Chapter 232: Captain Omega!
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After an extremely long journey that involved a lot of ups and downs, the Black Mamba Division Fleet was finally here.
As soon as he was informed of this by his subordinate, Staff Sergeant Barnes finally snapped out of the excited state that he was in due to this discovery. He turned his head to see the majestic fleet that was now before the seamount.
Compared to the Black Mamba Division Fleet, the Crimson Fleet was like a rat before a bulldog. The difference was clear as 7-up.
Staff Sergeant Barnes could not count them all, but he estimated that at least 50 warships were now hovering above the seamount and each of these warships was of a far higher grade than the ones allocated to his fleet.
All of the warships were clad with extremely destructive weapons, and their iconic black color made them seem like a fleet of ghost ships.
Their pitch-black color made the emblem and flag of this fleet more prominent. The flag of the Division Fleet flaunted an enormous Black Mamba snake who opened its mouth wide and was swallowing the world.
The enormous frames of the warships and their tight formation that made them form a cluster enabled them to cast a huge dark shadow in the seamount, making it seem like night suddenly descended.
This was the Black Mamba Division Fleet in its full glory.
To the mutated beasts that were on the island, the appearance of these strange metal creatures on the top of the seamount meant trouble. Their ability to bloat the sky, depriving them of light only spooked them the more.
Instantly after the Division Fleet arrived and bloated the sky of the seamount, most of the mutated beasts in the island were thrown into a panic.
Their already agitated emotions were agitated the more by the darkness. The little bit of morality that was induced by their beastly intelligence was eroded off by the fear that now dominated their hearts.
This group of metal creatures was the danger, and they were out for their heads. Instantly, a mixture of panic, fear, and anger dominated their minds so much that they all erupted and rushed towards the fleet.
At this moment, they no longer wanted to stay in the seamount, they now wanted to put their life on the line and fight their way out.
In a situation where over 70% of the mutated beasts in this seamount were intimidated and decided to fight their way to safety, from the Division Fleet's perspective, it was like an infinity tide of beasts was rushing their way.
Despite what was happening, the Black Mamba Division Fleet was calm. None of the warships left their formation, they simply awaited orders.
While the mutated beast tide rushed towards them, from the main ship of the Division Fleet, the Toothed Mamba, floated out a soldier that was geared from head to toe in samurai-like gear.
This soldier's armor was not too heavy, a samurai sword was attached to his waist belt and his hands were wrapped with boxing magic chains.
He was wearing what seemed like a pair of black leather sandals, but these sandals emitted a blue light as he floated in the water.
All these were minor features of this Atlantian soldier though. The main features of this Atlantian soldier were his big eyes that looked like an Owl's, and his bald sparkly head that looked like a stainless-steel plate's surface.
The features of his face were stone-cold and plain, which reflected his personality. He was a no-nonsense and straightforward Atlantian soldier.
At this moment, this Captain's eyes were narrowed as he looked at the mutated beasts that were swimming towards him as a sense of irritation sprouted in his heart that made him feel like hitting his bald head against something.
In a few seconds though, his heart calmed down as a sense of disdain sprouted in his heart. These beasts were too weak, they were not his opponent, his opponents were not here yet.
"Wipe them out!" He finally ordered his soldiers.
"Yes, Captain Omega!"
As soon as the soldiers acknowledged their Captain's order, the 50+ warships of the Division Fleet moved in tandems like pieces of clothing that were attached together by a needle and thread.
For a group of chaotically escaping mutated beasts like this, the controllers of the warships knew the most effective way to take care of them on a textbook level. All that was needed was an area of effect bombardment.
The warships charged their weapons for a few seconds, then the rapidly escaping mutated beasts experienced hell.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
…
Blood dyed the water red, the originally free and clean water turned muddy and heavy due to the overflowing blood. This display to the onlookers was like a demo of what was coming ahead.
In an instant, the seamount turned even more desolate and deserted. It now seemed like a forbidden ground that was suffering from an ancient curse.
