©WebNovelPub
PREVIEW
... entaurian seed squad. With their new king — the strongest combatant — now dead, the remaining warriors were no match for Lothar, not even if three of them combined forces. The atmosphere of despair mingled with the stench of blood, composing a tragic symphony in the heart of the primeval jungle.
Silver combat boots, glinting coldly under the sunlight, stepped across the bodies of fifty Centaurians, halting before the escape ship's hatch.
"Woz, rewrite the program."
"Under ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE