"What the hell is he talking about?"
After hearing "Nathan’s" declaration, Nathan—who had already left before the Sky Clipper ignited—couldn’t help but click his tongue in annoyance, slightly regretting not having followed the "future" more strictly.
In the future he had seen, such a situation had never occurred.
[Gate of the Other World] was not about forcibly replicating a specific future, but merely providing a brief opportunity to observe it. Just like a person singing the same song twice, you couldn’t expect every note to remain unchanged. It could only guarantee that the information obtained from the future was the same, but could not ensure the future would unfold exactly as seen. Even a slight deviation in action could lead to different outcomes.
*Oh well, if there are differences, then let there be differences.*
He first glanced at the Guards encircling the Boarding Tower tightly, then looked at the approaching Powered Armor squad in the distance. Middle-aged Joshua couldn’t help but nod with satisfaction.
Since his true identity had long been revealed, the name "Nathan" was no longer intended for use. As long as the final outcome matched what he had seen in the future, it would be fine.
An extremely sharp, long whistle sounded, announcing the complete start of the attack.
"Unknown enemy numbers, unknown weapon types, ambush group, move first! Advance slowly!"
Under the expectant gaze of middle-aged Joshua, the Guard Troops who first arrived at the base of the Boarding Tower, under the command of the leading officer, efficiently and swiftly divided into four groups according to the new soldier’s manual promoted by the Minister of Defense.
The initially acting ambush group split into three; two squads ambushed on the main road flanks leading to the tower, and one started building temporary fortifications further away to ensure that even if the enemies inside the Boarding Tower broke the encirclement, they couldn’t withdraw quickly.
Next was the firepower group, with four squads equipped with heavy weaponry quickly spreading out under their respective sergeants and starting to set up nail guns in appropriate positions, preparing to suppress any possible fire support from inside the Boarding Tower.
Finally came the breakthrough group and reserve team, about fifty elite soldiers divided into two batches. Three assault squads with pneumatic shields entered the Boarding Tower under cross-cover from two support squads, beginning to breach and clear rooms, advancing slowly step by step.
As for the commander’s reserve team, they followed the firepower group to relocate, covering the firepower group’s weapon setup while temporarily taking on the firepower group’s role, beginning to conduct pre-emptive suppressive fire at potential ambush locations.
*Good grief, those senior military commanders who got their asses kicked six years ago can actually be this sharp?*
Glancing down from seventy to eighty meters away, seeing that it took less than two minutes for a complete lockdown on the area to be achieved and the layered advance to begin, Leon couldn’t help but click his tongue in secret.
Previously, when learning combat from the policewoman, Yisha, she had talked about her father, saying that the Minister of Defense and the Princess, six years ago, had started reforming the military with the King and royal family’s support.
After six years of effort, although deficits hadn’t been fully covered, the soldiers’ combat capability was utterly different from before. She also mentioned to a "rebel" like him always plotting, that when undercover, he should be sharp and never to charge head-on against the regular troops of the military.
Moreover, when he got the Holy Spirit pendant earlier, the director commented that with this offensive-defensive anomalous object, he could barely defeat a fifty-man elite squad in a complex urban combat situation.
If not surrounded and position located, as long as he didn’t rush and maneuvered slowly, he could perhaps drag down a two or three hundred-man company with his two-kilometer soul vision.
At that time, he felt that, relying on the Black Goat’s map-like soul vision and the killing force within fifty meters, the director’s evaluation seemed overly conservative. But seeing these elite Guards in action now, the director’s assessment was spot on.
With the cards he had at that time and the overly short stamina "duration," if he got detected and got swept layer by layer, even cunning methods plus terrain advantage wouldn’t hold up for long.
"Wa-hahaha! Finally! Finally, it’s my time to shine!"
With an unrestrained, hearty laugh, two black shadows with spiral patterns began to emerge from Leon’s head, floating like smoke or mist and occasionally emitting a few dark red sparks.
Next, an extremely pungent sulfur smell spread rapidly, centering around the two "Demon Horns" of smoke. Leon simply took a light sniff, and a burning sensation like flames scorched his lungs, while inexplicable hell-like brutal killing sounds echoed in his ears.
[Name: War Cornerstone (Corruption, Rage, War)]
[Ability: Demon Horns, Evil Intent Amplification, Endless Blood Battle]
[Evaluation: Thanks to your careful nurturing, after restoring the broken scepter, this anomalous object again becomes a formidable battlefield weapon. If you join a large-scale war with it, you will gain a temporary undying body and inexhaustible stamina until the complete collapse of one side, leading to a full end of the war.]
[Contamination Value: 8 (5.2)]
While Leon furrowed his brow, looking at the [War Cornerstone] panel, the Black Goat, who finally had an opportunity to "show its skill," spoke with a smug face,
"As soon as the war starts, we’re invincible! Just kill to your heart’s content!
We promise you, before taking everyone down, not a single hair will fall off. It doesn’t matter if they are three hundred, three thousand, or thirty thousand; as long as you ... Ow!"
Raising his hand, Leon smacked the forehead of the Black Goat, who was attempting to seduce him. After inhaling a large amount of low-quality "Gotth" smoke, the burns in his lungs made him furrow his brow and scold,
"No wonder you like Gotth so much; this smell is exactly the same... Hurry! Get rid of all this smoke for me! It’s too choking!"
"No way... this really can’t be taken back..."
Upon hearing Leon’s "unreasonable" request, the Black Goat, who had just started to enjoy itself, lost its spirit. Crying with a mourning face, it tried hard to explain,
"This smell is triggered by [Endless Blood Battle] and stops only when the war ends. Even if you get blown to pieces on the battlefield, as long as this smell lingers, you can be pieced back together.
Plus, this is good for restoring stamina. No matter if you’ve run a hundred kilometers and are dead tired, just one whiff of this smell can energize you to run another hundred kilometers. If we disperse this smell, it’ll lose its effect."
Enduring the unpleasant smell, Leon sniffed the sulfur scent and found his depleted stamina indeed restored. Helpless against the Black Goat’s "goaty stench," he gave up and, raising his hand, clutched the Holy Spirit pendant on his chest, crushing tightly the flame closest within his soul vision.