After all the beasts were wiped out, Captain Omega was finally satisfied. While his warships descended slowly, his impatient nature kicked in as he rapidly swam downward towards where the Crimson Fleet docked.
On getting closer, all the soldiers of the fleet expressed their respect as they saluted reverently.
"Captain Omega!"
The Captain nodded slightly. "Who is in charge here?"
"I am the one, Captain!"
When the Captain turned his head to see who it was, his eyes could not focus on the Atlantian soldier again as it was immediately drawn to the hole that was just a few distances away from the soldier.
Without saying a word, he swam closer and bent as he carefully examined this hole. "This Boxing Chains, they belong to Colonel Tada!"
"Yes, Captain, we just noticed".
Captain Omega raised his right hand to stroke his beard for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Good! Very good! It's mine now, dig it up!"
"…"
What Staff Sergeant Barnes was originally about to say next was stuck in his throat. He could only look blankly until the Captain reminded again, that was when he went to work with his soldiers on retrieving the boxing magic chains.
As the soldiers went to work, the Division Fleet already docked its warships and now its soldiers were finally coming out.
While they did, Captain Omega kept quiet as thoughts went through his mind. Seeing this hole already made him understand some things.
Colonel Tada was a famous Atlantian warlord, being a powerhouse who trained to the legendary Gold Realm. According to the race, he died by sacrificing his life to protect an Atlantian outpost city by dying with the enemy predator.
Through this hole, this Captain made his own conclusions.
From the boxing chains that were here which were renowned for being the Colonel's main magic weapon, he confirmed that the Colonel indeed died.
But from the magic power on the chain, he noticed another thing, he recognized the skill that the Colonel used before his death.
If this skill was placed into the equation, then the race's story was not entirely correct. This skill could only be used on an enemy when it was already guaranteed that you were dying and could still not take down your opponent.
The mechanisms of the skill involved sacrificing your own soul to form a soul lock that could lock your enemy's soul for eternity, putting your enemy in a state of endless torture and constant weakening.
Then, if all these speculations were right, it also meant that these legendary boxing chains were the inheritance that was left by this Atlantian Colonel.
On speculating to this, Captain Omega's face fell. If this chain was the main catch of an inheritance, then his plan to dig and just take this magic weapon for himself was bound to fail.
To get this chain, he needed to take on the inheritance requirements and fulfill them which would probably take a lot of effort.
He would have loved to do it immediately, but despite his hotblooded nature, he was still aware that he came here for an important mission.
Reluctantly, he called Staff Sergeant Barnes and his subordinates back, then without mincing words, he directly asked for a status update.
"Tell me everything that you managed to get about this seamount, the mission starts now".
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After an extremely long journey that involved a lot of ups and downs, the Black Mamba Division Fleet was finally here.
As soon as he was informed of this by his subordinate, Staff Sergeant Barnes finally snapped out of the excited state that he was in due to this discovery. He turned his head to see the majestic fleet that was now before the seamount.
Compared to the Black Mamba Division Fleet, the Crimson Fleet was like a rat before a bulldog. The difference was clear as 7-up.
Staff Sergeant Barnes could not count them all, but he estimated that at least 50 warships were now hovering above the seamount and each of these warships was of a far higher grade than the ones allocated to his fleet.
All of the warships were clad with extremely destructive weapons, and their iconic black color made them seem like a fleet of ghost ships.
Their pitch-black color made the emblem and flag of this fleet more prominent. The flag of the Division Fleet flaunted an enormous Black Mamba snake who opened its mouth wide and was swallowing the world.
The enormous frames of the warships and their tight formation that made them form a cluster enabled them to cast a huge dark shadow in the seamount, making it seem like night suddenly descended.
This was the Black Mamba Division Fleet in its full glory.
To the mutated beasts that were on the island, the appearance of these strange metal creatures on the top of the seamount meant trouble. Their ability to bloat the sky, depriving them of light only spooked them the more.
