Chapter 149: captain oxford returns

Captain Oxford jerked before coughing out blood again, which his armor diligently recycled away into the sea surface. His armor’s energy reserve was originally depleted, but he and General Mark of the Diadem republic were lucky.

At the last moment before the explosion erupted, when they huddled up behind the unique high-grade shield that the Diadem General brought, they were surprised to find a remote energy charge transmitter.

After the initial explosion erupted, the heat of the explosion accumulated very fast before peaking in seconds as the shield directly started having cracks. On seeing this, they hastily plugged into the energy transmitter to refill the reserves of their armor.

None of them played tricks as their fate was tied together; they needed each other to escape the disaster. After quickly recharging by turns, they were finally able to get their reserves back up to 40%.

It was at this moment that Captain Oxford fainted from the extreme heat and pressure affecting his brain. The Diadem General grew more desperate on noticing this, as he quickly decided to use the Spartan Captain as his next human shield.

Before he could move closer to grab him, the shield finally succumbed to the heat as the fire quickly submerged them. The fire unleashed its full fury, as it raged like the eye of a disaster storm.

Their barely recharged armors saved them from being cooked immediately, but the heat being transmitted directly to his body also finally made General Mark fall unconscious.

What happened for the next hours, they could not account for it as they both separated and drifted randomly under the sea without a specific direction. The raging sea did a good job in separating them further through its fierce waves and undercurrents.

After hours of being knocked out that seemed like an eternity, Captain Oxford finally woke up to find himself still under the sea.

His armor with only 5% energy reserves remaining, entered the safe mood by default when it detected that the water environment was hostile. This was the only reason why he was able to survive.

In its safe mood, the armor recycled the liquid oxygen in the water to atmospheric oxygen for his use. It also injected him with its stored emergency life-preserving injections, which was the reason why he was able to wake up.

After his brain completely cleared up, he was relieved as his special detection radar device to track his fleet was still intact.

His armor’s energy reserves were limited, and recycling oxygen required energy. He didn’t see General Mark around, so he directly left, swimming in the direction that his tracking device showed him.

Though he was terribly injured, his will to live was still strong. After gaining so much strength and most of all surviving the explosion, he was not ready to die and leave it.

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Clark had a sad and depressed expression on his face, as the new second in command of the Spartan fleet raised the suggestion again that they should leave now that they still can.

Deciding to not leave now was dangerous, but he felt reluctant to just leave Captain Oxford behind.

After a strong mental battle against his conscience, he finally ordered the fleet to leave. In the end, the lives of everyone in the fleet were now under his care, he could not just neglect them.

The soldiers heaved a sigh of relief after hearing his order, as they finally started getting prepared to leave. Their hearts were not once calm when they knew that they were still somehow close to the location where the disaster started from.

Thud!! As Clark was leaving, he was startled and alarmed as a loud thud sound was suddenly heard in the deck of the ship where he originally stood.

His instincts were already sharpened like those of veteran soldiers, he moved like lightning as his spear was unsheathed from his back swiftly in a smooth manner.

All the soldiers in the deck also became alarmed, as everyone brought out their weapons immediately to face any new threat.

“Captain!!” One of the 1st rank high-grade soldiers suddenly yelled on looking closer, as the figure that just emerged from the sea became clearer after his armor dematerialized from his body.

On hearing this and also finally recognizing him, Clark quickly called for the fleet’s medical practitioners as he also rushed to his leader’s position.

Captain Oxford was completely battered and bloodied, as he lay exhausted on the floor of the ship. His military uniform was already destroyed, exposing his innerwear as his camouflage device was already spoilt.

“Captain…, Captain”. He was not currently unconscious, he could hear the faint sounds of people calling his name, but his brain could not focus as this only made him feel dizzier.

The sound of his name being called kept echoing in his head like the summoning of ghosts, as his brain felt like a studio where drums were being played loudly.

The next second, someone gave an order as all the noise around him subsided. He saw the blurry silhouettes of some people in white uniforms coming to him after this, as he was quickly lifted into something that looked like a stretcher.

Though his brain felt muddled and heavy, he was only able to be so quiet and relaxed because he knew that this was his fleet.

As he was finally being pushed away for treatment, despite feeling weak, his face slowly morphed into a jackpot winner’s grin before his consciousness finally faded away.

His grin was because; first he survived which was something he was grateful for, and secondly was the sword that the Diadem General lent to him.

