Blood Type: Dragon

Arkhoz could not help but be surprised by the voice. The Arkhan's have been training to learn telepathic communication for a long time if they willed but only learned the single-channel or one on one communication with a specific distance or boundary. They struggled to communicate to multiple persons due to incomplete scrolls the skill was based from.

As it appears, the Guardians managed to solve the singular communication problem and were able to communicate via telepathy to multiple persons at the same time! Arkhoz could not help but envy the Guardian's learning potentials thanks to their access to the Great Library of Ancient Humans.

After calming down, everyone in Arkhoz's team listened intently to the voice in their heads.

"The Dragons are here to save the dragon you guys hunted. Although it is still a mystery for us because it is not in their nature to help those who are currently ongoing their Tribulation of Light. But one thing I am sure is that they have already spotted you from thousand of miles away and once the dragons caught up to you guys, they would surely grab this rare opportunity to shred you into pieces as a little payback for the dragons you guys have slain."

Gulp.

Everyone continued to listen to the voice of the Guardians representative hoping for any chance. The Guardians finally stopped shooting them and sent them his condition.

"Now, if you will drop that dragon and surrender to us, I can at least make a little arrangement to spare you guys from the incoming Dragons; but if not, I will have to destroy you guys here and now. How does it sound?"

The Guardian representative's voice was full of confidence and Arkhoz and his team were well aware of what they can do.

Arkhoz remained quiet for a long time and looked at the monitor showing the flying container metal that has Lesse inside it.

It was the box that could help break through the next level of his power advancement but who would have thought that it would lead him to his current dilemma.

Everyone of Arkhoz's men looked like they have aged in an instant. Is this the end of their life? Will they rot in the Guardian's cell? Or burn to pieces by their weapons? Or shred to bits in the fang of the incoming dragons? Which would it be?

Questions continued to loom in their minds when Arkhoz finally talked.

His eyes were still burning with determination.

"Our race may have come from your lineage but we are not the same. We are far superior to you stupid Guardians! Who do you think you are to command us? To command me?! I am Arkhoz of the Eight Branch family! Remember that! We, of the Arkhan race, will never bow down to any race in this world, may it be Dragons, Elementals, Spirituals or even to you, the weak and stupid, Guardians!"

And with quick hands, Arkhoz reactivated the communication channel and issued his next command:

"Activate the emergency protocol. It's time for operation Flying Kamikazee!"

With his hearts steeled and mind fixed. Arkhoz refused to give up despite the pressure. Considering they have no more weapons at their disposal, they are planning to crash against the Planes of the Guardians!

Arkhoz's men immediately turned back to face the hidden firing squad of the Guardians. By spending their remaining energy in enforcing the energy shields in their Jets, they aimed to destroy their pursuer with nothing but brute force even at the expense of their own life.

Arkhoz in the meantime has different plans. A glimpse of a mischievous smile slowly crept into his face. With a powerful snap of his palm, the pilot of his Jet was knocked unconscious and he quickly took over the controls.

With a sudden burst, his ship separated from the group and dived straight at Elric's direction at a speed faster than the sound!