A New Commander?, a large breasted one at that

Julian's gaze was lambent. The armour was sophisticated, and he just felt that he would soon learn more about it.

He paused and exhaled as he stared at the scene.

Hurijaa wasn't kidding when she said they had many weapons.

He was seeing tanks, large and bulky, flying in the air. These tanks were a mixture of a jet and a tank. One bomb from it killed about thirteen of the Imperium's soldiers as it was shot.

Julian had a feeling this was going to be easy. He could also see what looked like motorcycles, but they had large tires and engines that vibrated as they moved.

He concluded that perhaps the horny Empress was right, and maybe he shouldn't be here now, it was unnecessary.

He should be inside, fucking the horny Empress's large ass. He almost regretted coming here for a second.

He had even decided to go back inside and continue with the kinky Empress.

But then—

Crack!

The cracking of engines.

Julian briskly looked at the sky, and what did he see?

Three of the flying spaceships were merging together.

The transformation looked impossible.

The spaceships split in half, parts disengaging, windows cracking, steering hissing.

Finally, with a large explosion, Julian heard:

BOOM!

It stunned him for a second and almost made him afraid.

He blinked, and when he looked up, he saw—

Standing almost 12 feet tall, a prodigious robotic-looking thing.

It had massive arms, tall enormous feet, a large steel chest, and worst of all, a fist twice the size of Julian's body.

Julian looked at the battle scene. All of the Imperium's soldiers, who had been a little scared before, were now smiling.

Julian cursed under his breath. He had been overconfident, and in that little moment, he had underestimated the Archos Imperium.

What swallowed his thoughts now was:

'Where is the commander of this mission?'

He looked around and sighed.

"Damn, they're without any commander."

Before he knew what was happening, he heard a very loud sibilant sound (quite a contrast).

He looked to the sky again, seeing a large spaceship descending.

He gritted his teeth.

That must contain the commander.

Julian decided to hide.

He ran over to the remains of an exploded building and crouched beside it, using it as a shield—not to protect but to hide, so as not to be seen.

Gyyyyyyooooo!

The monolithic spaceship came down.

Seisymy soldiers sent bombs toward it, but a glass-like shield enveloped it, swerving the bombs back to the sender.

Boom!

The Seisymy tanks that launched it exploded, the soldiers inside dying.

Julian summoned the Costral Blade, along with the Galactic Shield. His mouth was a grim line.

Thoom!

The spaceship landed, and Julian gazed at it with all the strength he could muster. He didn't want to miss a single thing. He wanted to see who the commander was. He expected the one who killed Luiin, though he wouldn't mind going up against him in plain sight and removing his kidney.

He held his breath in anticipation, his heart thumping with a fast rhythm, his gaze flickering a fluorescent color, thanks to the helmet, which made his eyes glow bright white and sometimes other colors.

It depended on the occasion, though.

When the door of the spaceship opened, with Julian squinting his eyes, firmly gripping his sword, he saw—

Surprise!

He almost gasped and then released the breath he had held for so long that he had forgotten about it (seriously, he forgot).

'How...' he whispered, too stunned to do anything.

It was a large-breasted female commander, clothed in a knight-like attire, only that this seemed like steel and leather merged together, tight and highlighting every curve.

"What's the obsession with large breasts?" he exclaimed under his breath, though not too loudly to attract the Imperium's soldiers.

He looked at the commander again. Her breasts were so massive, so round and… and so perfect he couldn't help but be awed.

An alien guard was beside her. He had six hands, each holding a different gun.

The female commander turned, her back now visible to Julian, who couldn't help but stare.

She had a very large ass, and Julian doubted she'd be able to move with those large things of hers.

Come to think of it. You have a large ass and an enormous set of breasts, how would you even be able to move, and at that, in battle?

He doubted it.

Nonetheless, he observed, ready to sprout into action any second now.

He immediately thought of something. He had totally forgotten that he had to collect chips from the bodies of dead alien soldiers, as that would contribute to his system.

Exion Fragments!

Damn!

He remembered:

> [When you absorb a chip, it becomes an Exion Fragment, which contributes to your System Sync progress.]

Julian cursed. He had totally forgotten. Bending down, he silently went over to the dead soldiers he had murdered earlier.

He checked the side of their ears and found chips, which he collected and held in his left hand, clenching it to absorb.

They disappeared. With a crystal-like motion, it seemed like they were dissolving.

Suddenly, Julian heard a soft hum, more like a sound, actually.

He squinted his eyes and looked forward. He didn't know if it was only him that could see it, but there were words floating in the air, in block letters:

> Exion Fragments: 6/500

Julian nodded in the affirmative,not that he was agreeing to anything, but he was understanding something.

When collecting the fragments, this might sound impossible, but he didn't actually count them. He had roughly guessed 3 or 4, but was now surprised he had gotten six.

The reason was simple. A chip doesn't necessarily mean it should be the same. As he had learned when getting his system, there were many types of chips, fragments, rather, and they came in different sizes and shapes.

Probably, in this case, there were smaller ones hidden under the larger ones, that was the most likely explanation at this point.

Although Julian didn't know how to differentiate between a Shield Core Fragment, a Damiegs Fragment, or a Geidys Fragment, he didn't really care, as that didn't matter much.

He sighed and was about to turn back when—

A cold steel met him at the neck.