Chapter 321: annihilating the terrorists

The sudden silence in the battlefield was like that in a graveyard, every terrorist and soldier alike looked on with trepidation at the man that stood tall like he could support a mountain in his broad back.

Imposing! Tyrannical! Ruthless! Powerful!

That was their most dominant impression of the captain at this moment, which only became more evident on seeing the corpse that lied beside him.

Seeing their seemingly invisible Commander lying limp and unmoving in a pool of his own blood, the terrorists freaked out.

They felt real fear for the first time in their lives, they regretted for the first time the fact that they could not blend with the shadows and disappear.

All their sense of loyalty to the Persian tigers organization evaporated like the wind, now the only thing in their mind was how to escape, and that's exactly what they did.

If the flash of the ancient DC community was real, they now really craved that power. What an envious young man.

'To your tents oh Israel', an imaginary ethereal voice could be heard in the background yelling this as every single terrorist in the scene turned and tried to escape.

They were like a pack of sheep without a shepherd, scattering disorderly like a bunch of locusts.

The soldiers reacted immediately. Being the specially trained elites that they were, despite being shocked the Black Dragon soldiers were able to analyze all the information dumped at them immediately before sprinting after the terrorists to pin them down.

Since their journey from their cadet days till their current military rank, they've seen a lot of things but this was the first time that they've ever seen an exalted figure like a 3rd rank high-grade soldier dying under the blade of a sword.

They were proud soldiers, but today they were humbled by this legendary feat. What a monster leader!

Their current emotions could only be described as shocked and frenzied. They felt their reverence for Captain Clark soaring through the heavens, and most especially the zeal to finish the job on his behalf fiercely burned in them.

Boom!

Both sides quickly clashed again, and this time it was even more one-sided. After losing their Commander, the terrorists already lost all will to fight which left them more vulnerable than before.

The melee soldiers attacked like a pack of bloodthirsty hounds, their sharp teeth which were now their weapons dug into the helpless terrorist's flesh without mercy.

The rhythmic sound of gunshots became even more dominant on the battlefield, forming a cacophony of noise like the ancient drums of war as the ranged soldiers shot with maximum focus to eliminate the filthy terrorists.

The military vehicles that were originally hurdled up in the back of the soldiers' formation finally started making their close-ranged debut.

Exotic vehicles with different weapon armaments attached to their frames entered the battlefield with an unbridled swagger in their movements, their operators unleashed hell without restraints.

Long Spears emerged from the sides of some as they rotated and cut the terrorists to bits and pieces of flesh.

Others revealed different other melee weapons like chains, shooting spike modules, energy overloading devices, laser shooting modules, and others as they reaped lives from the battlefield like they were mere beans.

Still at the back of the soldiers' formation, the operators taking hold of the heavy beasts which were the enhanced military tank vehicles maintained their aim as they continuously let out burst after burst of explosive shells that ravaged through the ranks of the terrorists.

In their case, they were content to sit at the back and wrath destruction from their comfort zone.

Theirs were the heaviest military vehicles on the battlefield, and they also dealt the heaviest one-hit damage to the terrorists. Every shot emerging from the muzzles of their tanks made the terrorists quake in their boots.

Despite the alarming spike in the rate of their comrades dying at the cursed hands of the Vatican soldiers, the terrorists paid no heed to their neighbor as they focused on just getting the hell out of this place.

It was embarrassing, but they already regressed to the extent of using the barbarian rule to facilitate their escape. Make sure that you're faster than your comrade, and if possible slow him/her down, then you're good to go.

Despite all their escape attempts, the casualty rate among them was much. They became more agitated the more they ran, they were in a race against time.

As they ran, their eyes suddenly brightened as they noticed the familiar scene of buildings rambling across in the distance.

With raging enthusiasm like that of a laughing hyena that saw a half-dead lion, they pounced forward, intending to use the buildings as the catalyst to further their escape. Then...

Bonk!

Shock rippled through their midst as the terrorists who stood at the front suddenly got repelled by an invisible barrier.

Their confusion did not last though as a bright blue glowing energy shield suddenly filled their vision, quickly turning their emotion to fear.

Another group of military personnel with the familiar uniform of Vatican soldier policemen units emerged with exotic guns in the hands of every single one of them. The one with the highest rank among them stepped up.

"Our enemies are before us!"

"They are already at their wit's end. They've bled us before, now we have the perfect opportunity to have our revenge. Should we let them go?"

"No...!!" The sound was deafening.

