292 The Progenitors (2)

Back on the primary battlefield, Beelzebub was slowly coming back to his senses. The attack on him was unexpected but the damage he received was much less than he had anticipated. However, he knew someone had intentionally lowered the output of the plasma cannon to make sure he survived. 

But even if he survived, the boy wouldn't have. After all, a lower civilization piece of crap wouldn't have high resistance to plasma attacks.

"My job here is accomplished, now all I have to do-" Beelzebub mumbled to himself but when his eyes fell on the boy he was shocked.

Ashton was completely unscathed. There wasn't a single burn mark anywhere on his body. This baffled Beelzebub who thought the boy would have turned into a roasted Zirogan. Much to his dismay, he was now in a worse condition than that of the earthling.  (Author's note: Zirogan is kinda like space pig.)

'How...?'