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Chapter 376 376. Failure is rebellion, success is... (First update)
Mo Hao didn't say anything more. When he launched this attack, any verbal justification or explanation would be pale and powerless.

He will only receive two evaluations next: either he is a sinner who brings disaster to the [Leinigman Empire].

Or, become a great man who makes the empire great again.

He simply held out his hand to the mayor and said, "Here."

Mo Hao didn't say what he wanted, but seeing the mayor's sudden change in expression, he knew that he had understood what Mo Hao wanted.

At the same time, it also made Mo Hao certain that the mayor, or to be more precise, in the [Leinigman Empire], [mystery] was not a secret in the eyes of some people.

Even in this city, there are some mysterious methods that have not been announced to the public.

The reason why those congressmen and nobles did not flee in a hurry was, firstly, that Mo Hao had blocked all exit routes, and secondly, they probably still believed that there was a possibility of a turnaround.

Not by force, but by something else.

Something that is related to mystery and that they are trying hard to hide.

The mayor slowly reached into the drawer and touched something familiar. It was the weapon for his last stand.

He should have taken the weapon out of the drawer and then killed Mo Hao when he was not paying attention.

But for some reason, the mayor was becoming more and more panicked.

What he touched in his hand seemed not to be a weapon that gave him a sense of security, but something that could kill him.

That is a poisonous snake opening its mouth to bite, that is a pack of explosives with the fuse lit.

He shouldn't have this feeling, but Mo Hao's presence made the mayor lose all sense of security in an instant.

It was as if, in front of this person, if one dared not to submit, there would no longer be anything safe in the world, and one's sense of security would be completely wiped out.

His instinct for survival was telling him that if he took action, he would be the only one to die.

"You... this is rebellion."

Just this one accusation had exhausted all the mayor's courage. When he took his hand out of the drawer, what he held was not a gun or other weapon, but a disc.

There are seven different seals on the disc, one of which is emitting fluorescent light.

Although he didn't know what it was exactly, Mo Hao had a feeling that this was what he wanted.

Without any further ado, Mo Hao took the disc away and left a word before leaving the mayor's office.

"Failure is rebellion, success is revolution!"

Mo Hao looked at the city burning due to the battle and shook his head slightly, "It seems that the nobles and councilors have strong forces. I underestimated them. They can hold on for so long."

Taking advantage of the sneak attack, metal slugs, and various advanced equipment on the soldiers, the situation was once in a stalemate.

The original plan was to completely crush all resistance forces in the city within five hours. At this time, three and a half hours had passed and there was no sign of an advantage in the battle situation.

The power of the private soldiers in the hands of the nobles and parliamentarians is even stronger than Mo Hao had guessed.

But that was all. After getting what he wanted, Mo Hao no longer hid his strength.

[Evil Aura], on! [Personal Trait: Tyrant], on!

[Dragon Flag] Bless, open!

In an instant, all the soldiers under Mo Hao's command in the entire city, including the Metal Slugs, had yellow-green magic pattern arrays appearing under their feet. The evil power of the undead provided them with unimaginable recovery ability and speed.

The hostile superhumans immediately discovered something was wrong. Not only did the speed of those soldiers suddenly increase a lot, but some soldiers who were seriously injured but not fatally, after resting for a while, rejoined the battlefield intact.

Even more bizarre are those tanks that can jump up and squat down. After a group of extraordinary people work together to paralyze them, it often takes less than a few minutes for the silver-gray behemoth to roar again as if it has just finished a nap and its injuries are completely healed.

What does it mean to have a group of tanks that have the ability to self-repair, can self-correct as long as the general structure exists, and can jump in street fighting?
Whether this tank battalion is fighting in the Verdun meat grinder or the Battle of Stalingrad, as long as they appear on the battlefield of one side, that side will gain an advantage or even victory.

Soon the enemies discovered that there was something wrong with the soldiers' firepower, as if they had switched to some special bullets.

An extraordinary person who was good at building shields to protect against bullets and artillery shells used the same trick again, intending to buy time for the friendly forces behind him and consume the enemy's firepower at the same time, but when he opened the shield again, he got a completely different ending from before.

A bullet silently penetrated the shield he built, leaving a bloody hole in his body.

About one out of ten bullets would ignore the existence of the shield. One bullet was not enough to be fatal, but when Mo Hao's soldiers formed a firepower network and hundreds of bullets flooded towards Chaofan in a short period of time, everything was over.

The personal traits of the Tyrant allow the soldiers under Mo Hao to have the power to harm the extraordinary to a certain extent, whether it is a bullet, a knife, or even a fist.

When the blessing of [Tyrant] has not yet been applied to the soldiers, it may take a team with heavy firepower to cause damage to the extraordinary.

However, when the power of the Tyrant descended upon the soldiers, they discovered that the extraordinary beings that previously required firepower coverage to be harmed began to show health bars.

If we say that in previous wars, when soldiers faced the extraordinary, it was like they were facing some kind of mechanical monster, and they had to find ways to injure and kill them.

Now, when [Tyrant] is activated, the health bars of all the mechanical monsters will be revealed directly.

All that's left is for the bullets to do the talking.

Using the [Dragon Flag] again after a long absence, Mo Hao's field of vision began to rise, overlooking the entire city from a third-person perspective. In his sight, the layout of the entire city and the battle situation were clearly visible.

As long as there are soldiers, as long as there are units that receive his power, there will be no fog of war in that area for him.

At the same time, he could also feel that his will was transformed into an invisible spiritual network through the [Dragon Flag].

All soldiers are his nodes, and he can distribute specific tasks with just a thought.

Rather than saying that this is Mo Hao's command center that does not need messengers, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a Gestalt.

If he wanted, he could have asked a machine gunner to move fifty centimeters to the right.

but……

"Micromanagement is not my specialty, so it's better to be direct."

When it comes to military command, Mo Hao always uses the simplest and most direct method.

"Charge the entire army!"

"I will hang all the bureaucrats, profiteers, and nobles from street lamps before dinner!"

(End of this chapter)