The leading Policeman grinned. "I say we rip them to pieces!"

"For Vatican City!"

"For Vatican City!"

A small opening revealed itself in the energy shield through which they hauled themselves at the terrorists. More blood started flowing immediately, the still shocked and spooked terrorists started falling under the blade of the Policemen.

Seeing that they were already surrounded, the terrorists finally let the deluded hope for escape vanish into the air.

They gritted their teeth in anger and helplessness. In the end, they decided to die an honorable death.

Yes, they were terrorists, but they still had that small dignity to uphold in the face of death and odds that were overwhelmingly against them. If it's death that you want, then let there be death! They let loose immediately.

The sound waves of battle rippled through the air across kilometers as they battled to the death, the shockwaves tyrannically destroyed more buildings as the battle between archenemies raged on non-stop.

Having taken the time to recuperate already, Clark stood still with a satisfied expression on his face while looking at the plan that he cooked up a month ago coming to fruition. It was nice to make plans, but it was far nicer to see that plan come to fruition.

He had to admit that his battle with the terrorist Commander was his most intense battle to date, excluding the one he had with the dinosaur during his Sublimation of course.

The Commander battled a good battle, but he was glad that he came out on top in the end. He looked on again; his soldiers were fighting zealously on his behalf; he could not afford to slack.

With a left and right movement of his head to relieve the sore feeling in his neck, he stretched his legs before taking the first step forward.

As soon as he did this, he grinned as he heard the growl-like sound that was just made by his exotic car. The beast was still ready to kill for him.

With just a few steps, he retrieved all his weapons that were scattered all over the battlefield where he fought with the terrorist Commander. By the time that he did this, his car was already waiting by his side.

Activating the magnetic module in his multi-purpose boots, he climbed to the roof of his car. His Spears and all other melee weapons were gone, it was dual 2-form gun time again. He could not wait to pull the trigger.

Zoom!

The car roared its challenge at the terrorists before bolting forward to meet them. Even before it got to their position, it already calculated the angles of attack and started unleashing hell at the terrorists through its various weapon armaments.

Clark was not idle, standing on the roof of his car like a kung-fu master who wielded guns, he pulled the trigger while keeping the gun muzzles in the direction of the terrorists.

They were practically cut apart as soon as they came into contact with the bullets. The exotic propellers installed in both 2-form guns were so potent that they propelled the bullets at dizzying speeds that A.I's can even find hard to calculate.

The potent kinetic force accompanying them and the content stored in them made sure that every shot rendered every victim terrorist's armor useless. Before they could make a sound, they were already torn to pieces.

With Captain Clark joining them in battle again, the policemen and Black Dragon soldiers alike felt even more frenzied. They increased their effort to wipe out the terrorists.

With no meaningful support again, the terrorists finally succumbed to the horde-like attack and they were wiped off the face of the Earth.

Wiping out the biggest tumor in Vatican City, and also killing a 3rd rank high-grade terrorist. What an achievement!

By the time that the soldiers and policemen finally stopped to catch their breath, only a scene of Carnage remained as the aftermath of their battle.

Thousands of mutilated flesh filled the region from the barbed wire fence to the nearby forest and the nearby buildings.

Because of the battle, a lot of buildings that were close by experienced catastrophic damage that even razed them to the ground. Fortunately, no civilian was on the surface of the ground throughout the duration of the battle.

After just resting for 5 minutes, Clark ordered the soldiers to scout around the battlefield for any survivors and to also give him the statistics of the deaths of both sides.

A few minutes later, the statistics of the battle were finally compiled. To his surprise, despite the chaotic atmosphere of the previous battle, they only suffered 3 deaths and 2147 terrorists died in this base.

He felt dreamy after seeing the statistics. He dreamed of a perfect victory with zero deaths, but deep in his mind, he knew that was unrealistic. He was completely satisfied with this result.

What surprised him was that the soldiers actually found a survivor inside the underground turf of the terrorist base.

Taking a deep look at the old man that was before him, he suppressed the urge to question him immediately before ordering one of the high-grade soldiers to escort him away to a safe location.

He would meet the old fella later, right now he still had battles to fight.

Entering his exotic car again, he drove out of this location with the Entourage of Black Dragon soldiers following him closely behind.

The first phase of the attack was not over until all 24 terrorist bases were annihilated; the night was not ending until all traces of terrorists ended.

[Hey guys, sorry for the late release. I'll release the next chapter after typing it later. Sorry!]