Instantly after the Division Fleet arrived and bloated the sky of the seamount, most of the mutated beasts in the island were thrown into a panic.
Their already agitated emotions were agitated the more by the darkness. The little bit of morality that was induced by their beastly intelligence was eroded off by the fear that now dominated their hearts.
This group of metal creatures was the danger, and they were out for their heads. Instantly, a mixture of panic, fear, and anger dominated their minds so much that they all erupted and rushed towards the fleet.
At this moment, they no longer wanted to stay in the seamount, they now wanted to put their life on the line and fight their way out.
In a situation where over 70% of the mutated beasts in this seamount were intimidated and decided to fight their way to safety, from the Division Fleet's perspective, it was like an infinity tide of beasts was rushing their way.
Despite what was happening, the Black Mamba Division Fleet was calm. None of the warships left their formation, they simply awaited orders.
While the mutated beast tide rushed towards them, from the main ship of the Division Fleet, the Toothed Mamba, floated out a soldier that was geared from head to toe in samurai-like gear.
This soldier's armor was not too heavy, a samurai sword was attached to his waist belt and his hands were wrapped with boxing magic chains.
He was wearing what seemed like a pair of black leather sandals, but these sandals emitted a blue light as he floated in the water.
All these were minor features of this Atlantian soldier though. The main features of this Atlantian soldier were his big eyes that looked like an Owl's, and his bald sparkly head that looked like a stainless-steel plate's surface.
The features of his face were stone-cold and plain, which reflected his personality. He was a no-nonsense and straightforward Atlantian soldier.
At this moment, this Captain's eyes were narrowed as he looked at the mutated beasts that were swimming towards him as a sense of irritation sprouted in his heart that made him feel like hitting his bald head against something.
In a few seconds though, his heart calmed down as a sense of disdain sprouted in his heart. These beasts were too weak, they were not his opponent, his opponents were not here yet.
"Wipe them out!" He finally ordered his soldiers.
"Yes, Captain Omega!"
As soon as the soldiers acknowledged their Captain's order, the 50+ warships of the Division Fleet moved in tandems like pieces of clothing that were attached together by a needle and thread.
For a group of chaotically escaping mutated beasts like this, the controllers of the warships knew the most effective way to take care of them on a textbook level. All that was needed was an area of effect bombardment.
The warships charged their weapons for a few seconds, then the rapidly escaping mutated beasts experienced hell.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
…
Blood dyed the water red, the originally free and clean water turned muddy and heavy due to the overflowing blood. This display to the onlookers was like a demo of what was coming ahead.
In an instant, the seamount turned even more desolate and deserted. It now seemed like a forbidden ground that was suffering from an ancient curse.
After all the beasts were wiped out, Captain Omega was finally satisfied. While his warships descended slowly, his impatient nature kicked in as he rapidly swam downward towards where the Crimson Fleet docked.
On getting closer, all the soldiers of the fleet expressed their respect as they saluted reverently.
"Captain Omega!"
The Captain nodded slightly. "Who is in charge here?"
"I am the one, Captain!"
When the Captain turned his head to see who it was, his eyes could not focus on the Atlantian soldier again as it was immediately drawn to the hole that was just a few distances away from the soldier.
Without saying a word, he swam closer and bent as he carefully examined this hole. "This Boxing Chains, they belong to Colonel Tada!"
"Yes, Captain, we just noticed".
Captain Omega raised his right hand to stroke his beard for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Good! Very good! It's mine now, dig it up!"
"…"
What Staff Sergeant Barnes was originally about to say next was stuck in his throat. He could only look blankly until the Captain reminded again, that was when he went to work with his soldiers on retrieving the boxing magic chains.
As the soldiers went to work, the Division Fleet already docked its warships and now its soldiers were finally coming out.
While they did, Captain Omega kept quiet as thoughts went through his mind. Seeing this hole already made him understand some things.
