"Hahaha, this battle armor you've got is quite impressive, dude!" Oga Raider laughed as he easily dodged the flurry of attacks from his opponent.
"Fucking stay in one place and let hit you, goddammit!" The operator within the battle armor roared with frustration, feeling like he was trying to chase a mosquito on steroids.
Oga Raider obviously saw this anger but found it even more funny. Since the boss stated that they were limited to Control at Tier 2, he was only using this much power, yet this guy in a veritable high-tech suit of armor still couldn't land a blow.
He also understood that Draco was doing this out of boredom, aiming to use them as whetstones for those who made these battle armors to get better data to calibrate their suits and make them more powerful. All of this was for one obvious purpose, and that was to create stronger enemies for himself and for them later on because these ones could be squashed with their pinky fingers.
Oga Raider was more than happy to oblige because it was likely that none other than he among the core mbers understood the feeling of 'being alone under heaven' the most. Growing up in the Zeus Lineage, his dual inheritance power and his identity as one of the clan heads naturally made him a pinnacle existence that none of his peers could match.
By the age of 9, he was even beating up the veteran elders in the clan, leading to a sense of boredom, apathy, and rebelliousness. This all culminated in his arrival within Boundless, where he was made to see the sky beyond the sky and understood that his little power was aningless in the face of true powerhouses.
"Incineration Blast!" This operator also used this key feature of their battle armors copied from the fictional dia concerning a rich man wearing high-tech suits, as well as another featuring an S-class hero, Demon Cyborg.
"Oh?" Oga Raider paused and did not dodge, facing the blast head-on.
ZISHHBANG!
The entire street was laid waste to, a small gully forming in the middle starting from where the operator stood. As his system rapidly ejected heat from the heatsinks to cool itself down, he began to laugh, feeling that he had won.
"Mann, that stuff is dope. I think I will take it and find so way to make my flintlocks have a cannon mode too." Oga Raider praised as he walked out of the dust and smoke, his upper torso fully of packed muscles now on display while his tattered jeans remained sowhat solid.
The laughing operator choked and seed confounded, not understanding how a human could tank a blast with a heat range of thousands of degrees Celsius head-on. More than that, he was flabbergasted by the outco.
"How co only your shirt was destroyed?" the fellow couldn't help but ask with a puzzled tilt of his head.
Oga Raider looked downward and smiled. "Fan service for the ladies, the author is a paragon of gender equality."
"You think this is a fucking ga? You criminals have murdered countless good n today, n who had families, all because you're tax evaders!" The operator seed to lose his cool as he roared out his indignation.
Oga patted his eight-pack abs to clean them of dust and flexed a bit, admiring himself in a mirror made of water. "Yes? And?"
The operator, seeing Oga still admiring himself with near narcissistic love, did not blow up but rather seed to regain his cool. He finally and deeply understood that the reason for all of this did not matter in the least, whether tax evasion or so secret plot.
All he knew was that he could not allow n like this to continue walking on this earth, or soon enough, they would upend society with their cruel nature and heartless ways. No matter the cost, he must take at least one down with him.
"System, initiate overdrive mode." He said coldly.
His battle armor went through a period of confirmations before the core within his chest was overstimulated, removing its stable output for a maximum output that would last about 3 minutes at most before exploding into a miniature sun, but would grant the battle armor more than 5 tis the power output compared to before.
This was a feature all battle armors possessed, but none so far used them because they didn't actually think it was wise. Even the fellow who wanted to die together with Misery did not use it for combat but only to crazily blow himself up for revenge.
However, this fellow doubted that an explosion would work since a full-on incineration blast did not. As such, he much rather preferred to incapacitate his foe physically because if his spine was broken, his head was ripped off, or if his heart was pierced, he would still die regardless.
The mont his battle armor charged up, his thrusters fired out and he closed the distance to appear beside Oga Raider at a speed five tis faster than previously, causing Oga, who was still making a flexing pose, to feel surprised.
"Die!" the operator roared as he punched out with his elbow thruster boosting his fist's speed, crashing into the abdon of Oga Raider, who dodged the blow ant for his sternum. A powerful shockwave occurred as Oga was sent flying, crashing through four whole buildings before digging a trench in the streets opposite this one.
"Blergh!"
Oga Raider spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with surprise that such a physical blow could penetrate his defenses and actually damage him.
One should know, active power and passive power were different. Draco limited them to using no bloodlines and an active power of Control at Tier 2, but their passive power was their rebuilt bodies, their various bloodline abilities that worked passively — like AP's Xingtian defense — and Control at Tier 4.
To break through all of that and wound him like this ant that, for the anti, the power of this mark 1 battle armor when overloaded was enough to barely break through the passive defenses of a non-defense focused core mber like Oga.
