Man on the ark, forced to become king

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"Mission objective confirmed, A1 deployment complete."

"A2 in position."

"A3 in position."

"A4 in position, route clearing complete."

"Touch spell ready, Seken, break down the door!"

On the rooftop platform of the hotel, Touch lay prone on the ground, set up his gun, aimed at the window of a room a hundred meters away, and gave the order to move.

"Alright! Coming!"

Sekken removed his fingers from the headphones, grinned maliciously, took the massive greatsword from behind him, and kicked it at the wooden door in front of him.

Snapped!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the immense force shattered the wooden door in an instant. The door opened wide, and the burly Sarkaz swordsman held his greatsword upright to block the attack. A burning fireball flew out of the house and slammed into the sword.

"The intelligence is wrong; the enemy sorcerers have not evacuated!"

With a roar, Seken's body seemed to swell, forcefully deflecting the incoming fireball. Two crossbow bolts flew from behind him in different directions, embedding themselves in the floor of the house. The mechanical devices mounted on the crossbows deployed, releasing large amounts of orange-red smoke.

Just as Fiameta had predicted, the Babel Tower squad's attack was like a signal, and the once peaceful street instantly became agitated. The Sarkaz mercenaries, who were rushing about, almost simultaneously drew their weapons and sought cover wherever they could.

Several crossbow bolts shot out from the smoke, creating a massive explosion in the air. As the smoke dissipated slightly, Seken immediately charged into the house with his greatsword in hand, followed by a burst of intense flames erupting from the doorway!

In about a few dozen seconds, the walls of the house suddenly exploded, and the surrounding buildings shook.

The chaos began.

Bright magical light burst forth from several houses affected by the battle, and fully armed mercenaries rushed out of the houses, attacking the mercenaries outside the nearest houses.

The mercenaries, suddenly attacked, were immediately jolted awake and instinctively launched a counterattack. The entire town was thrown into chaos in an instant. Spells, crossbow bolts, and explosives mingled with roars and curses, and the area affected grew larger and larger as more and more people joined the battle.

They were dragged into the battle and forced to fight back without even knowing the cause and effect of the situation.

Mercenaries in groups gathered together to fight, while the crazed lone wolf recklessly attacked any possible target.

As Fiameta said, these Sarkaz mercenaries, almost all of whom are infected, seem silent, but are actually more sensitive than anyone else. Fighting and killing have almost become instincts. On the chaotic battlefield, life and reasons have become the least important things.

The smell of blood and gunpowder deeply stimulated everyone's nerves. The mercenaries, fighting with real fire, attacked recklessly without any scruples. Large flames exploded in the peaceful town, houses collapsed, streets were broken, and frenzied crowds were everywhere.

No one cares what the initial reason for the fight was. When the urgency and anger in their hearts erupted, the only thought in the minds of the mercenaries who walked on the edge of life and death every day was to kill the enemy in front of them. Even if a few calm people tried to withdraw from the battlefield, they would soon be attacked indiscriminately by their crazy comrades around them and be drawn back into the battle.

In just over ten minutes, the situation had completely spiraled out of control. An atmosphere of madness and destruction enveloped everyone in the town. Blood was flowing, and slaughter was spreading. In the blink of an eye, the town's streets had become a living hell. An invisible fear and despair spread, casting a bloody shadow over the entire town.

Chapter Forty-Six: The Roar of the Ice Dragon

"Should I say it was expected? I don't believe they didn't anticipate this outcome before they took action."

The aftermath of the chaotic battle quickly spread into the hotel. Even through the walls and doors, Lin Lu could clearly hear the roars and explosions mingling around her.

The Sarkaz mercenaries lurking in the town were like a powder keg ready to explode, waiting for just a tiny spark to fall and ignite it completely, tearing everything to shreds.

The Babel Tower agents played the role of igniting the flames, setting off a wave that intended to drag everyone into the abyss of destruction. Frankly, this method of mission completion was completely contrary to the princess's reputation and was not something to be liked.

If this is their true style of doing things, then Kazdel's downfall doesn't seem surprising.

The rulers above set an example for their subordinates. Since the methods of the rulers above are so ruthless, their subordinates will only carry them out in an even more extreme way, just like what is happening now.

Lin Lu didn't know how many people were gathered in this remote border town, but conservatively estimated that there were more than two hundred. They should have been resting peacefully here, leaving, and then dying on some battlefield or from Oripathy. But now they were all caught up in a strange melee, and very few of them were able to survive.

It all started with a mission by the Babita squad.

Perhaps those mercenaries weren't exactly good people, but at least they shouldn't have died here.

"what!"

Suddenly, the wall of a house not far from the inn was blasted open by an explosive device that seemed to have come from nowhere. Through the huge hole, a woman holding a little girl in her arms could be seen staring in terror at the collapsing wall. Not far from them, specially made crossbow bolts flashing red light fell from the sky and embedded themselves in the ground. It was obvious that they were not good things.

"Isn't this a gathering place for mercenaries? How come there are civilians and children here?"

A question flashed through Lin Lu's mind, but before he could think further, he grabbed his staff and longsword and jumped out of the window. However, at such a great distance, even he couldn't stop the crossbow bolts from exploding.

The fire suddenly appeared!

thump~

In a daze, it seemed as if a distant bell rang out. The explosions, rubble, and frenzied crowds froze for a moment. Even the crossbow bolts that had just detonated were frozen in the instant of the explosion. Mostima's figure suddenly appeared in front of the broken wall, reached out and pulled it up, threw it into the sky, and then time began to flow again.

boom!

