Soros: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Alien - Human Military Romance) Read Online Free PDF

his uncle when he had been younger. Both assumed the world had to compensate for their failures, that it owed them easy victories and respect they hadn't earned.
    Both of them had been taught humility through Soros’ sword, but had been reluctant to learn it.
    It was his failure, he supposed, that he hadn't been able to beat that insufferable quality of believing they were owed something out of either of them.
    "You mean Old Ustra," Tetakh said. "My uncle told me about him. He refused to do his duty to his lord as well."
    "Commanders of Dolon Hall owe no clan lord their service."
    "So you keep saying and look where that got your old master," Tetakh replied with ease that told Soros exactly how little the warrior understood the danger he was in. “It is time to choose sides, Commander. Either you side with those scum in the Union and Nadar Brenger, or you side with those who want what is best for Corgans and choose Turian. There are no other options.”
    He had just sealed his death sentence. Soros' eyes flickered to the younger brother, Tereck, whose horrified gaze said that he, at least, realized that.
    "And you, Tereck," Soros turned to him. "Why are you here?"
    The younger of the two had always had more sense, he knew, but it wasn't enough. Turian ruled his world with an iron fist and it wasn't easy to stand up to him. Yet Soros saw regret in Tereck.
    "Our uncle is coming," he said. "No matter what happens here today, commander, he will not leave you be."
    That figured. Soros had assumed as much, which was why he had no intention of being found until he'd decided what he was going to do about it. Killing all the clan lords seemed tempting, but ultimately fruitless. All he knew was that it couldn't go on like this.
    "Very well," Soros said, pulling his twin swords free.
    They all attacked once, at least. Dodging the blows and moving between razor-sharp blades, Soros was glad to see that. It meant he had managed to teach something to those bastards. When faced with a powerful enemy, standing in line was only good enough for dying in order.
    All of them had tried to wound him, waiting before the gates of Dolon Hall and within them, but just as they'd failed then, so did their attempts fall short now. Soros knew them all, predicted the strikes of their swords before they even knew what they were going for themselves.
    He moved quickly and methodically, cutting through his attackers’ weak spots. The twin blades in his hands, the signature weapons of Corgan warriors, twirled and stroke out to leave the other warriors lying on the ground screaming. Some had their feet sliced clean off, others held on to limbs barely hanging by straps of skin.
    The ground beneath Soros’ feet was littered with limbs and flesh and blood when he stopped at last, like a hurricane that had gone over the clearing observing the damage he'd done. He hadn't killed anyone, as evident by the gut-wrenching screams that filled the forest.
    Except Tetakh. Turian's precious heir laid in a pool of his blood, guts spilled out all over him. Soros knew the clan lord would care nothing for the others, but losing Tetakh would be a blow.
    Still, he wouldn't have done it if he thought the boy was any better than his uncle. He was practically a mirror image.
    Tereck was crawling to his older brother with only his right arm to support himself on, his eyes filled with blood and terror. When his gaze fell upon Soros, it was like he was seeing a demon.
    The warlord knew Tereck was redeemable, which was why he had let him off so easily. Missing limbs were nothing to Corgan priests, but it would take a lot of time to get the flexibility and gracefulness of movement back.
    Wiping his blades clean on his short cloak, Soros looked at the groaning, gargling warriors lying before his feet before turning back to Tereck.
    "When your uncle gets here, show him your brother," he said. "If he decides to come after me, make sure he knows I won't be as merciful to him."
    With that, he