One could just imagine how normal Control masters or mbers of Umbra might be suppressed by this battle armor.
Hehe, it seed like the governnt and state had bowed their heads to the mighty Umbra and Glorygore, but they were secretly doing their own things over the past 4 years. If just 4 years could reach this level, then given ten years, could the governnt make battle armor whose base power was able to beat the average lineage mber even with Control?
Oga's eyes condensed as he cast aside his playful attitude. A wealth of endless killing intent soared within him and he knew that this could not be allowed to continue. He disobeyed Draco's order and unleashed his full power, causing a wave of water to sweep him away from the ditch he was in, just as the empowered operator arrived and punched down, expanding the crater further.
Imdiately, the operator locked onto the rapidly moving Oga and charged at him, his thrusters firing at full power, enough to send a rocket out of Earth's atmosphere. Oga Raider calmly reacted by creating a wall of high-pressure, flowing water that imdiately trapped and impeded the operator greatly.
The water then seeped into his battle armor, cooling down the core and causing the explosive power output to calm down. The operator realized this and panicked, stimulating the core crazily as he released an incineration blast right within the water, causing a huge cloud of steam to erge in the area.
This freed him, but he realized that his core likely had 15 seconds before it would explode, aning his ti was up. With bloodshot eyes, he only sought to approach Oga and give him the Saibaman treatnt.
Oga naturally would not allow this and stomped on the ground, creating a fissure of water that erged from the cracks, all shooting towards the operator. While his speed and power had been boosted five tis, his sensory abilities had not.
In an almost anticlimactic fashion, ten jets of high-pressure water moving at speeds that the human eye could not follow subrged the fellow, each side pressing in until he was completely mashed into a round ball, armor and all.
Ironically, his core, which was about to explode, was forcibly cooled down by the high-pressure water, which caused the orb that was about to explode in a wave of heat and fla to beco dead. Oga Raider casually beckoned, causing the now basketball-sized remains of the operator to fall into his grasp.
He then looked around to make sure that no one was around before trying to make his getaway. After all, his fight was not silent, and he had dared to remove the limiter Draco placed on them by his own accord, and he definitely did not want to be captured by the boss.
However, before he could take a step, he felt an arm calmly placed on his shoulder. Oga Raider's face changed from hope to utter despair, knowing that the boss was likely here and had watched everything with his near-omniscient ability.
"Luke Reyson. Why are you going off in a rush? Could it be that you have done sothing bad?" Draco asked slowly and in a playful tone, his face wearing a casual smile.
Oga Raider imdiately turned around and roared with defiance. "I'll fight you to the death!!"
He imdiately exploded with his maximum power, aiming to condense everything into one blow and then escape while Draco effortlessly blocked it. As long as he could make it back to the Purgatory Group and kneel before either Eva or Shuangtian, Draco might spare him on account of his wife's soft heart.
To be honest, this was not a bad idea at all. It was known among the core mbers that Eva and Shuangtian were currently suppressing Draco's might on the daily, resisting him where they could using their equal power in order to switch the balance of power.
In fact, it wasn't for Draco's ability to tire Eva and Shuangtian out using his monstrous sexual prowess, it was likely that the two wicked beauties would have turned the fellow into an apron-wearing househusband.
However, Oga Raider was terribly unfortunate as he had not received the update. Draco now had Mind Force and his two beauties didn't, which had firmly reestablished the power balance between the three, with Eva and Shuangtian not daring to be arrogant anymore.
Because of this, Draco didn't even allow Oga to unleash his full blow, simply snapping a finger to cause the fellow's mind to go blank as his power surged backward. He then released Oga's mind, allowing the fellow to feel how he was left helpless by him, causing Oga to beco desperate.
"You dare to disobey and instead of begging, you actually tried to use clever tactics? That's actually impressive, as expected of my core mber!" Draco genuinely praised from the depths of his heart.
However, the more he was like this, the more Oga Raider beca worried.
"Boss, please tell you won't…" He began to ask, but when he saw Draco open a familiar portal, his heart beca dead as ash.
Oga turned to run, but it was futile as a bunch of pink tentacles with heart-shaped ends stretched out of the portal and captured him, dragging him backward.
"No boss, anything but the succubus apocalypse!" Oga begged, clawing into the ground as the tentacles dragged him back even as he left finger marks in the asphalt.
"Spend one week in there. If you survive after coming out, your slate will be wiped clean." Draco said, not even looking back as Oga was dragged in while screaming, the sound of lascivious female laughter coming from the portal as it closed.
Even Draco did not dare to look into that apocalypse, because it contained an entire race of succubi of average ratings — compared only to Zaine and Crysta — but were vicious, fully being that type who drained every drop of yang energy till you died a desiccated husk with a look of rapture on your face.
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