Colonel Tada was a famous Atlantian warlord, being a powerhouse who trained to the legendary Gold Realm. According to the race, he died by sacrificing his life to protect an Atlantian outpost city by dying with the enemy predator.
Through this hole, this Captain made his own conclusions.
From the boxing chains that were here which were renowned for being the Colonel's main magic weapon, he confirmed that the Colonel indeed died.
But from the magic power on the chain, he noticed another thing, he recognized the skill that the Colonel used before his death.
If this skill was placed into the equation, then the race's story was not entirely correct. This skill could only be used on an enemy when it was already guaranteed that you were dying and could still not take down your opponent.
The mechanisms of the skill involved sacrificing your own soul to form a soul lock that could lock your enemy's soul for eternity, putting your enemy in a state of endless torture and constant weakening.
Then, if all these speculations were right, it also meant that these legendary boxing chains were the inheritance that was left by this Atlantian Colonel.
On speculating to this, Captain Omega's face fell. If this chain was the main catch of an inheritance, then his plan to dig and just take this magic weapon for himself was bound to fail.
To get this chain, he needed to take on the inheritance requirements and fulfill them which would probably take a lot of effort.
He would have loved to do it immediately, but despite his hotblooded nature, he was still aware that he came here for an important mission.
Reluctantly, he called Staff Sergeant Barnes and his subordinates back, then without mincing words, he directly asked for a status update.
"Tell me everything that you managed to get about this seamount, the mission starts now".
After an extremely long journey that involved a lot of ups and downs, the Black Mamba Division Fleet was finally here. As soon as he was informed of this by his subordinate, Staff Sergeant Barnes finally snapped out of the excited state that he was in due to this discovery. He turned his head to see the majestic fleet that was now before the seamount. Compared to the Black Mamba Division Fleet, the Crimson Fleet was like a rat before a bulldog. The difference was clear as 7-up. Staff Sergeant Barnes could not count them all, but he estimated that at least 50 warships were now hovering above the seamount and each of these warships was of a far higher grade than the ones allocated to his fleet. All of the warships were clad with extremely destructive weapons, and their iconic black color made them seem like a fleet of ghost ships. Their pitch-black color made the emblem and flag of this fleet more prominent. The flag of the Division Fleet flaunted an enormous Black Mamba snake who opened its mouth wide and was swallowing the world. The enormous frames of the warships and their tight formation that made them form a cluster enabled them to cast a huge dark shadow in the seamount, making it seem like night suddenly descended. This was the Black Mamba Division Fleet in its full glory. To the mutated beasts that were on the island, the appearance of these strange metal creatures on the top of the seamount meant trouble. Their ability to bloat the sky, depriving them of light only spooked them the more. Instantly after the Division Fleet arrived and bloated the sky of the seamount, most of the mutated beasts in the island were thrown into a panic. Their already agitated emotions were agitated the more by the darkness. The little bit of morality that was induced by their beastly intelligence was eroded off by the fear that now dominated their hearts. This group of metal creatures was the danger, and they were out for their heads. Instantly, a mixture of panic, fear, and anger dominated their minds so much that they all erupted and rushed towards the fleet. At this moment, they no longer wanted to stay in the seamount, they now wanted to put their life on the line and fight their way out. In a situation where over 70% of the mutated beasts in this seamount were intimidated and decided to fight their way to safety, from the Division Fleet's perspective, it was like an infinity tide of beasts was rushing their way. Despite what was happening, the Black Mamba Division Fleet was calm. None of the warships left their formation, they simply awaited orders. While the mutated beast tide rushed towards them, from the main ship of the Division Fleet, the Toothed Mamba, floated out a soldier that was geared from head to toe in samurai-like gear. This soldier's armor was not too heavy, a samurai sword was attached to his waist belt and his hands were wrapped with boxing magic chains. He was wearing what seemed like a pair of black leather sandals, but these sandals emitted a blue light as he floated in the water. All these were minor features of this Atlantian soldier