People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

Just now, a volley of Originium cannon fire from a high-speed battleship in the distance directly wiped out three-fifths of the mercenary team he led. Many of them were separated by the Ursus army. If he didn't know that he was in excellent physical condition, he might have been one of the mercenaries lying on the ground and being caught in pieces.

"After all, we are fighting against the Ursus Army, so these losses are inevitable."

Garson's words were clearly filled with anger, but Inès on the other side seemed not to hear it and only responded in a formulaic manner, which made Garson even angrier.

He turned around to look at the mercenaries who were still fighting with the army behind him, because the morale of the mercenary group had been greatly reduced by the Originium artillery of the high-speed battleship.

They are not well-equipped shield guards, nor are they royal court creatures like the Wendigo, nor are they those immortal monsters that emerge from the shadows. For ordinary Sarkaz mercenaries like them, the Originium cannon is a weapon that can easily take their lives.

"Has the plan against high-speed battleships not yet been successful?"

Garson looked up at the sky. At this moment, there were still dozens of black shadows in the sky constantly attacking the high-speed warship, but how could that level of attack be effective on the big steel guy?

"It's been successful."

I don’t know when, but the noisy battlefield around me suddenly became quiet at this moment.

Something is wrong!

Garson sensed something was wrong the moment the voice rang out.

The voice was W's. If it was just W's voice, Garson would not have felt anything wrong. After all, they were comrades-in-arms who dealt with these Ursus soldiers together on the battlefield. However, Garson heard something different in W's voice just now.

That kind of light and cheerful tone can only be heard by mercenaries like these who are always on the edge of a knife when they are about to send their targets on their way.

The mercenaries around him suddenly cried out in surprise. When Garson looked up, he saw the Ninja Group from the Black Shadow Legion that had completely surrounded them without him knowing when.

Garson immediately propped up his tired body and looked at W with a vigilant look on his face.

His intuition as a mercenary for many years has told him that this might be the worst possible outcome.

Gently pressing the communication device on his neck, the small tactical radio immediately sent a communication to other teams, but all he received was a burst of noise, noisy and harsh.

Moreover, through observation, Garson also found that under Ark's deliberate command just now, he and his mercenary group had already moved to the edge of the battlefield, and it was also his doing to separate them from other mercenary groups. Even if he shouted loudly for help, he would be drowned out by the sound of the Originium artillery firing from the high-speed warships and armored units.

The surrounding shadow army had already shown the attitude led by W. Those pairs of red eyes stared at Garson and the several mercenaries around him, revealing a certain pity for the prey that was about to die.

At this time, Garson also noticed the difference in W. There was a conspicuous light red tattoo between her neck and shoulder. In Garson's memory, he met W just yesterday, but there was no such tattoo on her neck at that time.

Considering the current situation that the Shadow Kingdom seemed very obedient to W, he immediately thought of a person, the man who was just flying in the sky commanding his mercenary team to fight against the Ursus Army.

When thinking of the Ark, Garson immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap, a trap targeting himself and the mercenary groups close to him.

But he actually chose to start an internal conflict when a war was going on. Should he call that guy stupid?

While he was thinking, the ghost ninjas in the shadow army all made way for him.

But on that road, Hedley walked out and looked at him from afar with a complicated expression.

"I'm not surprised."

Garson's expression was equally complicated. He looked at Hedley and spoke slowly.

"You, you guys, point the knife at me. Give me a reason."

"Reason? What reason is there? If I have to give one, it's that I don't like you because you work so hard for that old dog Tracys."

It wasn't Hedley who answered Garson's question, but W who was standing behind him. The woman's slightly crazy and cheerful tone made Garson grit his teeth.

Ah, yes, he could imagine that this woman named W was a staunch supporter of Her Highness Theresa, and the reason why he could walk with his mercenaries was purely because of that guy Hedley.

Garcson also once admired that king, but Garcson was more realistic than W.

He admired the king's pure ideals, and admired the king's ability and skill in leading them to rebuild the city in Kazdel and even maintain a certain degree of friendly exchanges with other countries. He hoped that the king could truly give the Sarkaz a peaceful home where they could survive without having to risk their lives.

But that king is dead.

