't disappoint us.
  Deep inside, the psi-adept was still thinking that he might meet an impostor pretending to be the true Creator of all living things.
- Do not dare to doubt Him, - the words of the leader of the monks were heard, - For a billion years he lives in this universe and paves the Light. Anyone who doubts Him is a heretic and a pagan. I hope we don't hear such words again.
  Cha-Arun spoke too strictly and even fanatically. Owen and Farinni didn't like this even more. Deep within, the Scorcher made a promise to himself to discuss these matters with Akh-Asur himself. He felt that the long-awaited meeting was already close. And he vowed to get answers to all his questions. And there were already too many of them.

[BagaturKhan]

Horn.
The main stronghold of the psi-control and security forces of the Griffin Imperium.

The commandos had to use explosives to get to Thea's psi-analyst. Thea Kherson hasn't answered for hours. He locked himself in his office behind an armored door and stopped answering calls. Considering that General Linda Tirson was indignant, and that the planet was hit from space, it was categorically impossible to wait. Therefore, Tirson ordered to blow up the doors to Kherson's office in order to find him and bring him to justice for evading service.
As soon as the smoke cleared, the operatives quickly ran into the room. Linda was with them. To do this, she donned heavy armor, like all soldiers. Her red-haired head was topped with a high-crested Gryphonian helmet. The first to enter were three specialists famous for their operations against League spies. The second - five more warriors. Finally, Linda Tearson herself ran in.
- He is dead! - I heard the voice of a fighter named Deocles.
He stood, dressed in heavy special armor and a helmet with a gas mask, and pointed with an armored glove at the lying body.
- Yours ... - Deokl's comrade-in-arms, named Chios, cursed.
Linda clearly understood why Chios had gone so far as to use foul language. Usually he was not distinguished by rude expressions. But now the situation was completely different.
Thea Herson lay on the floor. But his body was terribly deformed. The chief psi-analyst of the citadel had indeed died. However, the cause of death remained the greatest of mysteries. Linda felt a strange coldness, even though she was wearing heavy armor.
For a moment she wanted to wrap herself in something warm.
- Who killed him .... - Deokl murmured in bewilderment.
“And most importantly, how…” came the voice of Sergeant Ser'Tirho of the Draconian race.
The draconian approached the lying body, which, in addition to everything else, stank terribly, and carefully examined it. The sight was truly eerie. Instead of a face, Thea Kherson had a continuous mess. The psionic lay in a disgusting pool of his own vomit mixed with urine and filth. Apparently, at the time of death, he emptied both his intestines and bladder.
The once noble human face was a shapeless grimace. The eyes were in completely different places. The nose disappeared somewhere, fell inward, and instead of it, only two huge gaps gaped. The mouth expanded to an incredible size, covering even part of the forehead. There was no language. Linda only realized later that the tongue was lying near the psionic's bloodied body.
- Yours... He bit off his own tongue when he suffered in agony... - followed the voice of Deokles, who understood everything. - He just took and gnawed off a portugaling piece of the body!
- Is that... murder? - Linda threw him a questioning look, - But how? The citadel is guarded! First level!
Tirson once again looked at the lying psi-adept. Apparently, it certainly was a murder. But not in a direct way. Someone destroyed Thea's brain and body from the outside, from the other side. He managed to get to Kherson and literally blow it up from the inside.
Ser'Tircho moved the scanning device over the body of the slain. With horror, he discovered that all the internal organs were torn to shreds. It was a real psi-undermining.
- This is an undermining, - the drakonid explained, looking at Linda with his yellow eyes, - Sorcery, in other words. Commonly used by Acheronians before an upcoming attack. A friend from Artandir told me. There have already been such cases. The League has long flirted with forces that are best left untouched.
- The League .... - Tirson growled angrily at this, - It's all the League.
Then she turned towards the soldiers standing behind, who were waiting for her direct order.
- Send a message to the government! Urgently! - commanded the general, - I don't care that there is no connection! Send him at any cost, fail, but send, and report the death of Kherson! The enemy is using psi-detonation tactics, which means that his attack is just around the corner!

[BagaturKhan]

The giant gate to the unknown room finally opened. Two "dragon" knights let the procession of monks and guests into the abode of their mysterious deity. They remained on their knees, bowing their heads down. They felt incredible awe of the Prophet and those around him. As Owen understood, everyone here experienced some kind of fear of the mysterious god and all his minions. They inspired ordinary mortals with incredible power, before which no one could resist.
  As soon as the guests and their companions entered the room, they found themselves in an even more majestic and spacious hall. It would seem that the ceiling in it did not exist at all. The walls were convex and shimmered with various colors. Everywhere there reigned an irresistible and dazzling light. Upon entering the hall, the Tramontian veterans felt they simply could not afford to look at every detail of it. Everything here was truly created by the hands of the Gods. There was so much light that it greatly affected vision. This room was something mysterious and incredible.
  The warriors walked forward behind the Prophet and his retinue and looked around with wild amazement. The light got brighter and brighter. For a moment, Prada regretted not wearing his sunglasses. They would be very useful to him in such an irresistible abode of the gods. Osvaldo had the same thought in his mind. The light here was indeed bright enough to harm mere human vision.
  They were not alone in this room. On either side of them stood a multitude of beautiful foreign knights, dressed in even more luxurious silver armor. In their hands they held all the same luminous spears and square shields. Their faces were still not visible, but everyone saw that a mysterious bluish glow emanated from the slits of their helmets. Owen clearly understood that these knights were not human either. It was all the same draconians or kosatti. There were more mysteries. Prada found himself wondering why the draconians were serving on the ship Akh-Asura, or why the whole show was even necessary.
  Suddenly the Prophet and his retinue stopped. Then, in the blink of an eye, they froze, as if rooted to the spot. The monks and their leader simply froze in place. All the guests who arrived immediately followed suit. They were in the house of an unknown owner, and they understood that their every movement was being watched. Owen and Balderan knew that the frozen knights were looking at them with their fiery eyes. Scorcher felt their dazzling gazes.
- Glory to Akh-Asur! - loudly said the Prophet, immediately raising his witch's staff, - And may His light reign for all time! And may His name be glorified! And let His power come! And may He cleanse the universe of unbelievers and sinners! And let everyone who is afraid of His wrath! And let all heretics and pagans who reject His piety fall down before Him!
- Glory to Akh-Asur! - the deafening voices of knights and monks were heard throughout the hall, - And may His light reign for all time! And hallowed be His name! And let His power come! And may He cleanse the universe of unbelievers and sinners! And let everyone who is afraid of His wrath! And let all heretics and pagans who reject His piety fall down before Him!
Having said prayers, all the servants of Akh-Asur present in the room immediately began to kneel down. This phenomenon began to occur absolutely everywhere. Not only the monks fell prostrate, but even those silent dragon knights who, not so long ago, froze like statues. The warriors sank to their knees at breakneck speed, placing their shields and spears beside them. They covered their faces with their hands and again froze in a daze. Only the arriving guests, led by the Prophet himself, remained standing still.
  Now the guests clearly saw what was happening right in front of them. The Prophet stood in front of a huge structure that most of all resembled an imperial throne. This throne was right next to a wall that shimmered with different colors. Now the seat was empty, and only two lizard guardsmen in silver armor knelt beside him. Obviously, this mysterious throne belonged to their mighty and irresistible god. It truly amazed with its magnificence and beauty. Many of the guests understood that this design was not created from ordinary metals. There was clearly something foreign here, and perhaps coming from other realities.
- Glory to Akh-Asur, - Cha-Arun repeated once more.
And then he fell to his knees, placing his staff beside him. Even the most powerful of the servants of this deity prostrated himself like a faithful slave. He also covered his face with his hands and did not look ahead. His body froze in a daze.
  The guests had to obey because they clearly heard the words of the Prophet. Even the day before, he said that their god requires respect. With great reluctance, Owen and Farinni Prada collapsed on their faces before the empty throne. And Balderan and Osvaldo, on the contrary, did it with some incredible reverence. It would seem that these two were in awe of the power of the mysterious deity.
  However, Owen did not put his head down, but continued to carefully observe the throne, which was now completely empty. He knew he shouldn't bow his head to someone he didn't trust. The burner knew that he was probably committing sacrilege, but he could not help himself. His head just didn't turn down.

