Tempest of the Battlefield - Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Age of Aggression
Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

Wang Tong’s anger ignited his will to fight. Although he had inferior skills and strength, he was the only hope for the people on the ship.

Patroclus gazed at the ship that had caught on fire and said, “Look Wang Tong, it’s so pretty. Life is fragile, don’t you think? Zhou Sisi loved you so much that she would ignore Kaost’s order and fire at me. But, she is too weak. ”

“F*ck YOU!” Wang Tong charged up his soul energy and fell into a battle trance. The sudden surge of power inside him broke Patroclus’s spell and helped him regain freedom.

Wild energies moved about inside Wang Tong as even wilder thoughts gnawed his mind.

“KOM!”

Two gushes of energy collided with each other inside his system. The built-up energy drove Wang Tong deeper into the trance.

“Patroclus, DIE!”

Wang Tong’s eyes had turned into two pools of molten iron as he gathered strength and struck at Patroclus with the Lance.

The Causality Attack!

“Zenn! KOM!”

Patroclus watched the hole in his chest and said, “You have the perfect power inside you, but what a shame that it is too late now.”

Even as Patroclus brought the lance into position for an attack, the fist-sized hole in the Ivantian’s chest quickly healed itself.

“KOM!”

The Einherjar’s Attack!

Blood spilled out of Wang Tong’s mouth, as the presence of his power disappeared entirely from the battlefield.

The battle was finished.

People on the Ark watched as their last hope was crushed by the mighty Ivantian. Li Shiming and Lie Jian looked at each other with fear. They had never thought that Patroclus would become such a monster. Despite the dire situation he was in, Li Shiming was also curious as to whether the situation was any worse back home. The thought made his hair stand on their ends. He conceded that the Zergs had come prepared this time.

By then, Kaost had locked down the meeting room, but Zhou Sisi managed to sneak out of the room before the lockdown started.

“F*ck off! Let me out! LET ME OUT!” Karl shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Get out of my way! This in order!” Ma Xiaoru shouted at the soldiers blocking the exit, her voice filled with frustration.

“Sorry, this is Captain’s order. We can’t let you out of here.” The head of the soldiers was blocking the exit. They had already let Zhou Sisi slip out under their noses, and they couldn’t afford to make another mistake.

“Move… AWAY! Or else, I will move you myself!” Ma Xiaoru unsheathed her blade, her eyes holding an unswerving determination.

Kaost watched the argument from a CCTV, and sensing that the situation was about to get out of control, he brought out his Skynet and pushed a button. The meeting room was suddenly lit by a few beams of intense light, disorienting everyone inside. Before the students could gather themselves, they found themselves floating in the air as if the gravity had ceased functioning. And then, in a blink, the room was empty, with no sight of any students.

Kaost pulled open a drawer on his desk and took out a small tin box. From the tin box, he fished out a cigar of heroic length. This was the very special cigar he had saved for a very special moment such as this. If the Ark sank, he had decided to go with it.

“Zennn.”

The energy shield of the Ark was finally fully charged, and a shimmering faint blue cloak quickly wrapped the Ark around.

The Ark didn’t interest Patroclus; he scanned the space toward the direction Wang Tong was blown away, and quickly found the heir of the Blade Warrior. It was time for him to bade farewell to Wang Tong, and from there on, there would be only one god of the immortals: Lord Patroclus!

“What! Still alive?” Patroclus was caught off guard to see that Wang Tong was not dead yet, not by a long shot. “Doesn’t matter. I can do it again and make sure he is dead this time.” Patroclus thought to himself.

Wang Tong’s mind went blank at first, as a nothingness surrounded him. Gradually, he saw a dot in that nothingness, getting closer to him by the second, or minute—time was a slippery thing in this nothingness. Slowly, he noticed that it was not a dot, but a girl’s face. Her name escaped him for a very brief moment before scenes played out in the white backdrop, scenes of him and that girl. Then her name came to him: Zhou Sisi, and with it came a flood of emotions.

Sisi…What was she thinking?

The commander’s room… smoke and fire… the attack of the Deva Lance…

“KOM!”