though. The main features of this Atlantian soldier were his big eyes that looked like an Owl's, and his bald sparkly head that looked like a stainless-steel plate's surface. The features of his face were stone-cold and plain, which reflected his personality. He was a no-nonsense and straightforward Atlantian soldier. At this moment, this Captain's eyes were narrowed as he looked at the mutated beasts that were swimming towards him as a sense of irritation sprouted in his heart that made him feel like hitting his bald head against something. In a few seconds though, his heart calmed down as a sense of disdain sprouted in his heart. These beasts were too weak, they were not his opponent, his opponents were not here yet. "Wipe them out!" He finally ordered his soldiers. "Yes, Captain Omega!" As soon as the soldiers acknowledged their Captain's order, the 50+ warships of the Division Fleet moved in tandems like pieces of clothing that were attached together by a needle and thread. For a group of chaotically escaping mutated beasts like this, the controllers of the warships knew the most effective way to take care of them on a textbook level. All that was needed was an area of effect bombardment. The warships charged their weapons for a few seconds, then the rapidly escaping mutated beasts experienced hell. Boom! Boom! Boom! Blood dyed the water red, the originally free and clean water turned muddy and heavy due to the overflowing blood. This display to the onlookers was like a demo of what was coming ahead. In an instant, the seamount turned even more desolate and deserted. It now seemed like a forbidden ground that was suffering from an ancient curse. After all the beasts were wiped out, Captain Omega was finally satisfied. While his warships descended slowly, his impatient nature kicked in as he rapidly swam downward towards where the Crimson Fleet docked. On getting closer, all the soldiers of the fleet expressed their respect as they saluted reverently. "Captain Omega!" The Captain nodded slightly. "Who is in charge here?" "I am the one, Captain!" When the Captain turned his head to see who it was, his eyes could not focus on the Atlantian soldier again as it was immediately drawn to the hole that was just a few distances away from the soldier. Without saying a word, he swam closer and bent as he carefully examined this hole. "This Boxing Chains, they belong to Colonel Tada!" "Yes, Captain, we just noticed". Captain Omega raised his right hand to stroke his beard for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Good! Very good! It's mine now, dig it up!" "" What Staff Sergeant Barnes was originally about to say next was stuck in his throat. He could only look blankly until the Captain reminded again, that was when he went to work with his soldiers on retrieving the boxing magic chains. As the soldiers went to work, the Division Fleet already docked its warships and now its soldiers were finally coming out. While they did, Captain Omega kept quiet as thoughts went through his mind. Seeing this hole already made him understand some things. Colonel Tada was a famous Atlantian warlord, being a powerhouse who trained to the legendary Gold Realm. According to the race, he died by sacrificing his life to protect an Atlantian outpost city by dying with the enemy predator. Through this hole, this Captain made his own conclusions. From the boxing chains that were here which were renowned for being the Colonel's main magic weapon, he confirmed that the Colonel indeed died. But from the magic power on the chain, he noticed another thing, he recognized the skill that the Colonel used before his death. If this skill was placed into the equation, then the race's story was not entirely correct. This skill could only be used on an enemy when it was already guaranteed that you were dying and could still not take down your opponent. The mechanisms of the skill involved sacrificing your own soul to form a soul lock that could lock your enemy's soul for eternity, putting your enemy in a state of endless torture and constant weakening. Then, if all these speculations were right, it also meant that these legendary boxing chains were the inheritance that was left by this Atlantian Colonel. On speculating to this, Captain Omega's face fell. If this chain was the main catch of an inheritance, then his plan to dig and just take this magic weapon for himself was bound to fail. To get this chain, he needed to take on the inheritance requirements and fulfill them which would probably take a lot of effort. He would have loved to do it immediately, but despite his hotblooded nature, he was still aware that he came here for an important mission. Reluctantly, he called Staff Sergeant Barnes and his subordinates back, then without mincing words, he directly asked for a status update. "Tell me everything that you managed to get about this seamount, the mission starts now".
