Guild Wars Chapter 1303 The Slaughter 3

1303  The Slaughter 3

"This is outrageous!" Metro Van Duyn roared as he smashed the desk with his fist, his expression one of utter fury.

The rest of the council members silently watched the real-time broadcast of the decimation of the army unit with similarly cold faces. They were not that impressed by the feat achieved by the group, as it was not enough to make them feel wary.

David Collins was the only one grinning widely, the silver rings within his brown eyes glowing as he watched the display with relish. The others mostly needed the video display to slow down the playback speed in order to follow the activities, but he was the only one watching at normal speed.

"Utter rubbish. Who decided to deploy these weakling trash? The Central Country's military force may be the best, but that is only for suppressing the common man. Beings like these need special units to be dealt with," Rosa Astor said with an expression of disgust.

"No, these weapons are obsolete, from the early years of the century. The truly powerful technology developed during World War 3 has not yet been put to use, and it is suitable for testing them," Leero Ona.s.sis disagreed calmly, flicking through recorded data.

"Why are we wasting time?! Just send down a nuke or two to clear them out and be done with it!" Franklin DuPont retorted with clear impatience.

"And what about the aftermath? Are you willing to go and admit that you were the one who authorized nuclear weapon usage in an urban area to arrest tax evaders and murderers?" Yuuto Nakamoto criticized with a speechless look, not even having the energy to be snarky to this fool.

"This is… Control again? They've advanced further than last time," Li Jian commented slowly, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng with hidden intentions.

"Old Li, that is correct. Even I, as a completely normal fellow, can tell that their power has grown exponentially compared to before. And there's that one, their leader, who seems to be using this entire event to… train… the five he called out," Nathan Rothschild pointed out while resting his cheek on his palm, his eyes narrowed.

He and Li Jian remembered Draco, probably more vividly than the rest. They remembered he seemed to have some connection with Maria and almost protected her, but was vetoed by his two female partners for reasons even they could agree with.

What they remembered the most was him grabbing the spatial pa.s.sage that Sengo Muramasa made with his raw hands and widening it on the spot, allowing his allies to walk through it. When Sengo Muramasa first came here, he relied on Nathan's connection to Superhuman to try and research the method of opening the spatial pa.s.sage.

After all, for Muramasa, this ability was not special to him but came as a result of slicing s.p.a.ce at a specific weak point of the digital universe's boundary with his special Tilted G.o.d ability that allowed him to cut anything. If he could, he would like to be able to travel as he pleased, and Nathan obviously wanted the ability to enter the game world, so they worked hard together.

However, weeks of testing and experimentation led them to find that this was beyond their current level of understanding. Even the energy used by Sengo Muramasa to open the s.p.a.ce was something that they had no clue about until the man literally explained it to them.

Yet, Draco was able to force this thing open with his bare hands and keep it open for others to pa.s.s through. Sengo Muramasa could barely slice a pa.s.sage big enough for him to squeeze into, and other people definitely could not pa.s.s through as they would be crushed by the spatial pressure.

The moment Draco performed this feat, Nathan understood. There was nothing that he possessed that could deal with someone like this, save for the elusive Lineages and the dormant Primordials. However, Nathan knew that his power among the councilors was not the highest.

Not even close. The Rothschild family were bankers, so all they had was money. That was why they created Superhuman, using their limitless wealth to get powerful scientists to create power for their faction, which had been decimated by Shadowheart and co a long time ago.

Nathan remained silent, not reminding the council of this fact. He did not have much resentment toward Umbra or Draco, for Maria was just a woman at the end of the day. What he most wanted to do was invest in them and bet on their future because—in typical Rothschild fas.h.i.+on—he could see their limitless potential… and the profit that would come from it.

Thinking about his niece, Amelia, who was currently dating one of the core members of Umbra, Nathan's lips couldn't help but curl slightly as he covered his mouth to make it seem like he was thinking. The more Umbra displayed their power, the happier he was, like an investor seeing a potential stock rise before its peak.

Li Jian had been there too, so he knew all that Nathan did, but he also remained silent. He had long recognized the power that Umbra possessed in terms of their development with Control, and he, as the one who even dug it out in the modern day, was definitely not willing to be left behind.

Li Jian sneered internally. Unlike these other foolish councilors, he did not underestimate Umbra one bit. The power they showed was not important; it was the fact that they had mastered higher levels of Control that made Li Jian sure that Umbra's future was limitless.

As the creator, he was the one most intimate with the power and potential of Control. Even a single tier of Control was a new level, akin to a breakthrough in his country's fantasy immortal cultivation system. He had only theorized three tiers when he first broke through the Body of G.o.dliness back then, but their current output was beyond his wildest dreams for Tier 3, so this was at least Tier 4 or higher!

