The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 401: the deitys fists

Bam! Bam!

The sound of battle was still raging in the now chaotic Presidential Villa. The soldiers of the Radan army were still trying their best to defeat the assassins, while the assassins just remained inside their bulwark defense.

King kept on providing chaotic cover fire with his bombs for his group, making their job a lot easier.

Under the leadership of Captain Madara and Captain Daniella, the others firmly held the Radan army soldiers to a stalemate.

They didnt want to wantonly kill the soldiers, so they just held them to a stalemate to stall for time.

As soon as the General escaped from them, they did not pursue him immediately because they were sure that Clark would finish the job. They could see what Clark saw through a special device that was distributed to all of them.

The shock of finding out the truth hit them hard.

When Clark decisively beheaded the President, they heaved sighs of relief but seeing that the target was a robot left them feeling goosebumps all over.

Throughout Clarks conversation with the General, they were quiet, instinctively reacting to the attacks of the Radan soldiers while all their attention was focused on the conversation.

When the Generals secret was released, their minds went numb.

Captain Daniella felt like she was living a life of deceit her whole life. The country that she thought she knew was now something else, her understanding of everything started experiencing huge upheavals.

Captain Drake was the same. He originally blocked the underground passageways entrance with Josh to prevent anyone else from entering, but they obviously could not stop the General.

As soon as the General went down, they followed so they were able to hear everything from a first-person perspective.

Captain Drake was left in a daze. For a long time, he could not speak, nor even think, he felt like his brain was being pounded on the mortar.

He felt all strength start leaving his body as he discovered that a significant part of his hatred was directed at the wrong person for years. Now, he finally knew who his former comrade really was.

Boom!

Hearing this sound and experiencing the tyrannical shockwave that followed, he finally snapped out of his daze and focused.

Clark is battling alone with General Cable.

His eyes widened in shock. At the same time that he came to this realization did the others also come to it. Without hesitation, they started sprinting towards the battlefield to lend a helping hand.

As King and the others rushed in the direction of the underground passageway, Albert hesitated for a bit before going in another direction.

In a moment, he was out of the Presidential Villa.

Bam!

Clark was slammed to the ground by the attack of the General again. Despite the protection of his exotic armor, he felt his bones, muscles, and internal organs shifting a bit from the force.

He felt like his body was slowly becoming someone elses.

When he attacked with his self-created technique, the power generated was mind-blowing but General Cable was still able to parry with his sword and impede all the kinetic force accompanying the strike.

Since then, he was thrown into a quagmire of being thrashed.

Having taken the battle seriously, every attack from the General left his blood and bones screaming for mercy. Since he started his journey as a soldier, this was his first time being so trashed completely.

He was beaten black and blue, whipped like a ragdoll but all these were not enough to curb that zeal for judgmental vengeance that was burning in his heart.

At this point, the underground passageway was already more or less destroyed. The shockwaves and force from the battle already tore all its foundations apart, leaving it bare.

This and others were enough to show the level of the ongoing battle

Clark was not completely hopeless yet despite the huge disparity in strength. Though the General has not used any self-created technique or battle art yet, he had some confidence as he had trump cards hidden.

Not 1, but he had 2 hidden trump cards.

Thud!

As soon as King and the others dropped into the already dilapidated underground passage, Captain Drake finally led the charge forward as they all rushed forward to reinforce their comrade.

Seeing the number of 3rd rank high-grade soldiers coming to battle against him, General Cable only snorted before swiping his sword around at them.

In answer to this, Captain Drake and everyone else did not hesitate as they all activated their battle arts immediately. And as one, they struck out at the same time to parry this blow.

Boom!

The 2 opposing forces were held to a stalemate for seconds before that from the General overpowered in the end as his opponents were thrown away.

Taking advantage of this opening, Clark rushed to attack him from the back but the General was too experienced for such cheap tricks.

In a moment, the battle changed from a 1 vs 1 to a 1 vs 6.

Only 3rd rank high-grade soldiers were qualified to take part in a battle of this level, the others stayed far away and provided cover fire.

The chaos in the passageway quickly skyrocketed, causing even more accelerated destruction to the underground passageway.

The Radan soldiers outside rushed to the entrance of the underground passageway but they could not also participate in the battle, they were relegated to spectators in this high-grade battle.

Bam! Bam!

The Generals spear swiped, stabbed, and slashed repeatedly at mind-blowing speeds, sufficiently keeping all 6 Captains at bay.

As Clark battled, calculations rapidly went through his mind with the help of his implant as he rapidly narrowed down his choices.

2 minutes later into the battle, he made his decision. Just as the General turned his body to parry another joint attack from the other Captains, Clarks eyes focused as he executed his 2nd self-created technique.

Executing the Deitys Fists changed the vibe around him immediately.

Now! He growled into his comm; his comrades obeyed as they all hastily backed off.

Feeling the rapidly increasing heat behind him and the blinding light, the General felt a bad premonition immediately as he hastily turned around to parry the strike.

Clarks face revealed countless veins as he exerted his all, he channeled this stubborn self-created technique into his spear before spreading it out.

The bright light spiked in intensity, then

Boom!

[Sorry for the late release.]