Chapter 198 Armor

Chapter 198 Armor

Hearing Lucas's words, Atticus's lips couldn't help but curl up into a smile as he burst into laughter.

Lucas looked at Atticus feeling a little bewildered.

'Why is he laughing?' He thought. nove.lb/1n

After a few seconds, Atticus, wiping away a tear that formed from laughing too hard, spoke, "Haa, You're cracking me up, Lucas. Don't tell me this is the first time you felt you're not the smartest in the room?"

Lucas's lips twitched. But he couldn't help but agree with Atticus. This was the first time he felt... inadequate.

He had always known Atticus was smart; it was glaring with the way he handled everything.

But if Lucas had to be honest, he had assumed that he had always been a step ahead of Atticus with regards to intelligence.

In fact, he had been so sure of himself that he felt that in his age group, only the Enigmalnk family youths who had a bloodline that focuses on intelligence could contend with him.

To him, the things Atticus had done before now, while they were smart, were the obvious choices to him.

But during this situation, watching Atticus, he felt like every single action he took had a reason. It was a first for him, not feeling like the smartest in the room. And it was a weird feeling, to say the least.

After a minute of talking, Atticus left Lucas and the group.

Amongst the group, Zara stood together with Hen, who hadn't even uttered a word when Atticus had been talking with Lucas. Seeing that he was present in the group, he had obviously taken Atticus's warning to heart and had eventually decided to join the group.

Many of them were highly inexperienced, and despite having a high rank, they didn't even know how to fight properly.

After thinking for a bit, Atticus came to the conclusion that trying to make them strong individually was a fool's dream.

It was then that Atticus remembered the way historical figures back on Earth fought. It was a fighting style best used for weaklings. Beating quality with quantity.

What Atticus had been trying to avoid the most was the members of his division dying easily. So what was the best way to avoid that situation when they were all weak? Simple, armor them up!

The surefire way to improve their chances was arming them and making them fight as a small army instead of one by one.

Gazing at the Ravenstein youths in front of him, Atticus began, "From now on, each unit would behave as one body. There would be 2 types of fighters in each unit."

"Firstly, the heavy armored. It is exactly as it sounds. They would all be donned in heavy armor and shields. These particular people would act as the tank of their respective units, and their main duty is to protect the second type, I shall tag them as the dealers; they would be the ones to do the attacking,"

"In essence, the heavy armored protect the group, and the dealers attack," Atticus simplified.

Seeing as they were all following him, Atticus suddenly raised his hands, and from his space ring, hundreds of pairs of heavy armors spilled forth, making the youths back off from him in slight surprise.

After multiple high piles of heavy armors had come out from his space ring, Atticus continued,

"These are the armors you would equip each of your unit members with," he explained.

Each of them gazed at the piles of armor with shocked looks.

What was he doing with so much armor!?

But Atticus remained unfazed as he continued, "Since there are about 11 units with 80 members each, each unit should have at least 30 heavy armored, with the rest being the dealers,"