Epsilon had dazed Rabial yet one more time, but once he got his hands on what he wanted, and finished saying his part, he did not wait a moment longer at the Underbroom Research Center. He vanished from the Center and appeared in his home.
After taking a calming breath, Epsilon first inspected whether the drones were in order and if anything was amiss. At present, his total funds equaled 13 Void Stones. He already began thinking about what his next project should be, where these could come in handy. Once the drones project was completed, at present, there was nothing that he needed to complete urgently.
As if sensing danger, Epsilon let out a sharp breath and rose high up in the air using his magical energy. Not even three seconds passed, and his house exploded, engulfed in the residual fire.
“Boooom”
Epsilon was shocked into a rage. He activated his magical sense to its fullest and inspected his surroundings.
“Who attacked me! Who exploded my house?”
Going all out in his fury, he used a mind-command, and 30 Needle-Drones took flight lining up behind him, forming a neat air-borne team of 30 drones and one human.
Soon after, Epsilon detected something but it was not from underground or even the planet itself; it appeared to be coming from outer space. He turned his sight towards the sky, a vein in his forehead throbbing with anger.
Using magical energy to enhance his body, he noticed a space vessel that looked like a satellite-like structure. At this very moment, it appeared to be locking its target on him.
Epsilon sneered and whispered.
“Locking Counter.”
With this command, the green-colored satellite was unable to target him. Epsilon created this ability to protect himself just now. It was not a complex spell. He simply manipulated the molecules and atoms around him into a mess that in turn stopped any weapon from recognizing their target.
He then proceeded to counter the attack without any hesitation.
“Needle-Drones, destroy that satellite!”
Heeding his order, all 30 of the Needle-Drones shot towards the sky, similar to the speed and power of an arrow being fired with full might.
About 15 seconds later, Epsilon too got out from the planet as he smiled. This could be considered a maiden experience for him, who had so far seen multiple dimensions and battles that not many would have encountered. The green satellite was in the shape of a spider. He did know why they attacked him but the Needle-Drones had started firing at the satellite already.
In response, small-sized spaceships, shaped like different kinds of arachnoids, left the satellite, looking to stop the 30 Needle-Drones. Moments later, the two sides engaged in a space battle.
This was Epsilon’s first-ever space battle. He fought on the side of caution and focused only on commanding the Needle-Drones. The arachnoid-space drones too had an energy shield protecting them but with his vision, Epsilon could see that the protection of his drones was better than the green-colored spider satellite. He created a Plasma Bomb, and the upgraded Vacuum Bomb, which he then teleported to the Plasma Bomb using quantum teleportation.
He used the same tactic to put the bomb on top of the spider satellite. Seconds later, the bomb exploded, dealing serious punishment to the satellite. They were in the void, in space. The planet Epsilon lived on was behind him and the main enemy satellite in front of him was damaged significantly. If Epsilon wanted, he could just create more Plasma Bombs and finish the satellite; right now, they were at his mercy.
The Needle-Drones destroyed the other spider drones without any hurdle. Three minutes later, the spider-drones attacks became weirder with cob-web shaped lasers shooting out. However, due to the magnetic defence of the Needle-Drones, this attack was not very effective.
This was not to say the spider-drones were weak. If they were targeting any other human or even a more magically superior race like the Werfurs, they could have used their lock ability to finish the target without even needing to mobilize their fighter drones.
However, it was their misfortune they chose to attack Epsilon.
Once Epsilon brought the enemy group down to their knees, he used magical energy to communicate with them. Given the distance, anything else would be futile anyway.
“Why did you attack me unprovoked?”
After a few seconds of silence, an answer echoed.
“We did not know that Planet Eriso, which is a given name to the planet you are residing on, has you on it. We just wanted to destroy your drones so that they would not pose any danger to us.”
Epsilon was unconvinced. He asked.
“Who are you to just come to a planet and start attacking it?”
The answer once again came after a few seconds gap.
“We are the Green-Legged Spiders, an interstellar race from five lightyears away, from the star system Agrimo Star System. Our crew and ship, the Green-Colored Spider Sattelite, entered a nebula and then we found ourselves here. Our systems are not working other than entering the planet you are on. We have no chance to survive.”
Epsilon was processing all the information thrown at him in that answer and then asked one more question.
“Why did you directly attack? With your technology, you could just land on the planet.”
The Green-Colored Spider Sattelite answered.
“We would do that if we could establish contact with you on the planet. Space has one rule. If a being is as strong as you and had no banners or means of communication, they are referred to as pirates and hence enemies.”
“Your drones were capable of endangering us and you had no conventional communication means. That makes you an enemy.”
Epsilon found himself slightly embarrassed and at a loss at the same time. He lowered his head and said.
“So, you thought I am a pirate on this planet who had the power to destroy you. Therefore, you made a plan to destroy me, the person who was controlling the tech that you found threatening because you could not ascertain who I am. Am I right?”
The Green-Legged Spider answered.
“Yes, you are right.”
Epsilon took a deep breath and then asked.
“Alright then, we have no animosity. One of you can come out and we can meet face-to-face.”
A simple response came to this proposition.
“We cannot come out.”
Epsilon was now beginning to doubt their behavior. He furrowed his brows and asked.
“Why not?”
A calm reply came back.
“Even though we are a fully technologically advanced race, our body cannot withstand space. If we want to talk, it is best that we do this on the planet instead of out here.”
Epsilon’s face was a bit flushed, as he felt embarrassed a second time in his dialogue with this race.