He was able to output so much strength when using the sword, only because it was a weapon made according to the standards of super-high grade organizations like the Roman Empire organization.

He never knew that he would get such valuable equipment from this mission. With this alone, it was the best loot that he got from this mission for his personal use.

It was originally lent, but as they were now separated, it was now his own. He and the Diadem General only helped each other because they were in a desperate situation; there was no rule between them not to loot when they finally escaped.

Clark and all the other high-grade soldiers stood outside the surgical operation theater with various expressions on their faces, as their leader was carried inside to undergo emergency medical operations.

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After working in the surgery theater for hours, the head doctor finally finished his work before he came outside to give a verdict to the high-grade soldiers that were still waiting outside.

According to him, the Captain’s situation was now stabilized, but he’ll still have to undergo subsequent surgeries to avoid any complications.

According to the readings of their medical devices, the Captain suffered from multiple impacts and burn injuries, some of which already impacted his physical body and psyche seriously for a long term.

To completely avoid any further complications, he was to stay in their care and receive constant treatment for at least 2 weeks.

After understanding the situation, Clark thanked the head doctor for his hard work before he dismissed the high-grade soldiers to go perform their various tasks.

There was no need for them here again; the fleet still needed coordination as a lot of scars were left from the battle.

After giving instructions, he sighed exhaustedly before finally also leaving to go back to his room after so long. He had not slept nor rested for hours after the legendary sea battle, which was already commendable.

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“Clark, you’re finally back”. Emily said happily with a broad smile on her face, as she ran forward to meet him before leaping into his hands for a hug.

Clark subconsciously wrapped her in an embrace on seeing how she welcomed him. He breathe another sigh of relief when he felt her soft cheeks resting on his shoulders.

The soft sensation reinforced the notion in his head that the battle was over; it was a refreshing feeling to him.

After hugging each other for over a minute, it got awkward before he finally tried to separate their selves with a cough. After separating, he finally got to look at her cheerful face.

She didn’t follow the main Spartan fleet to the military research base, so she was completely fresh as she also didn’t engage in any of the battles.

She didn’t know exactly what happened, but from the little that she saw, she knew that something huge happened. She could only suppress her anxiety initially when she thought of Clark probably going through another life-threatening battle.

Now that he was finally here, she could no longer suppress herself. She threw herself at him happily on seeing him, as her mind finally achieved inner peace.

After exchanging small talks, she volunteered to take his bag before leading him forward to his room. She knew that he was exhausted; she would get her time to talk later.

Clark already ordered the fleet to set sail for home; he was going back directly to the Spartan republic. They no longer had any reason to stay in the sea again; they already filled their warehouses with exotics.

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In another part of the Mediterranean Sea, the Dawn fleet continued rushing forward under the orders of their Captain.

No matter how fiercely his soldiers protested, Captain Jack firmly held to his decision to not retreat to save anybody. He had no obligation to turn and save any comrade when their own living was not even guaranteed.

The appearance of Drakonous scared the hell out of him; he already marked the Mediterranean Sea as a personal prohibited zone. He was not coming here again, not even in his dreams.

These soldiers that were complaining that he was selfish didn’t go below the sea with him; they were the ones who stayed behind in the ships.

If they followed and passed through the same horrors he went through in the military base, they would not find the strength, the teeth, nor the energy to suggest going back.

And with the excuse of his 2nd in command defying his orders to pursue his interests which brought their first misfortune, he had the moral high ground to leave them without sympathy.

Of all the Dawn soldiers who entered the military research base, he was the only one who survived and regrouped with the fleet. The status of all the other high-grade soldiers who followed him was unknown.

Well, he did not care. When the Dawn government sees the loots that he brought back, such bad records would be easily wiped clean off his career.

Even if he did not get the research data of the base, in the end, the batch of Arcanite metal that he got alone was extremely valuable.

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For the next few days in every location, the news headlines of every country were occupied with the recent mysterious raging disaster of the sea.

Rumors filled the internet, as people discussed the cause of it. Others discussed how it happened, and others took it as a conspiracy of advanced countries to wipe out their lower counterparts.

The fake news was endless, as exaggerated versions of the fierce tsunami filled everywhere, spreading like wildfire in summer.

As this series of rumors and fake news spread, a week gradually passed as all the participants of the battle finally took a complete analysis of their losses and gains.

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