Chapter 424: elite groups of spartan soldiers

In the ongoing battle, the soldiers of both sides were already showing signs of fatigue but neither side could rest. Like it was instinct to them already, they just swung their weapons repeatedly at each other.

The Mocan soldiers were determined to breach the Presidential Villa and deal damage, while the Spartans were adamant to protect the symbol of honor of their country.

The damage, vibrations, and loud sounds induced from the battle alone were enough to make a normal human disabled.

Despite these extreme conditions, the soldiers from both sides persevered, partly because of the protective gadgets that they wore and partly because they were getting used to it.

Amid this tug of war, a loud sound suddenly reverberated in the air that was able to attract attention despite the other cacophony of sounds.

Whoosh!

The first shuttle vessel moved through the air at an extremely high speed before it was deposited deep inside the Mocan ranks as a loud booming sound accompanied it.

Before the situation could be understood properly, 6 other shuttle vessels of the same type shot out from behind the Spartan lines straight into the depths of the enemy lines.

The Mocan soldiers were given no time to react before the shuttles were exploded from inside out.

Boom!

Amid the shrapnel flying about, Commander Arthur stormed out of the shuttle with the soldiers in his group. With both his hands grabbing his broad sword, he penetrated through the nearest Mocan unit.

As the enemy soldiers rapidly died to his sudden attack, the soldiers in his group stored out to reinforce his charge.

Facing an elite group of soldiers like this, it was better to match it with the same quality of soldiers because quantity was as good as canon fodders before their might.

Like a hot knife cutting through soaked butter, the Commander led the other soldiers as they started a massacre deep inside the heart of the enemy formation.

The nearest war machines reacted immediately to the enemy intrusion, the enormous processing power of their A. Is came to play as they turned to aim at the Commander but he already attacked before they could.

With one stab and a rotating swing of his enormous broad sword, the Commander dissected all 3 war machines to become metallic parts.

Bam! Bam!

His attacks were like thunder, with his broad sword tearing the airspace apart to reach even farther. Each stump from him shook the earth, each step from him sent vibrations like those of an incoming earthquake.

In just a few seconds after he created a hole in the enemy ranks, he turned, led his soldiers as they started sprinting in the direction where the rows of enemy war artillery machines shot without restraints.

This was his main target.

The Mocan soldiers had the advantage in terms of war resources and weapons, but the high-grade soldier advantage would always be dominated by the Spartan republic.

The Mocan soldiers already started adapting to this sudden development, but he arrived at his destination before they could make targeted moves.

With his soldiers accompanying him, he was unrestrained as his broad sword cut left and right without pause. None of the exotic armors coating the Giant machines could stop his sharp sword and the force propelling it.

In just 2 minutes, he wreaked dozens of the enormous war machines to metallic parts with his soldiers, but this was the only time that he got to roam free.

A soldier in pitch-black armor, holding a trident suddenly started falling from the sky as he stabbed at the location of this Spartan Commander.

Boom!

Commander Arthur blocked the strike, spreading shockwaves to the surroundings as his cold eyes clashed with those of the Mocan Commander, Commander Ash.

Without hesitation, after the first clash came the second, then dozens as they both became embroiled in a fierce battle once again.

The area surrounding them seemed to have become the epicenter of a natural disaster, the metallic floor caved in, the air squeezed, and the nearby war machines were destroyed without them putting any resistance.

Commander Arthur was not frustrated, he knew that he would be restrained that was why he came with companions in the first place.

As the shockwaves from their battle wreaked the surroundings, a Spartan General already took command from him naturally as he continued the destruction that the Commander started.

As the commotion here escalated, so also did similar scenarios happened in the other 6 locations. Deep behind enemy lines, the Spartan soldiers did not cower as they started spreading destruction.

From the periphery of the Presidential Villa, a part of the battle was now directly brought to the middle of the horde of Mocan soldiers.

The 5 Mocan warships in the air could not intervene, bombarding recklessly would deal mutual damage to their soldiers so they were restricted.

The Mocan soldiers could only depend on their foot soldiers and their war weapons to stop this massacre. In just 5 minutes since the new high-grade soldiers entered the battlefield, chaos spread through the ranks of the Mocan soldiers.

Despite this strategical attack, the Mocan higher-ups did not improvise on the spot as they remained adamant in their determination to breach the defense of the Spartan Presidential Villa.

It was clear that they didn’t give much of a damn about mutual destruction. They were ready to sacrifice soldiers just to get to their goal.

From chaos, the battlefield directly climbed to advanced chaos, and it was slowly climbing to epic chaos.

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As soon as Clark entered the battlefield, he quickly got overwhelmed by the burning fire for battle. With his comrades, they penetrated through the Mocan ranks, killing a soldier at a time at rapid frequencies.

Other Mocan high-grade soldiers came to restrain them, but they could not do much as the difference between both sides was just too much.

Like a sports bike invading into a track reserved for sports bicycles, they rush attacked the Mocan soldiers, eliminating them at a staggering frequency.

For the first time, the battlefield came to a temporary stalemate. Despite this, the intensity of the battle did not decrease, it only increased.