[BagaturKhan]

Suddenly, right in front of the faces of all those gathered, that very bright flash of light again appeared. It formed just as suddenly as the one that the adepts saw back in the city. Such a bright light did not greatly affect the vision of Osvaldo and Prada, and also Balderan. Yet they covered their faces. But Owen tried not to turn away from the glow, but to look directly at it. Two seconds later, the flash disappeared completely. This whole phenomenon happened too quickly, in a matter of moments. Scorcher clearly realized that he had never seen so much blinding light. Perhaps today was full of miracles.
   The picture is finally clear. Now Owen could clearly see what was going on ahead of him. From now on, the beautiful golden throne was no longer empty. Right on top of it sat a tall and slender entity that they certainly didn't expect to see here. It wasn't him at all, it was her. Draconid, dressed in dark armor from legs to neck. Her beautiful head remained open. Long purple hair fell from her head to graceful shoulders, topped with long spiked pauldrons. She smiled at the procession, and quite maliciously, revealing her long pointed teeth. Her violet eyes literally pierced right through everyone present.
- Incredibly true, - with a strange smile, said the dragon, - You came here in search of a mysterious deity who saved this world from destruction and from the troops of General Trotskevich. And in the end - you see me. Say I'm flawless Say it. I am flawless. Inwardly, you understand that this is not so. For example, you, a man named Owen.
  Owen realized that this entity had noticed him. Despite the fact that all his comrades were on their knees, Burner chose to rise to his feet. The Warrior stood up to his full height and proudly looked the alien woman straight in the face.
- I don't understand what you mean, - Owen answered it, - And I don't know you. Therefore, why should I say that you are flawless? Tell me better where is your deity.
- Oh, yes .... of course, - the dragon said thoughtfully, - Deity .... Akh-Asur. You are looking for him. You have come here from the surface of this world. They came to find God. Majestic and beautiful. But instead I am. Why don't you tell me that I'm perfect? I am amazing. Say it. Tell me I'm amazing. You know perfectly well that this is true, Owen. Do you see this. You are amazing, Owen. You admire my awesomeness. If I may say so.
  The alien spoke in riddles, and the psi-adept did not understand their meaning. He wanted to unravel all the mysteries that worried him more and more. And he clearly felt that all the answers would soon come to him. But only one question remained, whether these answers would be joyful for him or, on the contrary, plunge him into despair and confusion.
"My name is Ser'Kiraani," the mysterious person said, looking down at the warrior. "Have you never heard that name?" That's right, never. But admit that I admire you. Cause I'm amazing. Say it. Just say it and that's it!
- Why should I say this? Owen asked.
The psi-adept of the Coalition tried to go ahead. He did not understand at all what was going on around him. Until recently, he went along with his companions to meet the mysterious Akh-Asur, and now his mind is confused by some kind of lizard-like beast.
“Because it is the truth,” Ser'Qiraani replied, “Prince of Fire. I am amazing. You don't even know what I came up with. And if he imagined, realized the scope of that globality, then he would instantly crumble to dust. But I'll tell you at least part of the plan. At least a small part of it. Only under one condition. Tell me how valuable this system is to you? Yes, I'm talking about the Griffin Imperium now.
  The dragonkind clearly had no intention of retreating. She was playing some dangerous game that Owen certainly didn't want to play.
- Valuable, - the Scorcher finally said, - Every life in this galaxy is priceless. The Griffin Imperium is under the patronage of the Coalition of Galactic States. All these people who live there are priceless. Every life in the galaxy is priceless. Remember this. And tell me, finally, why did you bring us here? And where is your god after all?
Yes, it all looks very strange, doesn't it? - the dragon chuckled maliciously, - Do you want to know why I invited only the four of you? Why chose you? But no one else!
  Ser'Qiraani vanished in a blinding flash, then reappeared directly in front of Owen. She looked into his face with her bright yellow eyes. Only later did the Scorcher notice that until recently they were purple.
- Want! Owen replied sharply. “More than that, I want you to stop asking me stupid questions!” We have come here to speak with Akh-Asur!
  The dragonid smiled broadly at this, revealing her sharp teeth even more. Her smile stretched across her face. Now she looked at the Scorcher with incredible pleasure. As if she enjoyed the excitement of the psionicist.
“The thing is, no Akh-Asur exists,” Ser'Qiraani hissed with malicious joy. “It's just a legend. Look around, Owen! There is no Akh-Asur, just as there are no monks, except for Cha-Arun himself!
  Owen immediately turned around. Cha-Arun stood behind him in splendid isolation and haughtily looked at the warrior. No monks accompanying him. But what really excited the Scorcher was that his companions continued to kneel, frozen like statues.

[BagaturKhan]

-- What the hell are they doing? Mustafa exclaimed indignantly.
  The gray-bearded commander and his lover looked at the strange behavior of the aliens with puzzled looks. According to the Prophet, these mysterious Pious were supposed to save the lives of the inhabitants of the city. Many believed that they would descend to the surface in order to begin to rescue the unfortunate from the landslides and ruins, but they did not. For the place of help, aircraft from other worlds flew over the second capital, as if patrolling the territory. And the mysterious hanging structure in the shape of a giant rhombus began to flood with electrical impulses even more. Around her vibrated strange energy clots that constantly flickered.
  And then, a moment later, a monstrous pillar of fire descended on the city, a pillar of fire that emanated from the titanic alien ship. The flames instantly pulverized one of the majestic buildings, which was not so badly damaged by the burning debris. The most powerful surge of energy did not leave a single piece of the structure. The ensuing explosion provoked a shock wave that immediately swept through the rest of the city. From such an incredible push, many present in the palace fell to the ground.
- Gods! - Frightened cries of people and foreigners were heard from all sides, - What are they doing?
  Bewilderment and horror began to seize all the inhabitants of the palace with renewed vigor. The sense of danger only increased. Now they no longer trusted the Prophet and his retinue, who promised to take care of the inhabitants of Griffin and themselves.
  When all the inhabitants of the palace rose to their feet, they decided to look out the windows again. And what they saw there amazed them even more, and also filled their souls with incredible fear, even more nightmarish than what they had felt before. Now they felt almost like doomed victims.
  A titanic beam of fire emanated from under the giant hanging structure of the aliens, rushing straight into the ground. It had already destroyed one of the buildings and was now piercing the surface of the planet. The electrical pulses around the ship were getting brighter and brighter. Now they could be seen even by myopic.
  And the aircraft of the Pious continued to fly in different directions. It would seem that their pilots completely forgot about the unfortunate inhabitants with whom this city was still filled. They didn't care about the survivors at all.
  Mustafa himself was the first to feel an incredible rage in the depths of his soul. This situation worried him the most. From the very beginning, he felt distrust of the mysterious religious outsiders. Now the line of distrust has crossed its line and has already turned into hostility. The gray-bearded warrior felt the evil forces emanating from the hovering ship and the enemy aircraft surrounding it. With eyes full of anger, he looked at the whole picture of monstrous destruction.
  Many of the people and draconians in the palace stared at the cup-shaped structure without a word. They simply froze in a daze and could not take their eyes off the ship. The enemy ship continued to emit a column of hellfire that pierced the surface of the planet. Most of all, Isabella Fortunato felt fear. She abruptly grabbed her lover's hand and continued to look at the bright flames. From horror and amazement, her mouth opened wide and could not utter a single word.
- Maybe... They're trying to restore the buildings? Mustafa suggested. Or did they betray us?
But the beloved did not answer him. She continued to stare at the giant pillar of fire emanating from the alien construct. Her face was starting to turn pale, and her hands were cold, like those of an ice statue.
"I don't like all this," came the voice of Ser'Naveh.
The dragon-like creature stood next to the two lovers and the temporary master of the planet. This lizard was more alarmed than the others. His pupils had already dilated to the limit. He just didn't know what else to do in this situation.
- I don't like it either, - said Mustafa, - This ship obviously used some kind of weapon. It is unlikely that a fiery beam pierced the planet for no reason. It seems to me that I should not have trusted this Cha-Arun.
- But if there is danger, then our friends may well save the situation, - Theophylact said to this, - Balderan, Owen and two Tramontians went with the Prophet. And they are not from a timid dozen.
"Nevertheless, that doesn't mean we're saved," growled the draconian, "Akh-Asur appears to be some kind of ancient god." It could well affect the strongest of our psionics.
- Then what do we do? - finally I heard the voice of Isabella.
Fortunato broke the silence for the first time in twenty minutes. Obviously, she was trying to move away from the shock that gripped her.
- We can't do anything yet, - said the ruler of the planet, - What can we do against this ship?
- They lied to us along the way, - Mustafa said angrily, - They were supposed to save the inhabitants! And not fly uselessly in the sky and not use incomprehensible crap!
The gray-bearded commander was already at his limit. This whole strange situation was beginning to terribly piss him off. He had already seen plenty of flying alien ships hovering over the cities. Now he clearly sensed the threat posed by the diamond-shaped structure. In addition, his heart clearly told him that soon they would all be very unwell. He cursed himself for even partially trusting the Prophet and his acolytes. These aliens were clearly not here to save the lives of the unfortunate. They had their own purpose, far more mysterious, and perhaps more terrible, and their deity could very well be an even more monstrous entity than the worst of the League's generals.
- Even if they lied, then we can only pray for salvation, - Feofilakt's speeches were heard, - It is unlikely that we will find weapons capable of destroying this hanging piece of iron. All defensive stations are immobilized. We have no contact with anyone. It is unlikely that Elfurr will arrive as soon as we would like.
"I don't know if we're capable of destroying the ship, but their starships are fine," the draconian said in a snarling voice.
Everyone in the room immediately looked at Ser'Naveh. It was only now that fear was beginning to evaporate from the draconian's soul. The alien felt a mysterious surge of confidence. His gaze did not at all remind of a desperate situation.
- What do you mean, Mr. Ser'Naveh? Mustafa asked here.
“Listen, I am from the Artandir service,” the foreigner answered. “If the president of Artandir does not get a channel of communication with me soon, he will immediately send troops here. The coalition will not abandon us. None of us. We have not been contacted for many hours. This will not go unnoticed. And we also have cool stuff that you will definitely like. Elfurr Destroyers. I brought them to Castleum recently. I understand that I should have requested permission from the Elfurr Empire for this, but I did not, and as I see it, everything worked out for the good. If these creatures attack, we can gouge their cars in the sky!
- Why the hell didn't you say that? Isabella cursed. “The Elfurr superguns are all we need!”
- In that case, carry a weapon, - the gray-bearded warrior commanded, - And quickly!

[BagaturKhan]

"Magnificent Revenge"
Flagship dreadnought of General Dvorok Trotskevich.
Outer space of the League on the border with the possessions of the Coalition. Sector 4-5

General Dvorok Trotskevich sat proudly on a luxurious armchair upholstered in the skin of one of the predatory creatures inhabiting Minos. He drank sips of purple wine with such pleasure that even Lazitron, who was sitting next to him, envied him a little. Sozi-daus did not understand why this white-skinned hekatoncheir Dvorok felt such strong sensations, from the taste of the drink or from the realization that he was nevertheless forgiven for past failures.
Shaking his head, the admiral also took a sip of wine and fixed his thoughtful gaze on the clone guards standing nearby. As soon as he looked at them, he felt a certain fear and even confusion. These guardsmen entered the service quite recently. It is said that Dr. Ugayama of the Research Service perfected them at his Bestiary Center. Now these warriors were dressed in more durable armor, which was part of their skin. Their eyes were also torn out and replaced with mechanical ones. Lazitron knew that the League's chief military scientist was no stranger to cyborgization.
“You are looking at the fighters with such curiosity,” Trotskevich concluded, seeing the look of his interlocutor, “You haven’t seen them here before, right?
- I'm just amazed at the skills of our scientists, - Lazitron answered this, turning towards the general, - Although at the same time I don't like him.
- For what? - I heard the question of the commander, - For his former life?
- As you know, in Nicomedia for one mention of Ukayama - immediately a fine, - the admiral said, shaking his head, - And in the Draconid Empire - and even that, you can go to jail. Previously, and in the power of Sausie Daus, he was recognized as crazy, until that power fell into your hands.
“Ukayama is a madman without a doubt,” Dvorok said to this, rubbing his white hair, “He is obsessed with his experiments with lower beings. But nevertheless, we need it. The League appreciates his work. Thanks to his science, we have many perfect warriors. Like the ones you were staring at.
   Trotskevich pointed with his hand at the guards standing behind him, dressed in armor and helmets with high pickelhelms. Their faces were covered with steel half-masks, exposing only mechanical eyes, more like eyepieces. In their hands, these idols held huge halberds. They froze like real statues and did not make a single rustle.
Do you remember Ser'Qiraani? Trotskevich suddenly asked.
Lazitron flinched for a second. This name has not been spoken on the ship for a long time. And besides, it did not bode well. He didn't even want to think about this creature, proudly calling itself a "kossatian".
- Of course, - answered Lazitron, but his fear remained with him, - It is impossible to forget her. She constantly demands to be recognized as amazing.
“But she really is amazing,” said Dvorok proudly, “if you only knew how big her plan is.” Even your idea with Butt Trundott doesn't work.
- And why? - Followed by the admiral's question - Trandotte was the best solution.
- Just one Nicomedia and one ship, - Trotskevich said to this, drinking another sip of wine, - But Kiraani did much more than you. Moreover, unlike you, she did not let her master down.
  Lazitron felt his fear turn to anger. He obviously did not expect such words from his closest colleague.
- I don't understand what you mean, - murmured sozi-daws, - You offend me, Dvorok. Remember what I have done for the army of the League! How many saboteurs he prepared, how much effort he put in. And don't forget that I have a sign.
  With these words, Lazitron pulled back the sleeve of his uniform. But instead of finding the symbol of the pentagram there, he found only a void. The symbol vanished as if it had never existed, as if no one had ever placed it on an offworlder's hand.
  Sozi-Daws felt terror sweep through his entire body, stronger than ever this time. That terrible and piercing cold appeared again, making its way to the very bone marrow.
- You no longer have a symbol, Lazitron, - Trotskevich grinned, - See? You are nothing.
  The admiral immediately turned towards his comrade-in-arms. A former comrade-in-arms, to be more precise.
- What did you do to me? - I heard a voice full of despair and madness.
- It's not me, - immediately answered Dvorok, - It's you yourself, Lazitron. You yourself. You failed your overlord's mission, squabbled with Ser'Qiraani, lost several important battles. And you thought that you would just be left alive so that you would repent? No, my friend, repentance will not help. Lord Marfur-Nirari no longer needs you.
  At the same moment, the general pulled out a laser pistol from his bosom and fired several volleys. After a couple of seconds, a terrible black hole gaped in the elongated head of Lazitron. There was no blood. She simply evaporated from the monstrous heat.
- General, we entered the Griffin system, - there was a mechanical rattle from the speakers built into the walls of the cabin, - What will be your orders?
- Keep moving! - Trotskevich shouted at the top of his voice, - I will immediately arrive on the bridge!

[BagaturKhan]

