Aldred looked around in the secret underground base with Corduul. He nodded in satisfaction as he looked left and right with a hot cup of tea in his hand.
Corduul's chanical army got a lot more auxiliary troops than Aldred. He got information-gatherers robots that could obtain information about local geography, numbers of enemies, the enemies' firepower, secret bases, key personnels, vital target, and so much more.
This was the reason why the chanicum could destroy the other large underworld organization so fast. Not only they could gather data and information so quickly, they could plan out hundreds of steps ahead in only a few hours and sotis even minutes.
Whereas Generals used their experience and instinct to fight wars, the chanicum used a data-specific approach for their strategy in fighting a war.
The only thing that stopping them from defeating Victor was the lack of firepower. The chanicum consisted of thousands of tech priest that could combine their creativity and thought process to invent sothing new and create a plan to achieve an objective.
But they still failed to match Victor's invention. That should show Victor's true value, but sadly, Aldred had to kill him.
It was fine though. The chanicum was more than enough for him. He was satisfied with how goal-oriented they were. Aldred did not have to worry about them being lazy or use funds for pleasure and entertainnt.
The tech priest and the super soldiers within the chanicum considered their jobs and duty as pleasure. If they did not get to work, they would suffer trendously.
In other words, these people were obsessive workaholic.
As their boss, Aldred was more than happy to have them under his wings. Gladly, he had sent them billions of gold coins and tons of resources. The chanicum worked much more efficiently now that they got so much resources in such ti.
That was how they could build this chanical army that was much stronger than before.
But of course, they need an upgrade because they now fight in a completely different continent.
"When can we attack?" Aldred asked.
"Right away. According to calculation, if we march now, our army should arrive at Marldon under twenty minutes. Our assassins bots would kill anyone around the area to prevent a leak of information. The arrival of our army would be a surprise to the enemy, and they will not be able to react properly."
"What if they have Adamantite Rank?" Aldred asked.
"My robots have collected so mories from the locals. The chance of encountering an Adamantite Rank is quite low."
Aldred smiled. Corduul really was an effective worker. He killed locals and sucked the information out of their brain before he even needed to tell him to.
The man or robot was as competent as Tarrar. Tarrar was more like his go to manager for all kinds of things, but Corduul was his war general and battle adviser.
"So is everything ready?"
"Yes, our army is ready to attack. In our estimation, the city should be taken over after 45 minutes."
Aldred laughed. "Any other person would not believe what you said." He drank his tea right after that statent.
Corduul suddenly looked to the side and then reported: "Master, there are hostiles approaching.
...
Outside Towbone, there was a wide expanse of vast grassland. Near this grassland were the farmlands where farrs laboriously worked for so bread. The farmlands were beautiful with dazzling rice crops waving in the wind. But of course, they could only dream of consuming one.
Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes thumping against the ground ca from afar. When the people who worked on the field looked to the east, they saw a fully ard cavalry cloaked in black galloped towards them.
The farrs looked shocked and then sprinted away imdiately, throwing their tools away.
"The Dark Horse! They are the Dark Horse!"
"Run back to the city!"
n and won scrambled away, running as fast as they could.
The cavalryn, cloaked in black, rushed towards the city with a sinister smiles on their faces. They were as fast as arrows.
"Get inside quickly! We are about to close the gate!"
The farrs ran inside the city before the guards began to close the gate.
The guards' faces pale when they see the cavalryn in the distance.
"They are two kiloters away from our city," Corduul reported.
"Let's go outside." Aldred and Corduul teleported atop the wall. The wind blew his hair as he stared into the distance.
"Look, the town leader is here! We are saved! We are saved!"
The people burst into cheers when they saw him.
Aldred waved at them and smiled with one hand holding his tea. He wondered why they had so much confidence in him.
"Who are they exactly?" Aldred asked.
A soldier approached and bowed. "My lord, the Dark Horse is a notorious criminal group around this area. Their mbers are consisted of powerful Platinum Ranks cavalry warriors, and they have massacred an entire village before when they refused to give him 'protection money'."
"Are they that strong?"
"Very, master. It's weird. They usually attack at night. This ans that they are underestimating us."
"I see." Aldred's eyes shone as his lips curled into a grin.
There were only a few hundreds warriors in Towbone at Platinum Ranks, and of course, none of them ca here to aid the city.
They actually did not live in Towbone. They only ca here to compete to decide who could rule Towbone and get all of its riches. When they beca the town leader, they did not even stay in the city. Instead, they used the money to spend it wherever they want.
Basically, they wanted to use the city as their cash cow. So, nobody in Towbone was actually at Platinum Ranks.
"Dark Horse! Charge!"
The cavalry galloped towards the city.
"Attack! Attack!"
The guards atop the wall fired their arrows, but when the arrows struck the armor, it ricocheted.
Within a few seconds, the cavalryn arrived at the bottom of the wall. Akhen, the leader of the Dark Horse, erupted with a powerful aura, and with explosive strength, leaped, and then landed atop the wall.
He brandished his long serrated blade and then tore all the guards that ca towards him.
"Akhen! Akhen!"
"Akhen! Akhen!"
The cavalryn below raised their weapons and burst into excited cheers. After that, they also leaped atop the wall and slaughtered every guards they saw.
They all stopped when they saw a weird robotic man standing next to a 12 year old boy.
Akhen scoffed. "What are these two? A walking can of tal, and so random snotty kid with a tea in his hand?
"You are not that impressive," Aldred said, sipping his tea. "Well, compared to the Platinum Ranks in my hotown, your strength is better, but there is not much in differences."
"I don't know what you are talking about, kid. But let give you a slow and torturing death!"
Akhen rushed forward, but suddenly, Corduul raised his right hand and a tal projectile fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Akhen was shot three tis. The bullets penetrated his armor, and even pierced through his back.
Akhen spat out blood as his vital organs were injured. "Bastard! You're a magician! They did not tell that the enemies have magicians on their side!"
"Magician! That walking piece of tal is a magician?!"
"No wonder he looks so mysterious and lifeless. Every magician always have that unique aura to them."
Akhen gritted his teeth. "n! Don't be scared! There is only one magicians! If we work together, we can kill him and bring his head for a big bonus!"
"Fuck yeah!!!"
Aldred sighed and drank his warm cup of tea.
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