The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4827

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Chapter 4827 Cycle of Death

The surrender of Great Chief Jaharon himself represented the final act of submission from the remnants of the pescan race to the Larkinson Clan.

It took great humility and forbearance for a once-powerful leader to admit the dire circumstances of his people.

The most rational choice had always been to beg the humans to take the pescans in as slaves, but how many sentient beings were truly willing to bow their heads and give up whatever freedom they had left?

It was one thing to be born as a slave or a serf, but the pescans had once lived pretty good lives just a decade ago. The group that had managed to guarantee their continued survival by hiding inside an obscure pocket space happened to consist of the leader and his hand-picked men from the most powerful polity of the former pescan civilization that once dominated the planet.

Each of them used to be political leaders, senior military leaders, elite soldiers, experienced engineers and seasoned researchers.

Now, these tall and oddly-proportioned humanoid aliens had all dropped down to the bottom of another society's totem pole.

As non-humans in a great civilization where only humans were tolerated, the lives of the pescans while remaining in captivity would undoubtedly be a downgrade to the kind of life enjoyed before.

Even their attempts to build up a basic society inside this dreary prison facility was better because they could at least make their own decisions!

Now, these pescans all became downcast because they lost the final quality that every sentient organism cherished. Freedom never sounded all that valuable. Too many humans and aliens took it for granted when they had it in abundance.

It was only when others took away their freedom that they truly understood how much of themselves they gave away.

In order to prevent the pescans from generating any dangerous ideas and to impress upon them that they did not surrender in vain, Ves continued to make a show of force.

He may not be able to bluff them anymore with Ketis acting like a wrathful goddess who had descended from heaven, he could still resort to other tricks.

Aside from summoning a 'death goddess' in the form of Helena, Ves had fully unleashed his glow, allowing him to present a more powerful version of himself.

It was all smoke and mirrors, to be honest. If the pescans had not given up their resistance and came down with their weapons, they would have been able to do a lot of damage.

Fortunately, the pescans did not show any signs of finding out that they had been fooled. They fully regarded Ves and Helena as gods. Even if there were differences between the gods native to the Red Ocean and these two odd human deities, power was still power. It was the nature of lower life forms to inherently recognize the superiority of higher life forms.

When Great Chief Jaharon finally presented himself to the apparent leader of the human forces, he studied the patriarch of the Larkinson Clan carefully.

As an alien that had spent years observing the happenings of the humans that had taken his old city-state as their new homes, the various workers and officials in the Government District often mentioned the Larkinson Clan.

This was especially the case in the last half year. Ever since the Larkinsons commenced the Trailblazer Expedition, they seemed to accomplish one shocking feat after another.

Jaharon never realized that the public perception of the Larkinsons did not match their true strength at all. It was already remarkable for this clan to have one 'god' among its ranks, but three of them was absolutely astonishing!

In the galactic community of the Red Ocean, the presence or absence of a phase lord was an important criteria of strength and prestige. Their role was equivalent to that of high-ranking mech pilots in human society.

When Ves studied the highest remaining leader of the pescan race with his eyes and other senses, he immediately understood Jaharon's basic circumstances.

The great chief was fairly old and looked to be a lot wiser than his more ignorant subordinates. His humanoid body was over 3 meters tall but his advanced age had diminished his once-strong body. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

As an individual who could barely call himself a phase lord, Ves could clearly sense that Jaharon did not contain a speck of phasewater in his body.

This disappointed Ves a bit, but he had already foreseen this outcome. If even ambitious leaders from the major alien races found it troublesome to integrate phasewater in their bodies, then the members of minor races such as the pescan faced a steeper hurdle!

"Jaharon." Ves spoke the alien's name. "Welcome to your new life. You have made a wise decision. As long as you continue to serve my clan and keep your former subordinates in line while you stay in your new home, we will grant you minor privileges such as better food and access to technology."

The former great chief bent his head even further as acknowledgement of the new reality for his race.

[Pescan living must protect in your god. Will not stab as god as survive.]

Helena's expression turned funny after hearing the translated words produced by a gadget attached to the alien's neck.

"He needs a better translator. There is little point in conversing with this alien if he can only say awful words."

Ves could actually communicate with the alien without needing any translators at all, but he was too tired and weary to bother with such measures. He merely wanted to make sure that Jaharon remained docile.

"I am not the most powerful individual in my society, but do not underestimate my influence. I will keep you and your fellow pescans out of the hands of the Davutans and the mechers, but that is only on the premise that you hold value to my clan. Do not cause trouble and you shall be fine, is that clear?"

Ves engaged the alien leader in an awkward conversation before he waved the alien away. He had already lost interest in the great chief as the pescan was not even a phase lord.