- What are they doing there? Mustafa shouted beside himself with rage.
He was seriously disturbed by the mysterious behavior of unknown aliens called the Pious, who were the servants of a mysterious god. They made no attempt at all to help the population recover from the catastrophe. The commander expected that these creatures would immediately begin landing in the most damaged areas of the city and begin to medically examine each of the victims. In his head, the grey-bearded warrior has already built a picture in which mysterious aliens are carrying out an entire operation to rescue survivors from the most inaccessible places. In his brain, they were already beginning to attempt to pull the wounded out of the landslides and huge pits, pulling out all sorts of equipment to help. But none of this happened. The aliens were still flying around the capital of the planet. But the most disturbing thing was that in the last ten minutes their craft began to fly around the Propraetor's Palace, where the Coalition warriors and their allies were located. Many felt uncomfortable when they heard the eerie hum of engines. The scarlet saucer-shaped starships swept around the palace at a slow pace. It would seem that they are scanning the entire structure for weapons and ammunition. Ser'Naveh was the most worried about this behavior of the Pious. The Draconid feared that they were checking the level of danger posed by the inhabitants of the palace, which only meant that after the check, an attack would immediately follow.
  Right in front of the eyes of the draconian and two of his comrades-in-arms, another enemy apparatus flew by, resembling an octopus in shape. For a second, Ser'Naveh thought the starship's pilot was carefully examining him with all sorts of instruments. The draconian's sense of danger began to intensify.
- All this is strange, - Mustafa said, - They behave rather strangely.
- I also noticed, - said Isabella, - It's good that we armed ourselves.
Minutes before the aliens began flying over the palace, the Coalition warriors and their allies armed themselves with Elfurr gadgets.
At the same moment, right in front of the windows through which the inhabitants of the palace looked, a mysterious flying object appeared. It emerged from a dazzling glow, just like all the previous ones. True, this flying structure was much larger than all the other enemy vehicles. In form, it was a giant bird, the body of which was created from metals unknown to science. Scarlet fires were lit on it everywhere, testifying to the combat readiness of the apparatus. The giant starship was truly huge in every way. Its width was at least ten meters, and its length did exceed twenty. The alien apparatus appeared not far from the building itself, but through the open windows it seemed to come close.
- What is he doing? Ser'Naveh exclaimed in bewilderment, visibly stiffening.
The bird-shaped flying object made a strange sound, most of all resembling a desperate squeak. And then several glowing panels popped out from under its hull. This phenomenon seriously alarmed all the assembled warriors.
- What the hell is he doing? Mustafa cursed furiously.
Seeing this behavior of the ship, the grey-bearded warrior immediately raised the flash rifle given to him by Ser'Naveh. He aimed its muzzle directly at the glowing panels that had appeared in the enemy craft. He was already ready to open fire and smash this foreign structure to smithereens.
- Stop! shouted Theophylact at the top of his voice.
The interim ruler of the planet was as alarmed as the others, but he was still wary of hasty decisions. He heard the words of the Prophet that the Pious had come here to help. The elderly official still hoped for the veracity of the words of the preachers. Some part of him thought that the birdlike ship was simply checking the palace for weapons, and soon it would simply fly away or disappear into a cloud of light.
- I don't like this thing! - Mustafa croaked angrily, - And I don't like these flyers in the air. They are already pretty tired. I want to understand what is going on here.
- Can we wait until Owen and Balderan return? Isabella's voice rang out.
The girl was also frightened, and sometimes she was not even aware of the meaning of her phrases. Now her face was as pale as the morning snow. She was no less afraid of a possible attack than the others.
- By the time they return, we will be killed here, - the draconian remarked pessimistically, - I agree with Mustafa. These aliens are clearly not our friends. And it is still unknown what actually happened to ours. Maybe Balderan and Owen are already dead. Like Farinni with Osvaldo.
- They're not dead! - almost in hysterics cried Fortunato, - Non! Impossible! They are not dead!
Suddenly, something strange flew out from the direction of the giant bird-like structure. Ser'Naveh was the first to notice such an unusual phenomenon. The aircraft of the Pious released from the side of the right wing something that most of all resembled a light ball. As soon as the draconian narrowed his eyes and examined the completely mysterious projectile for a second, he immediately realized the full horror of the situation. The alien's pupils widened in terrible fear and confusion. He realized that even if he opened his mouth, he would not have time to warn his comrades-in-arms. Time has played a cruel joke.
The luminous clot landed directly on the upper level of the palace. The blow came over the heads of the assembled warriors, followed by a deafening roar. A monstrous explosion immediately blew the entire upper gallery to pieces, along with the soldiers of Theophylact who were there. The Gryphonian guards instantly melted due to the incredible heat. Dozens of valiant warriors instantly turned into steam. There was not a single piece left of them.
  The shock wave that arose after the explosion immediately overturned all the Coalition warriors and their allies gathered at the windows to the ground. Mustafa and Isabella fell first, hitting their heads painfully on the floor. The rest of the fighters followed along with the draconians. Theophylact also lost his balance and quickly fell to the floor. Having hit a stone with his temple, he instantly ceased to exist. The temporary ruler of the Griffin instantly went to the forefathers. He was too old to withstand such monstrous blows.
  The ceiling and walls of the building began to crack rapidly. Lime and fragments of stones poured everywhere. The earthquake was so powerful that the whole planet seemed to be trembling. And the valiant warriors of the Coalition, along with their brethren, never rose to their feet. They were deafened and shell-shocked, and now they heard almost nothing. The deafening roar turned into a sharp ringing, which completely cut off the hearing of many warriors.
  Mustafa tried to shout at least one word, but realized that he did not even hear his own voice. The ringing in his ears was too piercing. He wanted to grab his head and hit it with all his strength against something hard. He simply could not get rid of this eerie sound that seemed to pierce his entire brain.
“A.....a........” the grey-bearded warrior struggled to shout.
He shook his head in different directions, while trying not to swallow the caustic smoke. The image in his eyes blurred. He couldn't even see his own feet now. But he did not think much about his own salvation at these moments. At that moment, he was only interested in the fate of his beloved. He waved his arms in all directions, trying to dispel the smoke and look at Isabella. He didn't know where she was or what had happened to her. Chaos filled the entire room. Chaos, fire and death. It would seem that the whole universe began to split into pieces.
- If they are wrong, these monks - mentally said Mustafa, whose rage began to flare up with titanic speed.

[BagaturKhan]

The mysterious dragonmaid smiled wider as she looked at Owen, the only one of her companions who retained a semblance of reason. The rest of the Coalition warriors present fell asleep. They froze on their knees and did not even move. The burner knew this was another trap. The same one that made you think that they were visiting a deity.
  Meanwhile, Ser'Qiraani's smile grew more and more malevolent. Her beautiful eyes shone like a supernova.
- I deceived you, - the dragonkind said in an enthusiastic voice, - Everything you saw was an illusion. My illusion I have incredible potential. I can do a lot, Owen. I can even become you, or your friends. I can make you believe that Balderan is your enemy and wants to kill you. Or that Griffin is a League planet that needs to be bombed. I like it. And I know that deep inside you feel admiration.
  Owen himself did not notice how he suddenly smiled. His smile appeared on his face on his own, uncontrollably. He just couldn't control himself. He continued to smile from ear to ear, baring his teeth. He almost echoed his dragonlike companion.
- See? Ser'Qiraani remarked with a smile, "You rejoice." I'm the one who makes you happy, Owen. I can do everything. I am amazing. Say it. You know you have to say it.
"You're amazing," repeated Owen's lips.
  He didn't want to say it, but he did. The lips moved regardless of his will. The same thing happened with the voice. Complete control over the vocal cords, nothing else.
- You are amazing, - the Burner repeated again, - There is no limit to my admiration.
  Ser'Qiraani licked her lips in pleasure. Her long snake-like tongue stuck out all the way to her chin and then tucked back behind her teeth.
  - What are you standing for? - the sonorous voice of the dragon was heard here, - Why don't you want to say the same thing?
  The foreigner addressed the frozen in a daze, Balderan, Osvaldo and Farinni. The entity's eyes turned into bright green cat-like lights.
“You are delightful,” Balderan spoke first, looking at Ser'Qiraani with eyes full of joy and bliss, “Everything you do is worthy of admiration. Admiration and irresistibility - that's what you are.
“You are delightful,” Osvaldo said after the warrior with the same look.
“You are amazing,” Prada repeated.
All three had completely forgotten how they came here and why. They didn't remember anything at all. Even their own names. Their entire minds were filled with mysterious energy, spread by the mysterious dragon.
  “Wonderful, just wonderful,” Ser'Qiraani smiled again. “See? Now you've all changed your mind about me. And I did lead you. Made me believe in the myth of Akh-Asur. Made you believe your world was saved. You know, I can right now give the order to destroy the Griffin and kill two billion. And you keep calling me amazing. I love it so much! You would know how pleased I am to see this!
The dragonkin laughed. She vanished in a blinding shower of sparks, then quickly reappeared in front of the three magical warriors who stood before her. Owen tried to rush to her and somehow stop this madness, but found that he could not move. He tried to move at least a toe, but this turned out to be a fiasco. With horror, he realized that he could not move at all.
- Stop! No need to destroy the Griffin! came the desperate voice of Owen.
All he could do was talk, and that was for now. He knew that the next stage would be complete clouding of the mind. It might even kill him. Will end the life of a glorious warrior in the service of the mighty Coalition. But no one will know what exactly happened to him. Yes, and he does not fall like a hero. Nobody will know anything at all. He will simply disappear, as if he did not exist in this world.
What don't you like, Owen? Ser'Qiraani exclaimed with a strange smile, turning her gaze to the Scorcher, "Why are you so afraid for this Griffin?! This is not your home! This is an alien world with alien creatures. It will soon be my world, Owen. By my world. I will do what I want there. Absolutely everything that comes to my mind.
  Hearing these words, Owen started up sharply, and then twitched. With great difficulty, he forced himself to move. His entire body howled in incredible piercing pain. Yet he continued to fight for his life.
- Griffin is a planet with billions of lives! - Scorcher said menacingly.
- And what? - Followed by the answer of a foreigner, - Billions of lives. As if it bothered you. Do you know how many people destroyed each other? How many wars have been fought? None of the races killed themselves with such frenzy as humans. Do you know that when a simple child rushes across the field and enjoys life, how many insects and bugs turn into dust? How many living beings does the gardener destroy? How many? Thousands? Millions? Or maybe billions?
  Ser'Qiraani immediately hid her smile, her luminous eyes glowing with anger.
- You have no choice, - the reptile continued, raising her voice noticeably, - You need to submit to your fate and stop resisting. Stop trying to prevent the inevitable. All you see is inevitability!
- What do you want, dragon? asked the Burner. - What do you want from us?
  Ser'Qiraani growled menacingly. Her eyes lit up with an evil crimson glow. Then she quickly rushed towards Owen and grabbed him sharply by the throat. He couldn't even raise his hands to get rid of her tenacious grip. She was too strong.
- Never call me a dragon, - the alien woman gnashed through her sharp teeth, - I'm a cossatti! Do you hear? I am Cossati!

[BagaturKhan]

Space base "Taborescu"
Border starlands to the Griffin Imperium.


