The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 132: bloodhound the bringer of death

The extremely intimidating and suppressive pressure domain the bloodhound was emanating, indicated its identity as an exobeast dog with the strength of a 4th rank high-grade soldier.

Despite already preparing a defensive formation to handle any unexpected situation, panic and fear was the only emotion now on the faces of the soldiers. Fighting a 4th rank exobeast; was something that they could never even dare think of in their dreams.

With its long ears already standing like antennas at the sight of the humans, the low rumbling sounds of the bloodhounds breath was the only thing reverberating around the room.

It's now red eyes narrowed as it let out another deep predatory growl. Its fully packed leg muscles contracted like springs, as its enormous chest muscles followed by tightening up rapidly.

The soldiers understood what was about to happen from seeing this, but fear did not allow them to react. The dreadful power of fear started rearing its head again.

Boom!! Before Captain Oxford could recover from his shocked state and give orders, the bloodhound already left its original position with immense speed. The air protested as it twisted like a squeezed fabric to allow the advance of the dog.

Crack!! Ptui!! With one sharp but forceful bite at the nearest soldier, a 2nd rank high-grade soldier lost his life immediately. Blood dripped down from its mouth, as it threw the bodiless head in its mouth away before turning to face the other soldiers.

Attack. Captain Oxford's voice sounded on the battlefield, as he finally snapped out of his daze at the sight of the dead soldier. With the help of his deep vocal cords, the sound reverberated harshly, rudely jolting all the soldiers from their dazed state.

Even if this was going to be a one-sided massacre, they still had to put up a struggle. Them not putting up a struggle due to fear, was why a soldier just died in a second without any form of resistance.

Fear was a dreadful intangible variable that can result in the death of battalions of soldiers. You fear fear, and fear is not there.

He was a Captain of the Spartan republic; no retreat, no surrender was their motto when the situation becomes too unfavorable. When the going gets tough, only the tough get going.

He did not just give an order alone, as he acted on it first. His armor materialized, covering his face as the force field of his sword erupted, blazing around it like a magical fire of protection.

The soldiers had no hope of surviving. But seeing the reckless but aggressive emotion their Captain displayed, all their emotions were also riled up as they advanced to give their enemy the hardest time of its life.

If I die, I die. But just one thing, youll surely not have an easy time killing me. With this ideology, all the Spartan soldiers moved momentously without fear like a stampede of dinosaurs.

Captain Jack was reluctant to engage in the battle despite his 2nd rank high-grade soldier being the one who just died. He was already feeling deep regret for being a part of this mission.

Despite his fear, as a Captain, he was able to still think calmly. He knew that there would be a zero chance of them escaping if they stayed behind and let only the Spartan soldiers fight this battle.

If they helped, at least, the percentage can be a more optimistic 0.5 percent chance of surviving. With this motivation, he led his soldiers as he also rushed forward to give his all against this exobeast.

This was just the terror of an exobeast wielding the strength of a 4th rank high-grade soldier. They could only think of giving it a hard time.

Seeing the advance of the puny humans, the hound dog displayed an intelligent sneer as it sped forward again to finish its prey.

Boom!! Boom!! Captain Oxford finally collided with the bloodhound; with a bang sound, he was thrown backward like a deflated balloon. His pioneering of the exobeasts strength only brought more despair to the soldiers, but they were still determined to give their all.

Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu! Bullets shot out, raining down like rain, as under the leadership of Clark all the ranged soldiers unleashed their best high-caliber bullets at the exobeast.

All the soldiers started the battle while already activating their battle art. Without their battle arts and self-created techniques, they had no chance of victory at all.

The 4th rank was a great divide in strength. As from the 3rd rank upwards, the increase in strength becomes more and more outrageous.

Despite no other soldier dying immediately due to them activating all their life-saving gadgets, they were all firmly suppressed by the outrageous strength of the exobeast.

All its bites and claw attacks moved so fast like thunder, that they could barely keep track of it. Their armors diligently reported regularly after every attack of the exobeast, as their defensive systems became overloaded from the force behind its attacks.

The originally white and clean laboratory immediately changed in less than a minute, as the battle became fast-paced and fiercer.

Money continued draining like water, as energy shields utilized by the soldiers popped continuously after only one deep bite from the exobeast. The bloodhound became a complete terror to the soldiers, as they could only stack defenses while randomly retaliating without any finesse like barbarians.

Despite his implant projecting the battle in a 3d manner to him, Clark felt like he was in a fictional world of magic. His brain could not keep up at all with the speed at which his implant worked, and the speed at which the exobeast bloodhound moved.

Their bullets shot around the battlefield randomly, painting the scenery in a random mess of red-hot explosions.

Desperation started setting in, as the armors of the melee soldiers started getting below the safety threshold.

