Blood Type: Dragon

Arkhoz could not help but frown in his realization.

"So they choose to abandon us instead of giving us back up...." Arkhoz fell into a quick regret as he clinched his hands in anger.

"Well, that is as expected. They would rather lose our team than risk exposing their location to the real Guardians. After all, we are descendants of a turncoat Guardian who broke their law."

Arkhoz tried to relaxed himself when another news broke his momentary silence.

"Commander, I have detected a total of twelve dragons incoming to our location! They have us surrounded and are coming in from different directions!"

Arkhoz fell into shock as he heard the report.

"So the Guardians are just staling them time for the flying lizards to come and save their little princes huh. The most pathetic kind of humans who refuse to stomp those dragons when they have the chance are the real definition of weakness!"

Every member of Arkhan's race hated the Guardians due to the latter from refusing to immerse themselves to the chance of evolving into a more refined version with the help of Dragon's blood and meat!

Meanwhile, the hidden Guardianship continued to follow them from the sides, refusing to be left behind.

In terms of technological advantage, the Guardian's technology is on par with Arkansas, after all, the Arkhan's technology is stolen from the Guardian's great library thanks to their scheming and traitor supreme leader Khan who used to be one of the top echelons of The Guardian's society.

Arkhoz recomposed himself inside the jet he was in.

"What should we do now commander?" The pilot of the jet who also happens to be the leader of the Strike Team A asked him.

"We are surrounded by the Guardians, twelve dragons are coming in our way, our mother ship abandoned us, we are in a middle of an incoming Tribulation and a Human with mysterious presence is standing below. What else could make this night beautiful?"

"..."

The pilot fell into an abrupt as he suddenly realized their worst situation is slowly unfolding before him. Everyone felt their regrets suffocating their throats. They may have fared a better result if only they waited for the other teams before hunting the dragon.

The members could not help but blame Arkhoz for his reckless decision a while ago that lead them to their current battle.

Not to mention, they are all nothing but flying tin cans at the moment with no means to fight back against the incoming Dragons, much less to the tailing Guardians!

"I have a better proposition to your kids.." The intruding voice from the Guardians suddenly sounded in everyone's mind.

What the? Is this a multi-channeled telepathic communication?