The Conspiracy of the Elites - Chapter 430

On witnessing 2 of their warships being destroyed in the span of just over a dozen minutes, horror gripped the hearts of the Mocan army. Disbelief filled their hearts but they knew that they were not hallucinating.

For years, the Mocan and even the Spartan soldiers believed that only warships could destroy warships. In their perspective, those were war weapons of technology that already transcended human capabilities.

Now, this notion in their heart was ruthlessly cut off and replaced. Seeing the 2 crashed warships, they felt fear grip their soul.

Despite the shock, the Mocan war leaders were able to react instantly.

Immediately, they improvised in even more drastic ways. The Mocan army did not dare leave anything to luck and chances again.

Blue fire spewed out of the sides of the enormous Leviathan, pouring out enough heat to propel it with speed as it immediately rushed to the side of the nearest warship closest to the Spartan President.

Without needing a notification first, the last Mocan warship responded in the same way as the 3 warships formed a circular defense perimeter to protect themselves against this war god.

With the Leviathan anchoring it, the other 2 warships joined as they formed an interconnected extremely sturdy energy shield in mid-air.

Feeling a little safe with the shield erected, they ignored the 2 almost destroyed Spartan warships that were still attacking them and focused on the chaos bringer in this war- President Leonidas.

All of their weapons, both main and subsidiary weapon armaments were aimed and focused on the Spartan President, but this still was not able to calm the trepidatious upheavals in their hearts.

To them, this man was no longer a human but a monster. His glowing golden eyes reinforced this notion more as through the sensors of the warship, they could see everything clearly.

Subconsciously, their impression of the Spartan President already transcended human understanding and comprehension.

Below, the war continued, but most of the soldiers’ attentions were up there to see what would happen and the subsequent developments.

The battle that just happened already exceeded what they knew and imagined about high-grade soldiers. Below, Clark watched with glittering eyes as a lot of things went through his mind.

He faintly understood the present state of the President, but he could not confirm it as this was his first time seeing it with his own eyes.

In mid-air, feeling all those eyes land on him, Leonidas ordered his exotic armor to cover his face completely.

As soon as it was covered, he clenched his fists as his face contorted in pain amid his flesh heaving up and down in eerie ways like worms were crawling underneath them.

He took a few seconds to suppress the pain as the heaving flesh calmed down, then he finally opened his eyes, removing the shield from his face at the same time.

Inwardly, he knew that he was almost spent but he did not let it show outwardly in his expressions or his mannerisms.

After suppressing the pain in his body, he ignored the 3 warships that formed a defensive formation facing him and turned to look at the 2 Mocan Commanders who looked at him with grim expressions from afar.

Ignoring the female Commander Naga, his golden eyes focused on Commander Ash and narrowed. Then, he slowly raised his left hand in the air, he paused for 2 seconds before clenching his fist.

Seeing this, the Mocan Commander felt his heart skipping a beat but it was too late, his indecisiveness cost him severely.

Boom!

As soon as President Leonidas clenched his fist, the golden energy force surrounding him flared ever wilder as the Mocan Commander who was a distance away from him suddenly exploded into a shower of blood and golden energy.

Amid the explosion, a device was activated, spreading pure blue energy as the Mocan Commander narrowly escaped the fatal blow.

The him that escaped was far different than his normal self, his body was filled with blood like he was an embryo in a woman’s womb. Only pure horror and fear could be detected from him.

“Let’s leave!”

Commander Naga didn’t need his reminder, as soon as the President’s remote attack succeeded, she hurriedly grabbed Commander Ash who was already hovering at the point of death, and teleported away.

She appeared a few kilometers away, but still not feeling safe, she activated her exotic boots and sprinted out of the city at a mind-blowing speed.

In 2 minutes, both Commanders left the country without hesitation.

Just 20 minutes since he arrived, the 2 Mocan Commanders were beaten to the point of them escaping pathetically, and 2 Mocan warships were destroyed.

In just 20 minutes, the tides of the battle were turned.

This was the sovereign of the Spartan Republic, this was the leader of all Spartan life, this was the President and Guardian of Sparta, this was Leonidas.

The battle was still ongoing below, but the explosions and gunshots only served as a better platform to emphasize the war heroism of the Spartan President.

The last action from the President viciously crushed the remaining hopes of the Mocan army.

Hum!! Hum!!

The main Mocan warship, the Leviathan suddenly let out 2 extremely loud sounds which reverberated across the battlefield. This was the sound of a retreat, the Mocan army admitted defeat.

As the sound for a retreat kept on blasting through the battlefield, a faint smile outlined Leonidas’s face amid the pain that he was going through.

Inclining his face to the side, he saw his 2 Commanders, Commander Rashford and Commander Arthur.

He nodded at them and without saying a word, teleported out of the battlefield back inside the Presidential Villa.

As soon as the President left, Commander Rashford took the helm over the battle again. With both hands holding his dual swords, he pointed at the tide of retreating enemies with a ferocious expression on his face.

“Hunt the Mocans!”

“For Victory!”

“FOR VICTORY!”

The Spartan soldiers roared in response before rushing out of their defense formations in pursuit of the enemy.

For 5 days, they’ve hidden behind defense battle formations, and now for once, they had the chance to take the initiative. They were not going to waste it, they vented all their pent-up emotions.

The battle ended prematurely, but the war was not over.

The war would only be over after every single Mocan soldier was either killed or pursued outside the boundaries of Sparta, the Spartan soldiers were ready to pay their enemies with 10 times more pain as they inflicted on them.

The war continued.