Garson understood deeply that it was useless to keep following and worshipping a dead person, unless...

Unless you can be him.

But obviously...

Garson looked at W.

This woman can't do that, that's all water. It's impossible for her to become the same person as that king just because she is smart enough when killing people.

Garson couldn't do that either, so he chose to follow Tracys, who had once competed with Theresa, especially since the direction Tracys pointed out for them was in line with the psychology of most Sarkaz.

"Hedley, tell me, who planned to ambush me here by taking advantage of the conflict with the army? You couldn't have organized this alone. If you stir up internal strife at such a critical moment without the approval of the Reunion Movement's top brass, then you are no different from a rebellion."

"If there's a Doctor who can be considered a high-ranking figure in the Reunion Movement, then it's him."

"Doctor? Is it just the one wearing the helmet? Ha, I thought it was Reunion that wanted to completely swallow up the Sarkaz Mercenaries, but now it seems that you were the only ones who planned this action based on your own ideas. That leader named Tallulah doesn't seem to know about your plan. But Doctor, I see, the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel is that guy. So, from that time, when that guy first arrived, you, Hedley, had already started to betray me?"

But Garson was not sad, because mercenaries were accompanied by killing and betrayal all day long.

"If I tell Tallulah your true identity, she will probably support our actions this time, but the timing might not be right now."

Ark's voice once again reached Garson's mind. The latter looked up at the figure in the sky. Although he was talking to himself in his mind, he could feel that the figure in the sky was not looking here, but was only paying attention to other battlefields.

"The Reunion Movement has always welcomed all friends and those who can share the same ideals, but they cannot accept a pawn commissioned by another monarch."

As Fang Zhou spoke, the ghost ninjas surrounding Garson were ready for battle.

In the chaotic and messy battlefield, no one would notice the corner of the battlefield where Garson was at this time.

"Garson, join us. It's not too late to join us now. We won't embarrass you any further."

Hedley's sudden words made W look at him with surprise, dissatisfaction and resentment. What are you doing? They are already preparing to take action, and now you want to persuade and win over the other party?

"Do not."

As expected, the only response he got was Garson's firm refusal.

"I can probably guess some of your thoughts and why you agreed to help him."

"Hedley, I know that many of my compatriots do not desire fighting or war. All they want is a home where they can live normally... I was the same once."

"But, Hedley, if we do that, how can we appease the long-lasting anger of Sakath? How can we correct the long-standing tilt of this land?"

Garson raised his head and looked at the shadowy soldiers and W's men who had surrounded him. The dozen or so mercenaries who were left beside him seemed to be infected by Garson's fiery will, and their eyes revealed fearlessness as they confronted W and the others.

"I once hoped to stay away from war, and I also hoped for peace to come, but that was in the past. Now I understand that we, the Sarkaz, are nothing without war."

"That princess once had the ability to open up a new home for us, but she failed. Now, His Royal Highness the Regent is also able to open up a new home for us. I simply chose to follow this possibility."

"Then it seems there is nothing more to say."

"That's awesome! Let me blow him to pieces."

Compared to Hedley's grief and slight sadness, W seemed much happier.

"Haha, it looks like you've already got me. This feeling really is... a feeling of being looked down upon."

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Chapter 69: Patriot missile, launch!

“I feel like I’ve been underestimated.”

Garson lifted up his door-panel sword, which was at least two meters tall. He held the sword in his hand and looked down at W behind him.

"Guys, if nothing unexpected happens, this will be our last mission. Are you afraid of death?!"

Garson called out to his brothers loudly, and they responded with a unified battle cry.

Amidst the shouting, Garson did not feel the slightest bit of fear, which made his originally sorrowful face show a smile again.

Fortunately, in the last moments of his life, he did not feel any headache because of his stupid subordinates.

As he was thinking this, he saw W again.

Well, maybe there was a stupid subordinate, but he was also Hedley's subordinate, and Hedley had something to worry about.

"What an impressive battlefield mobilization! But how long can you resist facing such overwhelming power?"

Just as W said this, a dagger appeared in her hand, and then her figure flashed quickly, and she came directly in front of Garson.

As for his former companion who attacked him directly in the face, Garson swung his door-panel sword and smashed it directly at W.

