The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 332: enthusiastic fighting

Fire! Burning hot fire; this was what filled the region of the battle where King and Dickson reigned supreme as the absolute overlords.

Both were already in their game, and they were absolutely killing it. Since their debut into the battle, they just kept on wreaking disaster everywhere with no care of the world.

King didnt know why he felt like this, but this was already seeming to be his most exciting battle to date.

Perhaps, it was because he just fought for himself and his insatiable desire to obtain more bomb samples before.

But now, fighting with the knowledge that the fate of a whole city was resting on his shoulders brought him a strange feeling that he was not familiar with.

He felt heroic for the first time; what a nice feeling it was!

Burn!

Boom! Boom!

His huge custom-made bomb launcher kept on shooting the mischievous little things out as they ravaged the battlefield without any feeling of remorse, it was a complete wiping.

Unlike the soldiers using conventional weapons, one shot of his was guaranteed to reap the lives of at least 2 dozen soldiers.

It was an expensive way of fighting, but he had enough of them in reserve. As a bomb sample collector from his teenage years, he was not sure if he would ever get out of bombs to use.

And most especially now when he just came from the Aragan research lab where he looted a ton of the stuff. Unlike Dickson that had storage problems then, he had a custom-made contracted space bag for his missions.

The space inside was enough for him to store as much as he wanted, though he felt a little regret that he was not able to loot all the bombs due to the sheer number of them.

The ones that he looted could last him decades if he decided to use them prudently, but unfortunately, he was not prudent.

Yah, yah, yah!

His hands just kept rotating around the battlefield as bomb after bomb came out of his bomb launcher, he did not forget to cheer with the sweet sound of the explosions. It always made his blood pressure rise higher.

His exotic boots spewed out blue energy as they carried him around the battlefield like he was a gold medal Olympian of the 21st century, it just felt so good, and cool also.

As he enjoyed himself, Dickson was not about to be left out too.

Though his fighting style was much less flashy, and mostly like that of a turtle hiding behind its shell, he was not using that currently.

He moved through the battlefield heavily like a lumbering truck under the control of a drunk driver, he bulldozed everywhere, his enormous shield smacking terrorists to meat paste left and right.

Nobody could injure him, so why defend? And who the hell said that shields could only be used to defend? Smash the hell out of them!

Bam! Bam!

This was the only sound that could be heard wherever he went, accompanied by the squelching sound of flesh being crushed at times as he ravaged through the battlefield like the hulk.

Despite his effectiveness on the battlefield, he still envied King a bit. I want a bomb launcher too.

Seeing their 2 leaders fight indomitably on the battlefield, Albert, Jason, and his cliques eyes blazed like stars in the night sky.

Unlike the others, Albert donned an electronic black eyeglass also. He didnt have any reason for that, it was just that it made him look like a don, and it was super freakishly cool too.

Though he was nowhere as effective as King, he was close to Dickson in the amount of destruction that he wrath on the battlefield.

His spears were like the scepter of death as he deleted terrorist lives one after the other from the battlefield like he was the master of purgatory. None of his opponents could survive more than 3 blows from his spear.

He loved to use his different gadgets and machines right now as they would surely up his killing speed by considerable margins, but sadly he could not. He felt like crying.

After Clark took him as a student, one of the main things that he emphasized was that he should not rely on artificial gadgets too much in battles.

He felt sour, but he knew that his master was right; he could only grudgingly accept the order to please his master.

Despite this handicap, he was still killing it on the battlefield.

The terrorists were just too disadvantaged now, having lost hope and all motivation to battle, their resistance became a lot lesser, granting the soldiers easier kills.

1st invisible sir is still the best, Invisible!

Jasons eyes glittered like diamonds were actually inside its depths, a soldier close to him shuddered as he felt like he just saw a reflection of his bald head from deep inside this freaks head.

Not paying attention to anyone around him, Jason turned to face his subordinates who were more or less his friends.

They were already battling for minutes, but they finally wanted to give their all. Seeing the enthusiasm coming from his friends, his smile widened. Are you ready?

Yes!! They practically yelled at him, it only made him grin widely.

For the Invisible sirs!

FOR THE INVISIBLE SIRS!

The sound was even louder than that of the explosions rocking the battlefield. By the time the nearby soldiers looked over, they were not there again.

Why should they be there? They were already deep inside the battlefield, close to where their idol fought, the 1st invisible sir.

Sigh.

The Vatican soldiers felt that they just heard the shield-wielding soldier sigh, but they were not sure so they turned to face their battle enthusiastically.

As soon as Jason and his friends got close to Dicksons position, they let loose, pounding, stabbing, slashing, even hugging terrorists left and right as they showed the filthy man-killers what they were made off.

As soon as the shield came out, the situation already turned against the terrorists. They had no hopes at all.

They were just prolonging the battle to bleed their enemies a bit, but the soldiers were more than happy to play with them.

As they fought in melee battles, at the back the exotic military vehicles were not idle. The tanks kept on propelling projectiles into their midst, bullets raked everywhere, making parts of the battlefield become bald.

Nothing could save the terrorists now, the only thing that could turn a situation like this around was battleships. But that was not an option.

[Rule 1.8 of the big 5 war constitution: Battleships are banned from battles involving small parties, and skirmishes- scroll down to know more about the rules and regulations.]

[If battleships must be used, it must be a battle to the death where a whole country is either annexed or destroyed.]

[Any small battle that was discovered to involve battleships, all participants of the battle will face the combined wrath of the big 5.]

[Signatory: Presidents of the big 5.]

This was the reason why in all the battles Clark has fought in since his career started as a soldier, none of them involved battleships.

Battleships were weapons of mass destruction, if they were used too frequently the earth would have been destroyed long ago. The great battle of supremacy taught humanity a lot of lessons.

Commander Titus indeed had the thought cross his mind, the thought to call for battleship support but he dared not. Only a fool dares to cross the boundaries set by the big 5.

He could only sigh in regret.

This time, I failed.

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