- Listen, you can estimate, Farkolf bought such an ugly watch, you should have seen it, - said Arnulf.
- In terms of? - his comrade named Sverbluff asked in bewilderment, - What kind of watch is this?
“From pure Aphoril,” said the kinos enthusiastically, “Here you go.” His brother says he stole them from the League's hecatoncheirs during a raid on their asteroid stronghold.
- .... yourself! - the interlocutor burst out with surprise, - I can’t think of such people even in my dreams with my earnings. All I get is twenty million. Beggarly wages, drakonid take it away.
  Arnulf nodded his head at that. His friend's words pleased him. After all, the cinema itself was not in the best position. He only worked as a simple operator of beam weapons that guarded the space citadel from the enemy.
- I have thirty million in total, I'm a gunner, - Sverbluff said, - But an aforil watch ?! Mom, give birth to me back! That's all six trillion! If I found such a thing, I would immediately sell it. Then I bought myself a cool space yacht with three dozen sexy nicomedian girls!
- And why immediately nikomedians? Arnulf muttered in surprise.
He quickly took out with his paw a small bag of chips that was next to his desk and immediately opened it. A moment later, he was already chewing a few potato flakes in his toothy mouth.
- Why nikomedians? - hesitated, roared the kinos, - Well ....... I don’t even know.
He tore his eyes away from the monitors and turned his eyes to his best friend and colleague.
- It seems to me that the elfurrian girls will be better, - the operator smiled in his face, taking the chips out of the package again, - They seem to have bigger breasts and normal growth. Too bad they don't just happen. They immediately feel your gaze from a mile away.
- Yeah, as soon as you get your ... unit, they will cut it off for you, - Sverbluff grinned, - Because the Nikemedia women are cooler. They are simple as five denarii.
- You always plant your second tail a lot, - Arnulf laughed at this, - Honestly. You've already screwed up!
  Suddenly there was a sharp thump of a fist on metal. The two operators immediately turned around in their chairs in the opposite direction. They found that someone had entered their premises. As soon as they saw who it was, they immediately got up from their seats.
- Mister... Ishken Derkh? - Sverbluff muttered in surprise, his jaw dropped, - Is that you, Agent Ishken Derh?!
- How did you get here? Arnulf said enthusiastically.
  Ishken Derh, dressed in a strong suit, looked at them without any joy. Obviously, he heard their recent conversation, and such a bright jargon clearly did not please him. After a moment, however, he allowed himself a slight smile.
- Well, what is there? - asked the agent of the Coalition, - Any news from the Griffin?
- Well, it seems to be not ..... - one of the operators said to this.
- And I have, - Ishken immediately answered.
  Durh leisurely walked across the deck to the monitors. He was interested in a giant block, wrapped in wires and cables. He found the right connector in a computer device and inserted a strange object there, covered in small electrical impulses. Looking at the item, the movie people immediately realized that it was an analogue of a USB storage device.
  - The Griffin was attacked, - Ishken Derkh already seriously explained, - Admiral Akhmanet's flotilla is moving there. I have orders from Lady Totkhemris User'Kaf to force your base to join the offensive. Interruptions have even reached here. I used an elfurr teleporter. Lucky that at least he did not disappoint.
“Wait a minute…” Sverbluff suddenly started up, “What…. Were they really attacked?” All that disconnected crap.....
- The loss of communication is not an accident, - the agent said to this, - This is an attack by the League. Totkhemris User'Kaf intercepted enemy intelligence. They are going to stage a massive sabotage. What happened on Sanbatar was the beginning.
The kinos looked at each other. They didn't like what they heard. They could not even think that the League would decide on a second attack. In addition, they heard that the Griffin had already been attacked, and the League's army had suffered significant losses.
- Stupid bastards - cursed Arnulf - Are they suicidal? We will crush them! How they already crushed Lazitron's armada!
- If .... - Ishken said thoughtfully, - You would know who is in charge of all this. It's worse than Lazitron!
- Trotskevich? Sverbluff asked quickly.
  But Derkh shook his head at that.
- Trotskevich in comparison with her .... a dummy, - the answer followed, - You can't even imagine what she is capable of.

[BagaturKhan]

The enemy ship continued to attack. He bombarded the palace with all his deadly weapons. The structure released entire streams of hellfire, which pierced the building at great speed, instantly destroying its masonry. A lot of damage was also done thanks to the monstrous torpedo salvo. One of the towers instantly turned into a pile of rubble that immediately fell down. The cornice and the roof of the palace were all mangled. The ancient and majestic structure was slowly turning into horrifying ruins. But there were still living beings inside the building.
  In addition to enemy ships and small drone-like creatures, enemy foot soldiers also fell upon the Propraetor's Palace. As soon as Mustafa and his entire team recovered from the explosion, small portals began to open everywhere in the premises of the majestic building. Isabella distinctly noticed shining rings suddenly appearing, from which enemies immediately fell down. But these enemies were so powerful and dangerous that Mustafa and all his associates were forced to admit that they had never encountered such evil in their lives.
- Come here! - Mustafa yelled angrily, having prepared Elfurr's weapon for battle, - Let's go! What are you waiting for!
The first enemy that appeared instantly destroyed three Coalition fighters. As soon as he emerged from a flash of light, he immediately released a scarlet fiery beam from his head, which immediately incinerated the brave warriors. As Mustafa found out, it was a machine designed only for killing and war. There was nothing alive in it, except for the laid down program of destruction. This monstrous robot knew no mercy and pity, and pulverized everyone without any regret.
  Isabella was suddenly attacked by one of the enemies, most of all resembling a knight. He swooped down on her with a drawn blade, but the warrior predicted the attack. The dark-haired maiden jumped to the side, and then delivered a crushing blow to the enemy right in the back. The knight howled in horrendous pain and fell to the shattered floor, bleeding green. Isabella clearly realized that the slain creature was not a person at all.
  Mustafa and Shewotai fought the monstrous death machine, but so far without success. Ser'Naveh himself was the first to shoot her. He fired a fireball at the robot from his luminiferous rifle. A ball of blinding light reached its target in a few seconds and hit the monster in its steel torso.
  The grey-bearded warrior felt a sharp relief when he saw that the monster was crumbling into splinters. But after a moment, Mustafa and Ser'Naveh almost froze in a daze. The monster shattered into several pieces, and then at breakneck speed began to unite into a single whole. In less than ten seconds, the robot recovered and fired again. A dazzlingly bright beam of light immediately hit the assistant of Theophylact, who was fighting for his own homeland.
The Gryphon did not have time to dodge and quickly disappeared into the air. His armored body simply split into atoms. Most of all, Mustafa and his soldiers were struck by the speedy regeneration of the machine. The robot simply reassembled itself from a thousand pieces.
- What a bitch .... - Mustafa cursed furiously.
He immediately raised his rifle and fired a volley. But this attack was also unsuccessful. The monster also scattered in different directions. A moment later, its fiery fragments began to connect again. The robot began a quick recovery process, and very soon it appeared before the commander again. This machine was truly monstrous. It was impossible to destroy her. Mustafa squeezed the trigger with wild anger and began to unleash the full power of the Elfurr rifle. The brightest clots of light flew at the enemy every second, but they never hit the target. The robot shattered into pieces again, and then reassembled itself. Mustafa realized with horror his complete impotence.
  Isabella spotted an invulnerable enemy vehicle. She tried to get through to her lover, but unexpected enemies prevented her. Three Cossatti emerged from a ball of light before her eyes, clad in gleaming armor and armed with arcane weapons. Fortunato had to use all his dexterity to deal with the monsters. The aliens did not have time to release all the fiery fury from their guns. Isabella quickly rushed towards them with a drawn sword. She cut through a couple of lines and soon struck down the monsters on the spot. Three strangers fell to the floor with their bodies chopped in two. The same greenish blood began to ooze from their stumps. She did not pay attention to the corpses and hurried straight to her beloved, trying to break through the thick of the fighting.
  And Mustafa still unsuccessfully pressed the trigger, releasing dazzlingly bright jets of light. Soon the barrel of the weapon warmed up in the hands of the warrior, and he instantly threw the weapon to the floor. The warrior realized that he could no longer use the Elfurr weapon. It was already unsuitable for combat, and could only bring death.
  Jumping sharply to the side, Mustafa bumped into one of the Gryphonian guards. This warrior fought furiously with an armored kossatti knight who tried to cut him with an axe. The warrior decided to help his comrade-in-arms and attacked the knight with his bare hands. He quickly punched his opponent in the helmet and made a huge dent in it. But the lizard immediately pushed the warrior away, and he rolled on the floor. The blow was strong enough, and Mustafa felt dizzy. The dragon-like knight, meanwhile, pounced on the griffin and with all his might brought down the blade of the ax on him. The unfortunate soldier fell apart into a couple of parts, bleeding in pools. His body was cut in half.
  Then the knight looked at another wounded fighter. This gryphon had been mortally wounded by the blade and lay on the floor. Encased in armor, the alien quickly approached the poor fellow and hit him with his boot with all his might. He then slammed his foot on the wounded man's head, instantly turning it into a bloody mess. The unfortunate brain immediately spread all over the floor.
- Yes, to you, - Mustafa spat angrily, seeing this horrific reprisal.
He instantly forced himself to his feet. The grey-bearded warrior darted towards the enemy blade lying on the ground. Not so long ago, one of the knights nevertheless fell, and left behind a weapon. Mustafa immediately took advantage of the trophy he found and quickly hurried to the terrible axeman. But the enemy turned sharply in his direction.
- How dare you interfere with me, - an ominous alien voice was heard from under the knight's helmet, - You are only a man! Pitiful primitive creation of false gods!
“Obviously, your Akh-Asur is not going to help us,” Mustafa said mockingly, putting his sword in front of him. “I thought he was going to be a bastard!”
- Ha-ha, but you are stupid as a cork, - the alien growled, - Do you seriously believe that some Akh-Asur will save your life? You are primitive, like your entire culture. The race of Cossutti will be happy to know how pathetic apes die in agony. And you.... You're about to die, man. Remember my name! I, Ser'Drimurthy!
- You know that Dri-fusk you, - the grey-bearded warrior blurted out angrily, - Let me die! But I will die free. And you are a slave... A slave to your false deities! So let's see which one of us is the hero!
  But here Mustafa had to jump aside. From such a sudden attack, he almost lost his balance. From somewhere to the left, an alien blade flew out, which instantly pierced the knight in the head. It immediately pierced the Kossatian's helmet along with his head. The stranger immediately recoiled, and from under his helmet came a terrifying, furious groan. A moment later, the monster fell to the floor, dropping the axes from his hands. He showed no further signs of life.
  Mustafa turned around sharply. Right in front of him stood his beloved Isabella, and now there was no weapon in her hands. The Warrior immediately realized who had thrown the blade. He realized that for the first time, his beloved had saved his own life, delivered him from a terrifying adversary. Isabella's eyes were still filled with feelings of fear and confusion, and her lips were trembling. But Mustafa looked at her with great love and admiration.
- Isabella! - the warrior immediately shouted, - My God, you made a hole in this slug's head!
- Yes, do not thank - quickly answered Fortunato - This is far from over. We need to deal with this damned machine. She is simply invulnerable. Nothing can hurt her!
- Do not be afraid, - Mustafa said with some enthusiasm, looking into the eyes of his beloved, - I will butcher this pig! Today we will not fail!
With these words, the commander threw the blade to the ground, and then raised his hands, flaming from sorcery, up. His eyes instantly lit up with bright green lights. Magic pierced his body and soul, and was already preparing to break free. Mustafa was flooded with electrical impulses, and from strong sorcerous disturbances, the walls behind him began to crack.
- Well, damned aliens, - a growling voice was heard from the commander, who had never been a mere mortal, - Now daddy Mustafa will hit each of you!
With these words, he released a dazzlingly bright chain of lightning directly into the thick of the gathered enemies.

