Time Ghost

Chapter 17

~vroom~

Thunder-tinted cavalries march deep into the remnants of Moyra, one of the close-border civilization of Armea. It has been demolished to smithereens by Naulus’ endless bombardments upon its structure. Despite many land mines situated beyond the barrier of the city, No concrete results befallen their ranks to ruin the assault in whatsoever form. Their caterpillar tracks have been replaced with continuous hydrogen-booster mechanism under the steel physique of the tank.

No sudden outbursts from the setup below the skirt. Most exploding wires were bypassed as the 10 meters’ wide combat vehicle goes further into the jungle. Indeed, there are motion-detector landmines underneath, as well. It detects subtle motions above the sensor for the cue of them to go off in an instant.

~boom~

And it goes awry, nonetheless, for the main battle tank titanium-built configurations has protected them out from further harm of any conventional discharge.

~tap-tap-tap~

I can’t believe on my own decision to follow through with this suicide mission. Our Lieutenant assured that Naulus’ armory will obsolete after 4 rounds of explosions at the same position. But, it also means that I have to plant four sticky bombs to ensure its destruction, hence extended period for placing them up afterwards.

Dubious assessment for me, honestly. Carlo always kept mocking laughter against any of our objectives. It makes me wonder whether The Lieutenant’s information is trustworthy to believe. I have to crawl below their heavyweight body and risk myself to be crushed underneath. Who knows when would they opt to stop by and have a drink? Damn, do I have to....

Why, o’ thunder-God, Why do you bring me into this sort of mess.

Baron sneaks behind the convoy within the invisible vest. He carried an invisible knife within the left palm in case of need-to-murder activities on the run. The visor could detect its obscure position by image projection on the screen, so the young athlete could throw it off without having to worry about its following spot after that. Five additional blades are available inside the special compartment on the right wrist to complement its already-deployed teammates when their advance suddenly goes south.

I have to maintain distance with the foot soldiers around them. I can count seven on the side and from the rear of their huge commander tank. Quite much and plainly obvious, if I have to comment on that, since lesser guardians stationed on the other tank proves its importance in overall.

Time to utilise basketball skills and delete their leader, somehow.

Under the veil, Baron increased his running speed ahead of the convoy. He jumps over the rubble to reach the frontline vehicles in immediate fashion. Only one sticky bomb could be used for distraction. The Lieutenant ordered him to mount them over the spearhead vehicles of their battle formation. Based on their on-the-spot strategy, it would cause fluidity amongst the rank’s defense, possibly even trigger them to focus their infantry across the forefront side of their current tactics for dealing with unknown foes ahead.

~swoosh~

Baron feints three soldiers by running zig-zag at the gap in-between. His athletic composure and flexibility renders him to dodge any upcoming and unpredictable movement with ease. Automated features within the vest enhanced his agility to become way excel in sidestepping dangerous situation at the front.

A mighty swing thump from one of the Naulus soldier’s elbow came close towards His forearm in speed. The soldier wanted to adjust His rifle properly and switched its barrel’s face to the right. As Baron was aligned to the elbow’s swerve, such accident would compromise their objective and killed him off in the end. Life would never be spared in the battlefield. Damien’s ambition to settle issues of the time-travel liquid will never be accomplished.

Unless, the man himself could outrun the upcoming trouble, which is the main purpose of automated responses to exist this time around.

~boops~

‘Huh, did you just touch me, Hona? I feel quite a bump on my butt, for some reason.” The soldier said. His rifle was dangling out without restraint after slight adjustment on its position. It was uncomfortable to have them before the chest, yet having them under the armpit feels misplaced in a way,” Don’t tell me you’re horny, now.” He continued.

Ahead of such accusation, the other soldier puts both palms up to the air,” My testosterone always at the peak level, but I’ll surely famished if it’s your butt on the plate.” He replied casually.

“I don’t know if I should be happy or not. It’s my male parts you’re talking.”

Fuh, amazing! This man’s reflexes is beyond human sense. It might be due to himself being a seasoned athlete, or it’s thanks to the advanced suit technology on my chest for some reason.

~tap-tap-tap~

Baron now proceeds into the heart of their ranks in caution. However, only four soldiers appeared on the side. He succeed in avoiding three, and now having only one heading towards him in silence.

A lone wolf, huh? My generation called him “omega”, but I’ll address him as a loner than to be one of those freak moniker. Not like it matters, though.

~swoosh~

Without further ado, Baron walks past the last remaining defender effortlessly. No indications from the soldier’s capability to detect him, so far, as the man strides in peace and have himself spacing out on duty.

Okay, first objective complete. Now, let’s go to the bottom for our last finale.