The blare wrenched Wang Tong’s mind out of the dreary reverie. The attack of the Deva Lance was already in front of him. He acted out of instinct and blocked the attack with both hands.

The turn of event amused Patroclus. He snorted and then said, “Very good, Wang Tong. Let’s try it again.”

Still half unconscious, Wang Tong attacked and sent a whirlwind of energy at Patroclus.

Patroclus didn’t dodge, as he fused his lance with his soul energies and met Wang Tong’s attack head-on. He wasn’t even trying during the last bout of attacks. Otherwise, Wang Tong would not even be able to scratch him much less blow a hole in his chest. Wang Tong’s attack had tested the regeneration ability of his new body, and Patroclus was more than pleased with the results.

“KOM.”

Wang Tong was blown away again. Meanwhile, the Ark started firing, which triggered the renewed advancement of the Zergs.

The war had finally begun.

Under the insistent and ruthless barrage, the Ark’s shield started to flicker as if it could no longer hold the defense. Meanwhile, the Ark’s firepower was devastating for the swarms of Zergs, as it uprooted one space hive after another, each with only a single shot.

However, it didn’t take long before the shield was eventually overloaded, and the enemy fire quickly drilled a few holes into the belly of the giant ship.

The Ark trembled as the enemy fire took out the last battery unit. The tattered ship caved in at a few spots, and dark holes scarred its shell.

Surrounded by fire and the din of squeaking metals trusses, Kaost entered the code for self-destruction.

“Kom”

The door to Kaost’s office was blasted open, and a familiar face emerged from the other side.

“Hi Captain Kaost, long time no see,” Patroclus announced with a sneer on his face.

“The self-destruction function will initiate in ten minutes. All personnel evacuate the ship…All personnel evacuate.”

Kaost locked his eyes with Patroclus’s and puffed a smoke ring at him. “Your day will come.”

“Bang!” Kaost pulled the trigger of his .32 caliber revolver pointed at the roof of his mouth.

Kaost’s body slumped into the leather chair as the color drained out of his face.

A century of bloodshed had begun.

The year was 2568 AD, only three hundred years after the last turmoil. And now, the world had fallen into chaos once again. Unlike the last time, there was no Blade Warrior to save the humans this time.

However vigilant the humans had been, they had overlooked the Zergs ability to assimilate the human’s traits through evolution. The Blade Warrior had been the strongest opponent that the Zergs had seen so far along their path of destruction. After losing all of its edges against human, the Zerg still had a trump card up its sleeves: time. Thus, the Zergs waited quietly in the darkness, tirelessly tinkering the genes of their next batch of brood-lings.

Although humans had also been studying the Zergs over the three centuries, they were not able to unlock the secrets to their incredible mutating ability, until The Zerg exposed their hybrid mutation pre-maturely during the tournament.

As the experts in genes, the Ivantians, led by the Dower family, started to study the hybrid monster extensively. Its fusion with human genes finally provided the Ivantians with the much needed clues to crack the unsolved mystery.

After they had extracted the “Zerg” part of the hybrid monster out of the body, the Confederation had finally learned the Zergs’ insidious plan to infiltrate the human world with its own kind. The Ark expedition was therefore initiated as a direct response to sabotage the Zergs’ master plan.

The confederation knew from the very beginning that the Ark’s expedition was the only hope to the survival of mankind, and therefore, they had allowed House Ma to use any means necessary—either financially or politically— to achieve the final goal: diverting the attention of Zerg army.

It succeeded; while Zergs swarmed the Ark, the confederation’s main force had been dispatched to the hidden hives whose locations were extracted from the hybrid monster’s brain.

The attack had caught the Zergs off guard. But, even with the element of surprise, the confederation only gained an advantage for a brief moment before they were overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies. The war quickly dragged into a stalemate.

However, no one would have thought that Patroclus would betray his own race. With the Ark completely demolished, the only solace from the Ark expedition was the survival of most of the top young fighters: they were teleported back to the solar system before it was too late.

A year later, 2579AD, Patroclus defeated two other leaders within the Zerg army and consolidated his rule. In the same year, Patroclus led the bulk of the Zerg fleet and completely devastated the human fleet in the Galaxy of Mann.