[BagaturKhan]

“I am Kosatti,” Ser'Qiraani growled ominously, “I advise you to remember this.
  Suddenly it dawned on Owen. He almost could not move, his abilities did not function at all, and he himself was already turning into a kind of statue. Only his mind continued to work. Not mind or ego, but pure consciousness, devoid of any extraneous dross. He remembered that he had heard those words before. I heard somewhere. The Acheronian War had been going on for quite some time. He took part in many battles. And once I came across a strange cossatti.
  He didn't remember her name. Yes, and all the information about that operation has already fallen into oblivion. Only one detail Owen did remember. That Kossatian captured the Earth Alliance ambassador and then smeared his head on the deck of the Narva space station. This happened a year ago, when the League still seemed a serious and powerful force. When there were no turning points in the campaign.
  Owen, along with detachments of specialists, tried to save the diplomat, but did not have time. The Kossatian, who worked for the League, simply flattened him. He remembered the body of the ambassador, which was found on the captain's bridge. It was as if he was being thrown in different directions. Or was it something else. Possibly psionic magic.
  He pursued the kossatian in outer space. He managed to reveal his full potential. Having turned into a fiery creature, he flew after the terrorist throughout the space of Narva. He even stormed her ship, killed the guards and got there. When he pointed a gun at her, he called her a dragon. But she got angry. Cossati threw him back a hundred paces, so much so that he broke through the ship's walls. When Owen returned to the bridge again, intending to capture her, the alien disappeared.
  An elfurrka named Totkhemris said something about a kossatian. But what exactly - he did not remember.
"Okay, that's enough," Owen finally exclaimed.
  With great difficulty, he managed to take a couple of steps. Deep inside, he felt that his true potential was returning. He has always been different, special. Since childhood, he could turn into a fiery clot and control the power of the flame. And that flame flared up again.
  A fierce fury appeared in the Scorcher's eyes, engulfing his entire body throbbing with excitement. A glow would begin to emanate from an adept with a stronger tempo. He gazed at Ser'Qiraani and her entire retinue with utter hatred and disgust. Now he clearly realized that he understood everything. The look of this lizard had long been familiar to Owen.
“Tell me,” the Scorcher said in an evil voice, filling with magical power, “How long has the League conceived this plan? And what this time? I remember when you killed the Earth Ambassador. The Elfurr intercepted a radio message that spoke of a plan. A plan that will destroy the foundations of the universe, as you yourself have stated. You in the League have always been famous for loud speeches and plans. Is not it? Tell me, this is all the League's idea, right?
  These words made the alien woman shudder. The eyes of the entity began to transform into bright purple lights. Her whole face began to contort with unbridled bestial fury. The dragon warriors who were standing nearby immediately stirred. The same applies to Cha-Arun. The mysterious alien looked at Owen with hatred.
- And you, - the Scorcher turned towards Cha-Arun, - You are clearly not a man. They've awakened you from somewhere. Perhaps they found an old temple or laboratory, and then resurrected. This was also the plan. The League's plan to return to the real world a crazy alien who once poisoned the life of all Zarragen. Your religion, which you brought to the people along with the false prophets, is just a red herring. I'm right?
"What do you know, you wicked bastard?!" Cha-Arun shouted in a frenzy, shaking his luminous rod, - Was it I who poisoned Zarragen's life? But not themselves? People made sacrifices for me! They themselves slaughtered their beast to give it to me! It was their choice! I advise you to shut up, you little worm! You - killed so many of your relatives that it's scary to imagine! So many animals you put on the altars! So many innocent souls were killed on your hunts! And you still dare to reproach me!
'No, no, let him continue,' came Ser'Qiraani's voice. 'It will be interesting to know exactly what this idiot wants to say.
  The alien woman, although she was in a wild rage, nevertheless moderated her ardor. She obviously thought the warriors weren't going to make it out alive anyway. It was a trap with no way out.
Do you consider yourself a wise man? Cha-Arun exclaimed with the same emotion.
- Yes, now I understand everything, - Owen answered this, - And all your tricks with the destruction of the League ship over the sky of the Griffin .... All this was also a set-up. You planned it all from the start. Trotskevich and Lazitron were also aware, I'm sure. You have been spreading a new faith to eclipse the minds of mortals so that they lose the ability to think. To distract the Coalition. And then you flew here on your own, intending to lure us into a trap. Why us? Because we, like no one else, were tearing the League's ass day after day. Every day we fight with her army and win. And you set out to take revenge. It was you who destroyed the Coalition ships in orbit. All this was planned by you... Or maybe only by you, Ser'Qiraani.
- How interesting, - the one who even earlier called himself the prophet of Akh-Asura grinned maliciously, - You're just a detective! Don't say anything! It won't save you from death. Like the rest of the Griffin. You will choke on your own blood. I will personally arrange demonstration executions. Do you know who I am?
  Owen shook his head. Anyone could hide under the guise of Cha-Arun. Absolutely every creature. The League has long shown itself as an organization that rejects Light and Good. For a year now, rumors had circulated that the League was officially engaged in the occult. It is possible that Cha-Arun was their creation. Ser'Qiraani may have been personally involved in his awakening.
- I don't know who you are, - Scorcher answered honestly, - But I know that you can't stand it.
- No, my friend, - a terrible smile of the enemy spread over his entire face, touching even his cheeks, - If you knew, you were afraid. If not for Ser'Qiraani, I would have been a mere victim of suspended animation. But Ser'Qiraani and her minions saved me. And I'm generous with gifts. I gave the League technology and an ancient power that can move planets and stars in a matter of moments. This was the main plan. It is in this. It's not Kiraani that's the creepy evil here, Owen. And I.
  Transformations began immediately. Cha-Arun's face changed at a truly frenzied pace. Now his eyes already resembled the brightest scarlet spheres. The skin on his face was rapidly turning gray. There were shades of something demonic in it. The knights standing behind their masters prepared their weapons for battle. They knew that "the moment of truth had arrived." It's time to kill them all. Finish off Owen and all his mortal comrades.
“You are not an alien…” Scorcher whispered in horror.
  In all his long life, he had never had to deal with something supernatural. Usually the enemies were either alive or dead, but not in the middle. To meet an entity from ancient legends on your way seemed unrealistic. But now everything that used to be reality has turned upside down.
- No, - answered Cha-Arun, continuing to change his face, - Alien? .... This is only an understanding of primitive organisms that do not know about life outside their planet. But I'm neither one nor the other.
"You're a demon," Owen's lips said involuntarily.
  At this, Cha-Arun smiled ominously. He could barely contain himself from laughing out loud to the entire ship.
- You are right as never before, - followed the answer.
  The monster's voice no longer sounded like a human.

