The Conspiracy of the Elites - Chapter 419

Northern Sparta, Spartan Army headquarters.

Boom!

The main cannon of the Destroyer released another shot at the enemy camp, sending shockwaves to the surroundings as the enormous force behind the shock made the enemy’s shield flicker unstably.

The Destroyer! This was one of the Spartan republic’s 6 warships.

Right now, due to the situation of the battle stemmed from the unrelenting ambition of the Mocan forces to kill Spartan higher-ups, only this warship guarded this main headquarters overseeing all military forces of the republic.

The Megalodon guarded Southern Sparta, the Void Eagle guarded Western Sparta, the Realm Traveler guarded Eastern Sparta, while the Leonidas 1 guarded the Presidential Villa.

Due to the intense situation at the Presidential Villa, the strongest, highest graded, and most developed warship of the Spartan republic also guarded there.

The Star Shatterer!

This was the undisputed ace trump card of the republic, apart from the President himself when it came to war. It was the most expensive war weapon of the Spartan republic with state-of-the-art technology.

As a warship that was commissioned and made in the Drakran republic by Dakran weapon professors, the war machine was a beast in battle.

Right now, though the Star Shatterer was not here due to the circumstances, the Destroyer was able to act as the ultimate defense anchor keeping the Spartan army headquarters intact.

The enormous weapon of war hovered in the sky like a creature that lived and stemmed from the void. Its dozens of meters long body hovered silently, while its weapon armaments rotated rapidly.

Boom! Boom!

Each shot from its main weapon armaments left the air vibrating in reverence, showing the power packed behind it.

As its main weapons shot occasionally, the subsidiary weapon armaments rapidly battered the Mocan forces without any rest in between them. Its energy reserves were more than enough to cover these expenditures.

As it spread destruction at the enemies, inside of it was busy as a beehive as the professional military operators smoothly controlled this enormous weapon of war to resist the push invasion from their enemies.

Opposite the Destroyer in mid-air was 2 opposing enemy warships, sending 2 warships here while their main target was elsewhere showed the extravagance of the Mocan republic when it came to war resources.

As all 3 warships battered at each other’s field forces, so also were they embroiled in a fierce firepower battle, tainting the sky with orange-red explosions, and spreading heat everywhere.

Each movement from them in the air was like the stump of an ancient Giant, spreading destruction everywhere like a raging wildfire.

Below them, Mocan and Spartan soldiers were embroiled in battle.

As the headquarters of the main army of the Spartan republic, the Spartan army was not lacking soldiers or high-grade soldiers.

Soldiers formed rows upon rows of defensive and offensive lines, battering hard at their counterparts with such energy like they were injected with chicken blood which was a fierce adrenaline med dose.

Ranged soldiers rapidly shot at their opponents without holding back. Melee soldiers timed their moves, then they rushed at each other to duck it out in a battle to the death.

All around the battle spanning hundreds of kilometers was chaos.

Despite the chaos from the fierce firepower being exchanged in the battle and the explosions, there was a certain order to the battle as both sides implemented different strategies and mind games behind the scene.

Leading both armies were Generals, veteran 4th rank high-grade soldiers that were already tempered by it and knew the art of war.

Despite being the leaders of the battle, they did not act haughty and stay behind to give orders behind the scene. They were high-grade soldiers; the heart of the battlefield was their home.

Boom!

Generals from both armies clashed in the middle of the battlefield without a care of the world, spreading apocalyptic destruction of epic proportions to the surroundings.

Each of their movements was like a god was walking the land.

Their gadgets were even more exaggerated, generating so much power that the shockwaves alone cracked deep into the earth’s crust.

The battle remained fierce, the intensity not reducing for a second as both archenemies battled to their heart’s content.

Each death from the enemy side was like a motivating drug to them. Getting to stab their swords into the enemy’s chest gave them such adrenaline surges that they erupted with even more power.

Some of the veteran soldiers of this battlefield were those who already experienced previous invasion attempts.

And in those previous invasions, the lost comrades, they lost family, they lost their loved ones. They’ve kept the urge hidden for over a decade, but now getting the opportunity to exact revenge, they did not hold back.

This was the only ambition pushing them forward for over a decade now, they were not ready to botch that chance at this last moment of truth.

Motivated with such ideologies, the soldiers on both sides battled with their all, trying every means available to them to eradicate the other.

Even though both warships of the Mocan soldiers exerted huge pressure on their psyche, the effects were not too significant as the Spartan army headquarters was not just for show.

No matter how fierce the Mocan forces pushed, they could not completely breach even a single one of the Spartan defensive lines.

Each second, the defense measures of the headquarters would activate, revealing such defense structures and machines that could calmly put the threat of the 2 warships to the barest minimum.

This way, both parties remained in an oscillating stalemate.

At this moment, inside the Destroyer, Professor Monkey Hands worked with his group of personal mechanic assistants as they made sure that the warship did not botch at a critical moment and was in order.

This Professor who had weird tendencies had an abnormally serious expression on his face at this moment, every of his actions exuded solemnity, which affected his assistants, making them more focused.

As he worked seriously inside the warship, he was secretly paying attention to the battle situation of a young man.

“War!” He sighed inwardly in a melancholic manner.