On the other side of the room, Elder Mortimer stood, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he let out a chuckle.
He had a cunning plan and had already informed the newly born Progenitor of his clan to prepare for what was coming.
Other elders, despite their communication devices being turned off due to the recent death of their Progenitor, had also heard about Mortimer's intentions and were intrigued by the person he had singled out as the main target.
"Old man Mortimer," one of the elders spoke up, looking at Mortimer through their synchronized communication devices.
"What makes this person so special? And why does he have the audacity to demand that you send your best fighters after him?"
The elder was curious, watching the figure of Murky on the screen and wondering what had happened between Mortimer and this seemingly ordinary human.
Mortimer, not one to hide his feelings, responded with a hint of disdain in his voice, "I just can't stand that man. There's something about him that really bothers me, and you'll soon understand why I chose him."
His frustration and anger towards Murky were clear, and he felt compelled to take matters into his own hands.
The public revelation of his alliance with Murky had pushed him to his limit, and now he was determined to deal with him seriously.
The other elders were surprised by Mortimer's openness.
They thought this old man was truly eccentric.
First, he had chosen this seemingly unimportant person for unknown reason as an Ultimate prey, and now he seemed intensely driven to see him hunted down.
The elders were confused, wondering what could have happened to make Mortimer so angry.
It was a strange scene unfolding before them.
"However, what you did could be considered cheating, couldn't it?"
Another elder interrupted, furrowing his brows as he watched Mortimer tell his newly born Blood Claw clan to awaken their hidden Blood Nanomites. The elder's voice carried a hint of accusation as he pointed out Mortimer's questionable actions.
"You basically told all the members of your clan to unleash their Nanomites prematurely. Isn't that unfair?"
Mortimer, undeterred by the question, replied confidently, "If any of my clan members succeed in eliminating him, I will personally reward them and make sure they don't have to participate in future hunts.
"This man must be eliminated quickly because I don't want him to further tarnish our reputation. And let it be known that I didn't awaken their blood; I simply guided them towards awakening by encouraging them to fight a strong opponent."
His words showed his determination and ruthlessness, making it clear that he would stop at nothing to bring about Murky's downfall.
The stage was set, the players were ready, and tension filled the air.
Elder Mortimer's plan had set off a series of events that would change their clan's history forever.
As the elders tried to understand the gravity of Mortimer's actions and the consequences that would follow, they felt a mix of curiosity, apprehension, and unease.
Little did they know that the unfolding drama would push their senses to the limit, testing their instincts, intuition, and ultimately their patience.
Meanwhile, Murky lay on the ground, his eyes closed, but he was fully aware of his surroundings.
Even though he appeared calm, with his heart beating fast, he could hear the restless movements of the Nematoceran hounds nearby.
Their restlessness indicated the presence of nearby creatures, and Murky knew this was not a time for relaxation.
Suddenly, he heard a sound that made him give a command.
"Deal with whatever it is. I don't have time to waste, and I'm tired," he said.
However, the Nematoceran hounds remained still, which amused him.
Little did he know that a moment later, a loud explosion would shake him to his core.
Kaboom!!
The shockwaves spread in the air, making his hair moved.
Murky couldn't help but sigh with frustration.
"How intelligent are these Progenitors? Do they really think I am unprepared?"
Unknown to them, Murky had anticipated their every move.
Knowinh that the Progenitors are being an assassin by nature, he had strategically placed small bones and branches to trip up any unsuspecting players or warriors from the Progenitor clans who dared to approach.
His loyal companion, Snow White, would then take care of the rest under the cover of darkness.
However, Snow White's behavior, commanding the loyalty of a hundred thousand dragons, seemed unusual.
In this new world, she is not unusual, Snow White was not just an NPC dragon; she was a manifestation of Murky's universal ability, ready to act upon his command.
Murky's confidence in her unwavering obedience remained unshaken upon his command.
After all, in this Alien versus Progenitors world, she is just an ability, no the dragon in the Taming Hundred thousands of dragons.
"Do these foolish Progenitors really believe they have created Nanomites and other advanced technologies? Or have they simply salvaged remnants from other civilizations, passing them off as their own?"
Murky scoffed, expressing his disdain for the Progenitors as a whole.
Suddenly, a Progenitor appeared before him, a clear display of Murky's audacity.
"Such arrogance," Murky muttered quietly as he stood up.
He knew all too well that Predators, like this Progenitor, relished the opportunity for one-on-one combat when faced with dire circumstances or the desire to prove their strength.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Elder Mortimer felt an overwhelming surge of joy, as if he were on cloud nine.
"Yes!
"That's it!
"Challenge him!"
He exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.
The death of one of his elite clan members had ignited a burning rage within him, the source of which remained a mystery.
Mortimer realized that he couldn't simply eliminate Murky in the usual way.
Instead, he saw an opportunity—a trial of combat that would determine the fate of both parties involved.
Meanwhile, as the Progenitor revealed his awakened blood claw, Murky stood up, holding his spear and shield.
A smile appeared on his face, relieving his previous boredom.
"Finally, someone to make things interesting," he said, looking directly at the Elder Progenitor.
Meanwhile, Elder Mortimer, using his advanced technology crystal ball to observe the unfolding scene, felt uneasy.
He wondered why Murky showed no fear.
After all, humans are usually seen as fragile creatures. Mortimer couldn't help but question the unusual behavior displayed by Murky.
Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Murky dropped his weapons to the ground, keeping only his cape.
Immediately, he pointed first at the Vampire Progenitor, then at his own groin and neck, shaking his head in disagreement.
After that, Murky then clenched his fist, raising it towards the Progenitor.
It became clear that Murky was challenging the Progenitor to a hand-to-hand combat, without targeting sensitive areas like the neck or groin.
He wanted a fair fight, relying solely on their fists.
The Vampire Progenitor, initially taken aback by Murky's unexpected actions, quickly regained his composure.
A smirk formed on his face as he accepted the challenge.
He swiftly discarded his own weapons, ready to engage in this unconventional duel.
Clang! Clang!
Finally, soon, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation as the two opponents faced each other, prepared to settle their differences through physical combat.
The spectators, including Elder Mortimer, were captivated by Murky's audacity and determination to fight this way.
What they didn't know, was that, it was a clash between beings from different worlds, each driven by their own motivations, about to engage in a battle that would determine their destinies.