[BagaturKhan]

"Ten Executions"
The flagship cruiser of Vice Admiral Ahmanet User'Kaf.
Outer space Griffin.


  Agent Durh is terribly tired of all this talk. He fully supported his colleague Orpheus Maximus and the rest of the aliens. Ishken Derkh had heard enough of all sorts of councillors and seneschals who advocated a cautious advance without attracting attention. But time has long since passed. The League has already dealt monstrous damage to the Griffin, whose inhabitants so badly needed help and protection. But without reinforcements, all their deeds are doomed. Ishken understood this like no one else.
“That's enough,” Agent Durch repeated his words, stepping forward to the audience, “don't you understand? We need to capture Ser'Qiraani's flagship! Our brothers and sisters are dying! We need to infiltrate the flagship! Create a fireteam that will capture the alien! There is no other way! But the ship cannot be destroyed! I feel that our comrades are there! And I talked about it!
  Everyone, with the exception of only a few representatives of the Coalition, nodded in agreement. They began to give Ishken verbal support and clapped their hands in unison. Shouts of approval erupted from the briefing room. Almost everyone in the hall, the warriors, were tired of waiting. They were impatient to quickly end the threat of the League within the Griffin.
- Quiet! - Lando Sarovich's voice was suddenly heard.
  This farrukh has long won the respect of ship power. He was responsible for security and order on all decks. He terribly did not like the cacophony reigning in the hall. However, he, like many, stood up for the words of Ishken and the commander of Orpheus Maximus. He fully supported them. But the main decision was not theirs. And even Sarovich did not have the right to give orders to the flotilla.
  The decision remained only with the Vice Admiral. Lando immediately shifted his gaze towards the commander of the flotilla, while straightening his gray tunic.
Vice Admiral Ahmanet User'Kaf sat on the golden seat and was silent. The dark-haired and beautiful Elfurrian maiden, who had recently become the head of a large fleet, carefully considered her future plans. Tact did not allow her to shout rudeness at the creatures who arranged a farce in the hall. At least for now.... But nevertheless, she was very unhappy with the situation at the briefing. Plus, you could see in her eyes that she was very worried.
  Commander Ishken cautiously approached the Vice Admiral.
- Milady .... - Ishken said quietly, almost at the very ear of the president, - I beg you .... But I'm afraid that there is no other solution. Lady Totkhemris supports me.
There was silence in the hall for a moment. Almost dead silence enveloped the briefing room. All, as one, looked at the vice-admiral, followed her every movement. But not even a moment passed when Ahmanet abruptly jumped up from her chair. She straightened up to her full height, and everyone saw how tall she was. Warriors like her truly deserved to be heroes of legend. There were many myths about Ahmanet's courage throughout the Coalition.
  She took a couple of steps and soon stopped in front of her advisors. More recently, they argued that it is necessary to approach carefully and avoid direct contact, spend more time. But now that their eyes met the Vice Admiral's, their former thoughts faded into obscurity. Now they didn't even think about anything. They just sat and waited for a decision. And Ahmanet kept looking at them with her piercing gaze.
  Suddenly, the president drew her precious dagger from its scabbard and thrust it with all her might right into the table. She almost tripped over a bottle of water that one of the councilors had recently drank. The elderly navigator from the aranguto race immediately recoiled back, seriously frightened by Ahmanet.
“Our friends are in danger…” User'Kaf snarled angrily, her eyes blazing with flames, “In the name of Atum!” And you are sitting here ..... fools ..... And delay .... But delay, as you know, is like death! So what are we waiting for?! We're going through! Ser'Qiraani will be taken alive and brought to the Coalition's court! We've been trying to catch this terrorist for quite some time! It used to be classified information, but not now! Every time this beast ran away from us! Sikalba! Lagerta-3! Mars! Artandir Prime! And every time she shied away from responsibility! Now she has planned to destroy the whole system and has awakened a dangerous creature from the depths of antiquity! Her power is already greater than that of the entire Consistory of the Acheronian League! We must end it and free our friends! We are moving forward! And no but!
- Yes! Let's take the kossati live! shouts of encouragement were heard from all sides.
  The first one who vehemently supported the Vice Admiral was none other than Psi-Special Forces agent Ishken Derh. He expected such an answer. It simply could not be otherwise. User'Kaf endured for a long time, but finally her fury broke out. Ishken even liked the reaction of the officers to the vice admiral's attack.
- Let's take it alive! shouts were heard throughout the hall. - Destroy the bastards of the League!
  The gray-haired Orpheus Maximus, who was sitting nearby, realized with amazement that the tension in his soul was beginning to subside. Ahmanet made a worthy decision. And a little time will pass, as help will come to the call of the doomed.
 

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[BagaturKhan]

Owen finally realized that all his violent power was about to break free. He could no longer contain himself. The magical energy itself recovered from the shackles and filled the inflamed body of the warrior. The warrior's eyes began to rapidly fill with a blindingly bright fiery glow.
- If you are a demon, fire is your element, - Owen's menacing voice was heard.
  A moment later, the Scorcher released a monstrous magical force from himself. A powerful shock wave immediately hit everyone around the adept. She did not hurt only three of his friends, Balderan, Farinni and Osvaldo. From such a sudden attack, they immediately fell to the floor, throwing their swords. They covered their faces with their hands so as not to look at the power of the fire. And Owen's magic was truly something powerful and truly terrible.
  The shockwave swept over Cha-Arun and all of his cossatti minions. Only one Ser'Qiraani was lucky. She instantly teleported to the side so as not to get caught in the flames. The "Prophet" along with the hellish knights immediately took off into the air. Their bodies were engulfed everywhere by a monstrous fire. Cha-Arun screeched eeriely as he flew, so terribly that the screams almost split the space. The monster hit the iridescent walls of the room with all its might, and then collapsed to the ground. The knights flew in different directions, and already resembled flaming torches. Their heart-rending cries were heard throughout the hall. Cossatti burned alive from a blindingly bright fire. Their bodies rapidly turned to ashes. The sickening smell of burning flesh quickly filled the air. Owen destroyed the guards first and relieved them of a monstrous burden. From their mutilated burnt bodies, black clouds of steam instantly flew out, which immediately rushed high into the air.
  But Owen knew that Cha-Arun could not be destroyed so easily. He had already lost sight of the alien's body. But at the same time, the warrior felt that it would not work to kill such a creature at once. This thing is still around here somewhere.
  The burner wasn't wrong. Something made him turn back. Cha-Arun stood before him again in full battle garb. His skin had turned gray enough that it no longer looked like a human. The flames escaping from his eyes turned bright red, which made the monster even more sinister and creepy.
- Do you think you can save the Griffin? - the demon growled in a guttural voice, - Will you save people? What about people? People will continue to kill animals and themselves! Do you know how many bulls they slaughtered on the same Zarragen? It was not I who drenched the insides of these creatures, but they! People! I didn't make the sacrifice! And they! If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do it! But they like to constantly kill! Animals! Self-like! Other sentient beings! They're insatiable, Owen!
And they still have a chance! the sorcerer yelled loudly.
  The monster smiled again, this time so wide that dark lines cut across its cheeks.
“They had many chances, Owen,” replied Cha-Arun, “but their time is up today.
- I'll stop you! Scorcher shouted furiously. “You can't judge them! No, you can't be the judge!
  He attacked the mighty monster again. Owen rapidly released fiery jets from every part of his body. Furious flames engulfed Cha-Arun everywhere, and very soon the monster turned into a blindingly bright flaming ball.
  - Burn! Owen yelled even louder, releasing all his furious strength, - Burn!
- No! - Suddenly a monstrous voice was heard, even more terrible than before, - No! This won't kill me!