The dagger and the greatsword collided violently, and the huge force made W retreat instantly. The sound of metal intertwining also symbolized the beginning of the battle.

The ghost ninjas immediately dived into the shadows, like flexible snakes, and rushed directly towards Garson and his mercenary group.

All the mercenaries saw this scene, but their resulting vigilance did not play a big role, as the ghost ninja emerged directly from their shadows.

Along with the sound of the samurai sword breaking through the barrier of flesh and blood, the blade flashed out from the shadow and pierced the backs of the mercenaries directly from behind.

Ghost Ninja, the god of assassination using conventional force.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The dagger and the greatsword clashed fiercely, but as Garson's muscles mobilized, W was directly shaken away.

"It's not bad to fight me for so long with a short knife."

The door panel sword swung through the air, but when it was about to hit W, he saw a strange smile on the woman's face and her hands covering her ears.

not good!

Several ghost ninjas appeared in front of W and took her back quickly. At W's original position, an Originium bomb fell slowly in the air, and the flashing indicator light indicated that the bomb was on the verge of exploding.

boom! ! !

Buzz————!

There wasn't much of an impact, just a loud noise and a blinding flash.

It's a bombshell!

Garson, who was hit by a stun grenade in the face, had blood oozing from his ears.

Garson suddenly felt something was wrong. The feeling of wind coming from behind him made him swing his knife backwards immediately, but the severe pain in his arm immediately made him realize that his hand was gone.

Pfft!

The sharp long blade pierced Garson's heart directly from the side and back.

"Uhhhhhh!!"

The fiery Originium energy gathered on his only remaining arm. This guy even planned to use his Originium skills to take the blame, but unfortunately...

呲!

The remaining arm was chopped off by the ghost ninja as before. At the same time, several people emerged from the shadows, and the samurai swords in their hands directly pierced the opponent's body.

Garson whimpered a few times, and then, unable to speak anymore, his huge body collapsed to the ground.

If it weren't for the Sarkaz's tough and strong body, he would have died when Inès pierced his heart with the knife just now.

Even so, his life was irreversibly heading towards its end.

Inès's expression remained calm as she pulled out the short blade that was stuck in Garson's chest. The ghost ninja beside her still maintained the assassination posture and disappeared like smoke.

"Ha, I got the wrong bomb. I was going to blow this guy to pieces. But it's okay, these guys are good at their job. They cut this guy into a stick."

W shook his head and laughed, looking at Garson's body on the ground, which had lost both arms.

Although she immediately moved away from the explosion under the leadership of the Black Shadow Legion, she was still inevitably affected by the stun grenade, but it was not a big problem.

"It should be me in the end."

The greatsword in Hedley's hand was stuck in the frozen ground. He looked at Garson's body with a complicated expression.

"Forget it. If you take action, you'll probably be suppressed for several days. I don't have that much psychological burden about the Sarkaz history and my compatriots, so it's best if I do it."

Inès lifted her long hair which was no longer as smooth as before the battle. Due to the smoke and fighting, her hair had become a mess. She would take good care of it after returning.

"What about these guys? Throw them here?"

W poked Garson's face with a twig, and the face remained snarling until the end.

"Just throw it here and hand it over to the army later."

Ark's voice echoed in the minds of Hedley and W. They looked at each other and nodded, but W, who was among them, took a closer look at Garson's body. His big crimson eyes rolled around and he looked like he had no good intentions.

"Hedley, go gather the remaining mercenaries and follow the Ghost Corps. This battle is almost over."

Along with Ark's voice, the scout captain in the sky took out the metal ring and flashlight that Ark had given him.

According to Ark's previous teachings, he simply fixed the ring on the arrow and shot it directly at the deck of the high-speed warship.

The warlocks on the high-speed battleship on the deck didn't know what the ring was, but they immediately launched magic bullets to intercept it.

But the light following the arrow shone on the arrow, and the ring on the arrow suddenly became huge!

The huge arrow smashed into the steel deck of the high-speed warship, causing the warlocks and light-armored guards on the deck to fall to the ground due to the vibration. Then the huge ring fell on the deck of the ship, and the deck, which was originally made of steel, suddenly disappeared. The warlocks and guards who fell to the ground all fell into the cabin below.