Li Jian had underreported the power of Control when he developed it because that was his trump card. How could he allow his compet.i.tors to intimately know his power like the back of their hand? Even with it being underreported, its prowess made it one of the top powers in the world, regarded highly by all forces.

At Tier 2, modern weaponry was practically useless to a Control master. Either use big AOE weapons or utilize high-tech laser weaponry; otherwise, your only option was to wage a war of attrition and tire the fellow out before taking him down. This was where Li Jian himself was at.

At Tier 3, Li Jian theorized that one would obtain minor psychic power, so even AOE weapons were now useless since one could simply push them away with telekinesis or form a barrier around themselves, not to mention their physical prowess was not easily dealt with.

The only way to kill such a fellow was a nuke, but these idiots actually didn't dare to. Li Jian was thinking about how to extricate himself from this matter when Umbra's group eventually found out and rushed here, because there was no way they could be beaten.

However, what Li Jian did not realize was that the other councilors also had their own little thoughts and schemes in their heads. No one was stupid. Seeing this brash reaction, coupled with past events and the current display, they had a fair idea of this incident's outcome.

Even as they pursued their mutual goal together, they were leaving behind measures and plans to ensure that even if they lost, they would not capsize. The World Council had been in power for nearly 30 years, and as the ones who managed this council, how could they be brainless villains who would die in three chapters?

Well, at least, that's what they thought of themselves.

However, do you know? There is a saying, a very interesting one. It goes something like this:

'In the face of absolute power, all manner of tricks are useless.'

…

"Wheee!!" AP was currently jumping atop a tank, smas.h.i.+ng it in with each leap he made, an expression of glee on his face, especially since he could hear the screams of the operators within.

Hunter collected all the blood that had come from the bodies of those killed, forming a sphere that floated above his head and continuously spun, extracting all blood within a certain range into its ma.s.s. The man himself didn't actually make a move but only pa.s.sively collected blood with a smile on his face.

As for Omega, he lifted three AMPVs with a stream of water, then encased them in a water bubble with an expression of amus.e.m.e.nt on his face. He then sat on a mobile throne of compressed water and watched as the hatches of the AMPVs opened, with soldiers struggling to breathe as they swam to the edge of the water bubble with difficulty.

Omega rested his chin on his fist and smiled s.a.d.i.s.tically as he watched these men struggle to escape for air, but eventually reach the barrier of the water bubble only to find that it was sealed. They banged their hands weakly against the edge, but it did nothing against the compressed water, and they suffocated to death live, in 4K HD.

"Not bad, Sea King. However, isn't Aquagenesis more of Krona's thing? I thought you preferred to play like a pirate?" Misery walked over and used some of the water from Omega's throne to wash his hands.

Omega didn't mind and made the throne into a bed as he lay down. "Yeah, I know, right. The water thing is already copyrighted by Brother Krona, and you are the manifestation of the G.o.dly spearman Cu Chulainn. My Achilles abilities are also spear-related, but they cannot match yours, so I can't really do either."

AP jumped over and landed on Omega's water bed, kicking the water about, trying to splash Misery, and pouring it all over Omega's face. "Man, that sucks. I know how it feels too, since that Boyd guy also uses axes like me, but you know what? I don't really care either way."

Omega used a sphere of water to trap AP and sealed him inside on his right, his forehead creased with anger at being splashed like this.

"a.s.shole, stop being a nuisance. You don't care because you're fine as long as you can annoy others, but I actually have aspirations, dammit! My screen time is too low nowadays!" Omega retorted angrily.

AP made motions within the sphere as if he was choking, only to show that he was pretending and making irritating faces at both Omega and Misery. Misery lifted a finger and cast a 4th Order Lightning Blast spell into the water, which electrocuted AP and made his skeleton briefly visible.

"Screen time? What is that? Can it be drunk? Isn't it better to be off-screen where you can relax, have a pint, and unload a batch or two of 'goods' into your babes?" Misery inquired casually.

Omega clenched his fists and seemed solemn. "It's not the same, Miz. I want to be world-renowned because what kind of pirate is nameless?"

"A bad one, if I must say," Hunter chipped in as he walked over, glancing at AP and wondering whether to extract all his blood.

Omega made a gesture of 'you see what I mean?' and Misery simply shook his head with an amused smile. At this time, their group had continued to move forward at a casual pace, about halfway to the nearest tax office in their city.

Draco, at the front, was smiling as he pondered how he wanted this entire event to end when he stopped in place. The five who followed him also stopped as they looked up to see a fighter plane with an extremely stylized form, akin to the X-Men's Blackbird.

From the underside of the s.h.i.+p, a large hatch opened, releasing a bunch of people toward the ground, all of whom crashed into the land with much fanfare.