[BagaturKhan]

At that moment, the infernal flames instantly disappeared, turning into thick pillars of black smoke. Owen felt his strength begin to wane. He felt an incredible weakness deep inside. The cossatti burning all around immediately went out and collapsed to the ground, already reduced to hideous, half-burnt corpses.
  And then Scorcher felt himself flying high into the air. His body quickly flew several meters and hit the shimmering alien wall with all its might. His pain intensified exponentially. A whole wave of electrical impulses swept through the entire suffering body.
  Soon the same fate befell Owen's associates. They also lifted off the ground and crashed into the walls of this monstrous hall with all their might. Prada and Osvaldo collapsed on top of each other, almost breaking all their bones. Balderan injured several of his ribs and pierced his calf. This magical attack was truly serious.
"Did you really think you could kill me with fire?" - there was an otherworldly voice from somewhere above.
Owen immediately forced himself off the floor. He quickly lifted his pained body and found himself on his feet. True, now he felt an incredible aura of darkness around him. She became stronger and stronger, and soon began to infiltrate everything that was in this hall.
“You are a fool, Scorcher,” said that monstrous foreign voice again.
At the same moment, Owen flew up again and hit the wall with all his might. This time the blow was strong enough. The psionicist felt powerless for the first time in a long time. The fire no longer had any effect on the terrible creature that called itself Cha-Arun. Owen's spell power was simply useless.
- You will die alone, man, - the demon whispered from the unknown, - You will die here ..... And no one will remember you. You just disappear...
Not even a moment later, Cha-Arun appeared right in front of the Scorcher. Now he did not at all resemble his former incarnations. The ancient deity of the Zarrageni had been transformed, and now looked truly terrible. Looking into his eyes, Owen felt all the violent malice that emanated from this demon. From the realization of this power, he wanted to turn into a point and just disappear. An aura of fierce hatred flooded the monster and grew stronger every moment.
Now Cha-Arun looked like an infernal monster from the ancient legends of the Earth. His head was crowned with six horns that rushed high up. Armor and cloak were no longer present, and Scorcher beheld the creature's eerie scarlet body, eaten away by thousands of boils and bioluminescent growths. He had a great many eyes, and his nostrils were completely scattered all over his hellish face. Two ugly tongues burst out of a giant toothy mouth, which everywhere flooded with warts and abscesses. The stench engulfed the entire hall with all its violent might.
"People never change," the monster snarled as he grabbed Owen by the throat with his festering paw. "What do you think I was doing before the Elfurr pigs made me sleep?" I have traveled with people like you for many years. I saw what you were doing. And not just on Zarragen. I've been to a thousand worlds where people lived. But they still remain the same. They don't deserve mercy!
  With these words, he squeezed the Scorcher's body with frantic force, and then threw it up again. Before Owen collapsed to the floor, a monstrous creature appeared right in front of him from a ring of fire. The demon looked at the exhausted warrior with its bright purple eyes. A multitude of dazzling lights pierced the emaciated psionicist. The Scorcher felt that creepy, hate-filled look on him. He quickly drained all the strength out of him.
- I remember how you killed the bulls, - the monster roared, bending over the doomed body of the adept, - Do you think I asked for this? No... Of course not... You did your own deeds. You yourself! You people! I remember how you cut off the head of the unfortunate creature, and then sprinkled his blood on the altar! You enjoyed this pain! You enjoyed it, you enjoyed it immensely! And so it went on for millennia. Millennium, Owen! But karma does not sleep. Someday this must end! Someday you yourself must be on the altar! And today that day has come!
- But in this you are mistaken! - I heard a strange female voice behind the creature.

[BagaturKhan]

- We are called to the link, my lord!
  XO Ser'Fintari had been in disarray just a minute ago. The Draconid fleet, based in the Griffin Imperium system, nearly fell prey to the League. The armada, led by an unknown diamond-shaped galleon, fell upon the Coalition ships like locusts. The Ouroboros found out about this only an hour later. But they couldn't do anything.
Before the attack, the enemies knocked out all the draconian drones flying in the surrounding area. Plus, the enemy sent several saboteurs onto Ser'Terazim's ship, who blew themselves up near the shield installation. The explosion was quite powerful, even touching one generator of the Collapsed Passage. It took at least forty minutes to repair the power shields and other damaged devices. All this time, the flagship was actually on the verge of death.
  There was no communication until the Coalition fleet, led by Elfurr, entered the system. This is what made the blond Aislingess Ser'Fintari so happy. However, Ser'Terazim, standing nearby, was also not sad. The news of the arrival of reinforcements visibly encouraged him.
- Take the signal! - the super-admiral immediately commanded.
- Eat! I'm receiving the signal, Ser'Fintari replied.
  The rest of the draconians and Aislings on the bridge still hadn't recovered from what had happened. Many shuddered at the fact that they could not do anything while the enemy approached the Griffin. They learned about the massive attack, but could not arrive in time.
“The Dragon of Eternity is listening,” Aislingessa said.
  An image of a dark-haired Elfurrian maiden appeared on the central holo-projector. She was dressed in thick spacesuit-like armor that reached to her chin. One of her eyes was wearing a monocular that emitted a mysterious blue glow. Ser'Fintari and the crew immediately recognized the woman as Vice Admiral Ahmanet User'Kaf.
“This is Vice-Admiral User'Kaf, Elfurr Empire,” came the voice of the commander, who quickly spread throughout the captain's bridge.
'Glad to hear it,' growled Ser'Terazim at the top of his voice, 'We've been waiting for you!' The Griffin Imperium is under attack!
  Ahmanet nodded in understanding. Apparently, they had already received word of the serious attack and what happened after. They didn't have any interruptions in communication.
- Our scanners show that your ship was damaged, - Ahmanet's words were reported to the crew, - Should we send an auxiliary technical team?
- No! - the draconian naval commander answered clearly, - We have already done everything ourselves! We are ready to join the attack if needed!
  Ser'Fintari and the others immediately drew their blades from their scabbards. Aislingessa growled softly, revealing her dazzling white teeth. Thus, they showed that in which case they are ready to board. After all, they represented the millennial fleet of the Ouroboros. Everyone who served in it was ready for anything, including self-sacrifice.
- Well, great! - the image of the vice-admiral smiled slightly, - Support us with fire.
"Let me ask just one question," Ser'Terazim said suddenly.
  But Ahmanet already knew what the draconian commander would ask. She had anticipated this question beforehand.
- Who exactly attacked the Griffin? came the hologram's answer.
  Ser'Terazim nodded. That was the question he was going to ask the elfurrka.
“Ser'Qiraani,” Ahmanet said shortly.
  Standing next to Super Admiral, Ser'Fintari growled furiously. At the mention of this name, she was always overcome with anger. She knew perfectly well what this Kossattian was capable of, having connected herself with the forces of evil.
- Ser'Qiraani? - the naval commander asked with great amazement.
"Yes," User'Kaf replied. "That's her." Lieutenant General Ser'Qiraani of the Acheron League Secret Service. Previously, she worked in the diplomatic mission, but then moved to a higher level. She was instructed by the League command to carry out a whole series of sabotage. But there was also something else. The task was to awaken an ancient creature that she unearthed in the region of the planet Sunbatarr. In ancient times, on Zarragen, he was worshiped as a deity. But when he was expelled, his ship-mausoleum landed in the waters of Sanbatarr, and then sank. It was there that Ser'Qiraani discovered him. Chairman Sanbatarra learned of the League's operation on his planet. His spies saw a cryo-sarcophagus with a demon pulled out of the water. He wanted to hand over everything to the Coalition, but did not have time.
"And that's why they blew up that airbus," Ser'Fintari concluded, "and killed every member of the government, including Ambassador Zoltan Hadjihasanovic."
  She remembered that just recently the chairman of the Torian, a prominent figure in the Earth Alliance, had been killed. His airbus was torn apart, destroying everyone who was there. The explosion came from within. There was simply no other information. There was nothing of value left of the Airbus. Not even the black box survived. Among other things, League agents killed several Earth Alliance Secret Service officers working on Sunbatarr. They managed to hide all the evidence and prevent information from leaking.
“Ser'Qiraani awakened a demon of ancient times to help carry out the League's plans,” Ahmanet continued her speech, “He is on her flagship. But I've already sent a psionic and specialist fireteam there. They will knock out the monster and take Ser'Qiraani alive. She will be put on trial.
“For killing my sister, Kiraani deserves to die!” snarled Ser'Fintari angrily.
- And for the murder of five draconian messengers, - the draconian naval commander picked up, - So now she turned to the occult sciences.
  Ahmanet nodded in understanding. But at the same time, she remembered that Ser'Qiraani had over a million victims to her credit. The whole life of this lizard was spent in killing and destruction.
- Do not shoot at the flagship of the kossati, - the elfurr maiden said, - Deal with the ships around! But don't touch the flagship! Our agents are there now! They will do everything!
- I understand you! Ser'Terazim responded immediately, then turned to the crew members.
- Ouroboros! Complete obedience to the orders of Vice Admiral User'Kaf!
- Sir! Yes, sir! came the responses of the officers on the bridge.