Boom!! The exobeast leaped back swiftly, as red-hot fire engulfed its original position. The soldiers finally started using their highly energetic exotic bombs, as they now aimed at mutual destruction.

Despite already being prepared, a soldier was still not fast enough as he was cooked alive by the extreme heat of the explosion.

The bloodhound only suffered glancing injuries, before it bolted back again through the fire to meet the soldiers.

Seeing that their desperate plan was so easily nullified, instead, one of their comrades died to it put the soldiers in a more depressed mood. This did not stop them though, as they started pulling out all their mutually destructive cards.

No matter how manner explosions rocked the room, the exobeast was able to avoid suffering any life-threatening injuries.

Ptui!! With another quick but well-timed bite, it succeeded in beheading another soldier from the Spartan/Dawn alliance.

After losing 3 soldiers already but seeing no way out, Clark finally made his first desperate decision of the battle. After making his decision, he retreated back a little from the battlefield.

His fellow ranged soldiers were surprised, but they maintained their focus on shooting as many bullets as possible at the exobeast.

After retreating to a relatively safe distance, he finally dropped his 2-form gun and brought out his bag. His face showed a reluctant expression, but he quickly suppressed it as he dipped his hand into his bag.

Though he was not an engineer, he knew enough about guns through his learning years to tinker with them. After getting hold of what he wanted, he quickly brought his hands out of the bag.

He glanced at the highly energetic batteries in his hand for a moment, before he quickly dropped them at the side.

What he was about to do was very wasteful, impractical, and highly dangerous, but he was still ready to do it. The energy batteries that he brought out were the highly energetic batteries of the swordsman mechanical soldier that they salvaged.

He was about to overload the operation systems of his 2-form gun with these batteries, to bring out the best in it at the cost of its breakdown.

He quickly went to work, as he stripped the 2-form gun to its barest form in less than 20 seconds. In under a minute of concentrated tinkering, he was finally able to integrate the highly energetic batteries into the guns systems.

The originally stable 2-form gun started glowing with an unstable blue glow, like the bloated form of the support mechanical soldier they encountered previously.

After giving a quick retreat warning to his teammates to enable them to avoid the aftermath of what he was about to do, he raised the glowing gun as he aimed at the bloodhound exobeast.

Captain Oxford did not know what Clark was about to do, but he respected his decision as he led the soldiers to stack their shields for better defense and retreat to the side.

On seeing all its opponents retreating and leaving only one behind for it to face, the exobeast was confused. But it didnt mind, as it rushed forward to finish off Clarks glowing and extremely conspicuous form.

As it rushed forward, it suddenly felt a faint feeling of danger tingling its senses for the first time. It tried to escape immediately, but it was too late.

Tu!! Tu!! Tu!! Tu!! Enormous blue dangerous-looking beams, flew out of Clarks 2-form gun in its machine gun configuration as he staggered to withstand the recoil force.

Boom!! Boom!! Any intact structure facing this rain of bullets was reduced to dust and fire immediately, as the front of the gun became a terrain of destruction.

The bloodhound growled in pain for the first time, as blood finally flowed out of its thick hide. It moved around with speed, as it tried hard to dodge the dangerous beams flying at it.

It was finally intimidated by these life-threatening beams, but its situation was nowhere close to death yet.

Unfortunately for the soldiers, Clarks desperate plan was just a shine for a minute plan. Despite the extreme firepower being released, his 2-form gun could not take such a load, it was only a middle-grade weapon.

With a booming sound, the gun finally exploded as all its systems overloaded. He staggered backward from the shockwave, as his armor reported damage warnings to him.

Before he could stabilize himself, his A. I spammed his brain with danger notifications as his own soldier instincts also felt it immediately.

His eyes despaired, as he saw the enormous jaws of the bloodhound aiming down at his head. He tried getting his spear, but he knew it was a desperate struggle as his speed was nowhere fast enough.

Before he could close his eyes to accept his fate, he suddenly saw a figure appear at his side. Captain Oxford stood before him with a determined stance, as he got prepared to stall the advance of the exobeast.

He was already a middle-aged soldier, even if he died, he would not allow the death of such a genius soldier of the Spartan republic. His potential was almost fully realized, but this young man had a boundless future ahead of him. He would by no means let him die.

Using this as his form of motivation, he started feeling a peculiar feeling of strength enter his bones.

Clang!! His sword was thrown away by the momentum of the exobeast, but he was not concerned, as he focused all his attention on gathering strength.

Boom!! Shockwaves blasted out from the point of impact, as he finally collided with the exobeast. What surprised everyone was that this time, he was not pushed back by it.

Veins popped out all over his face, as his legs dug down into the metal floor of the room. All his muscles tightened as he firmly grabbed the upper and lower jaws of the exobeast with his hands.

The soldiers were shocked when they felt the new aura emanating from their Captains position. He broke through in battle, this was the only astonishing thought in their heads.

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