A dazzling flame burst in mid-air, stirring up a chaotic storm that made Mostima's clothes flutter wildly.

"This is a free village on the border of Kazdel, so of course there are civilians here. Otherwise, who lives in all these houses in the town? And who are the people providing services to the mercenaries?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a peculiar power, clearly reaching Lin Lu's ears.

Yes, since it's a complete town, of course there are ordinary people. Isn't that a very simple principle?

Lin Lu suddenly realized something, took off the radiant stone mask from her head and gently placed it on the ground, her expression becoming more serious than ever before.

"Mostima, please look after the civilians in the town. If possible, gather them together and protect them. This farce should end here."

No one is born to die. What did the residents of this town do wrong? They did nothing wrong. They just wanted to find a crack in this cruel world to survive, and even such a small wish was ruthlessly shattered by a mission.

For the first time since arriving in this world, Lin Lu felt a strong sense of dissatisfaction with the actions of certain people.

He's really unhappy right now, extremely unhappy, which means someone's going to be in trouble. What a load of bull, what a stupid agreement!

"Stop."

The incoming crossbow bolt was caught in his hand. The crazed mercenary raised his crossbow, about to nock another bolt, when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him to the ground.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

A burst of azure magical light erupted, and the effect of Kalia's Magic: Calm spread, instantly bringing the mercenary, who had been driven mad, back to his senses. Upon seeing the undisguised killing intent in Lin Lu's eyes, he nervously swallowed.

"Listen, I heard it..."

"From now on, you stay here. If you dare to continue fighting, you're dead, understand?"

"understand!"

"Very good. Smart people always live longer. I hope you are a smart person too."

Releasing the mercenary's neck, Lin Lu looked up and surveyed the chaotic battlefield. She took a deep breath and held a pure Originium and Hoshiguma's amulet in her palm, the intense light enveloping her entire hand.

Ouch! ! ! !

Blood energy surged, the crimson mark flashed and disappeared, and the heavy pressure and roar instantly crushed all the momentum on the battlefield.

A gigantic dragon head, several meters tall, materialized out of thin air above the crimson smoke, roaring menacingly. Its terrifying howl spread, spewing large swaths of icy mist into the sky before scattering back down, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

The color of the pure source stone gradually dimmed, and the icy mist exhaled from the dragon's mouth swept down, covering an area of ​​a hundred meters in radius. The crystal-clear ice crystals fell on every corner and on every person, making their movements stiff and slow.

"I said, stop!"

The thunderous roar clearly reached the ears of every mercenary who was still conscious, causing them to stop moving in unison. Everyone stopped attacking and looked at the slowly dissipating, ferocious dragon head.

Prayer - Dragon Ice!

The Dragon Village Prayer, which transforms itself into a giant dragon and breathes the breath of an ice dragon, possesses power beyond that of mortals, and its presence and power are extremely awe-inspiring.

crackle...

When the giant dragon head formed by the prayer disappeared, the wooden plaque clenched in his palm suddenly cracked, and the color of the pure source stone also dimmed considerably.

The Dragon's Prayer consumes far more energy than ordinary magic and prayer. Continuous output requires a much larger energy reserve, so Lin Lu can only fully unleash it by relying on the energy contained in the Pure Source Stone. This undoubtedly causes serious energy waste and puts a great deal of pressure on the user's physique.

If it were a local Terran, such a rough way of using it would undoubtedly lead to a severe case of Oripathy.

Moreover, after just one use, the amulet used as a temporary holy mark was almost completely destroyed, and at least half of the valuable pure source stone was extracted.

However, this use was indeed worthwhile, and the effect exceeded expectations.

Within the area shrouded by the dragon's breath, the mercenaries who had just been fiercely fighting each other were temporarily calmed down by the onslaught of the cold wave.

Chapter 47 The Evil Spirit of the Tower of Babel

However, that's not enough; it's not enough to make the mercenaries who are killing each other stop completely.

The effects of the dragon's ice couldn't cover the entire town, and the mercenaries, who lived on the edge of death, wouldn't stop because of a little bit of ice mist. The dragon's roar could intimidate them and make them wary, but that was all.

To truly stop these thugs, we need more direct and violent methods.

such as……

A thunderous roar erupted, crimson meteors fell from the sky, flames raged, and a divine bird rose slowly from the rolling firelight, while a violent hurricane swept across the land with scorching heat.

Ice and fire intertwined, and the war-torn town fell silent in an instant. The melting ice crystals turned into mist and rose up, draping the earth in a hazy veil.

The dazzling barrage of fire from the large-scale firearms of Laterano was so powerful that it was beyond the reach of these low-ranking mercenaries. Coupled with the intimidating roar of the dragon just now, most of them instinctively gripped their weapons, cautiously keeping their distance from those around them, and dared not make any rash moves.

Of course, some people did not stop, but some of them were quickly pierced through the hands and feet by bullets that traveled faster than the naked eye could see. The powerful impact sent their bodies flying and crashing into the ruins.

Lin Lu's figure flashed across the street, a long, pale blue, semi-transparent short sword circling around him, occasionally flying out and striking into the bodies of some mercenaries who were still unwilling to stop, knocking them down.

In the end, it was just a small border town with a limited number of people. Apart from a small number of those who had hidden themselves and had not yet taken action or who had already died, there were only about a hundred mercenaries still active on the streets. Under Lin Lu and Mostima's violent handling, the situation quickly stabilized.

Regardless of their reasons or intentions, the mercenaries consciously stopped fighting and dared not make any further moves after witnessing two far stronger individuals taking action.