Chapter 1569: Plan Alien Tech Begins!

Hmph!

Red Beard stretched his bow with 3 arrows firmly placed while waiting for his target to humor out the opening.

But soon, his confident smirk froze in place.

What was he seeing?

Red Beard was dumbfounded, staring at the hundreds of enemies defending from above.

So they were immortals now?

Bam!

The district gates opened, and out came hundreds and hundreds of Baymardians storming the scene on foot.

But that wasn't all.

To the seas, they spotted several speeding boats suddenly covering the entire coastline, pointing weapons at them.

Whether it was by sea, by land, or by air... They were all surrounded.

"Drop your weapons and raise your hands high where we can see them!"

Zppp~

During these few seconds of distraction, Red Beard's target had ziplined out of the scene.

Noooooo!!!!!

Thup. Thup. Thup!

Red Beard desperately punched all arrows when thinking of this big day sheep fleeing his grasp.

Red Beard's face turned sunken, his heart tightening, and his blood frozen in his veins.

No. No. Just no!

This didn't make any sense. How can it turn out like this? How can Morgany lose to a bunch of nobodies?

'I don't believe it! I don't believe it!'

.

In his life, he had personally lost to others, but they were all Morgs.

As a proud and big-name pirate, he dominated and configured uncountable times without numbers.

He had completed his missions and made many out of Morgany tremble before his feet. So this taste of defeat in a strange land was enough to smack his cheeks ruthlessly.

Red Beard clutched the bow in his hand, staring at the scene unwillingly.

He refused to give up without a fight. Someone must die with him. Or so he thought because soon, 5 tranquilizers generated his flesh from heaven knows where.

Thung!

Red Beard felt his consciousness grow dark.

What? Was he dying?

But how come? Where is the pain? What weapon took him out? And why did he not feel any injury or blood loss?

He wanted to live. He hasn't gotten his revenge yet. So how can he go down in this shameful manner?

Red Beard's struggle against his body yielded no fruits.

'Baymard... What a dangerous place.'

~Bam!

The giant red devil dropped on his belly, now fast asleep.

It wasn't just him, as the many others who refused to give in were now deep in slumber. Only the heavily injured were left awake.

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"Sirs!"

The soldiers and marines all lined up while watching Lucius step towards Red Beard.

The prison wagons were all here, as well as the prison dog escorts.

"Report!

"Sir! 8 dead and 22 heavily inquired."

They had over 400 people out here tonight on the ships alone. And though it worked out well, 8 people still died.

It made the hearts of many churn.

These 8 had just seen their families not too long ago. But in a blink of an eye, they were dead.

A moment of silence was offered for the dead, and plans were already made to ensure their families got all the honor they deserved.

Of course, tonight's stats were also excellent.

Those at the guard posts had taken out 1/3 of the massive army before they emerged. Additionally, those attacking the seas also dealt with another 1/3 of the enemy's population.

"Quickly! Transport the prisoners away!"

"Medics! I need medics over here! Prisoner fatally wounded!"

"Search the dead for any important info, and gather the rowing slave men immediately!"

"Collect all coinage and resources found aboard the enemy ship and send out now!"

"Maps!... Gather the maps and sailing routes!"

"Come on! More! Move! Move! I want all districts rid of all signs of war. Now hop to it!"

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Things were getting very chaotic, with most of the cleanup crew focusing on District I, the public port district.

Yes. For the private districts, cleanup could be extended far into the day since no visitors would dock their ships there.

But District I was also a tourist stop and a vital entry/exit point in Baymard.

It was also because of this that the Baymard hadn't used any extreme methods when handling those who invaded the district.

They didn't use any bazookas or explosives but relied on stun grenades, sleeping gasses, snipers, and other attack methods.

They wanted as little blood as possible staining the public sideways.

Again, it was also why they tranquilized the hell out of their enemy with heavy doses to get them to sleep in one go.

And just like that, the famous number 1 Art Society Member, Marcus Perquo, was also captured in this district.

Gary stared at him, first taken aback before chuckling.

This guy...

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Wasn't this the guy who made a big spectacle several years back?

He came to Baymard, demanding manufacturing procedures of all things art related, saying they were going against some law by not handing it over to Morgany.

What's more, the guy even wanted his majesty Landon to bow before him.

What a joker.

"Take him away!"

Gary watched the men grab the snoring Marcus, wondering how the guy would react once he eventually woke up.

Imagine having the best sleep in your life only to wake up and find the war over? Imagine blinking your eyes only to realize you've lost, and you're now imprisoned?

How would he feel?

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Like that, Baymard had won the battle. There was joy, sorrow, and reflection on what ought to be done better.

Technology was accessed, and strategies challenged.

But all in all, it was still a great victory. And Landon, who was almost close to home, couldn't help sighing with relief.

It's good they handled things well.

Morgany sure was getting restless. And so was he, especially when he got the system's notification about the blood of the 1st Key absorbed by the Holy core.

Landon wanted to cry. He hadn't even started on his plans, yet the enemy was already one step further. He thought it would take them time to realize the matters about the keys.

But now he knew he was wrong.

This was a battlefield. There were no certainties, and anything could happen at any time.

So his priority should always be on seizing the upper hand, especially since they don't know he is aware of the Holy Core.

Landon squinted his eyes thoughtfully.

The Airports were already built and put in place.

So what was he waiting for? Alien tech!