Defeating the Guard Unit

"What is that?"

The guard captain's eyes widened, and the next moment, the giant was already standing before him.

"Attack..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was sent flying by an impact. After tumbling several times, he hit the ground, already dead.

Thierry stepped off the carriage just in time to see Nimrod charge, carving a wide path through the guard detachment. Everyone caught in the direct line of the charge was crushed instantly, while those nearby were blown away by the shockwave.

His pupils constricted; only now did he realize that Nimrod's strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

He is like a god of war from the Old Night. If he hadn't wanted to subjugate me, I would have been smashed into a pulp before I even had the chance to draw my weapon.

Thierry no longer held a shred of doubt toward Nimrod; this work cycle would be the end of the Mad King.

"Monster!"

"It's a god descended to punish the Mad King!"

"..."

The guards' morale collapsed; they screamed and fled in a frenzy.

"Puhach's Hive Spire. Lead the way."

Nimrod ignored them and spoke to Thierry.

"My lord, the train station is only twenty-five point four kilometers from the Mad King's Hive Spire. Please, follow me."

Three kilometers into the march, the force encountered an interception by the Hive City garrison.

Nimrod's superhuman senses took in the entire garrison force: four thousand one hundred men. They were more numerous than the forces at Tezwork Hive, better equipped, and possessed one support vehicle for every hundred soldiers.

Although Puhach is insane, he is far more generous than Boleslaw. These vehicles may be nothing on a major front, but they are powerful riot-control assets for a Hive City garrison.

He considered that only Thierry and Rawlslev wore carapace armor; the other subordinates would surely suffer heavy casualties if faced with the suppression of heavy machine-gun fire.

Nimrod converted the numbers, firepower, and terrain factors of both sides into parameters, incorporating them into his mental model to formulate a battle plan.

"The 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th Companies, along with Thierry's men, will deploy on the left flank. The other six companies will attack from the right."

Aside from elites like Rawlslev, the 1st Vostonian Regiment—composed of gang members and upper-hive workers—lacked the combat prowess of the troops Thierry had led through years of guerrilla warfare.

By assigning the four companies of raw recruits to the left flank, he balanced the combat power.

The six companies of veterans possessed better synergy, and integrating recruits into their ranks would only hinder their coordination.

Following this, Nimrod charged toward the enemy first; he intended to draw their fire, especially the heavy machine guns.

The garrison captain was shocked to see the giant slaughter his way into the ranks, swinging a heavy halberd to smash a support vehicle with a single blow.

Seeing the giant charging straight at him, he hurriedly shouted.

"Attack! Focus fire! Aim for the monster! Open fire!"

Instantly, thousands of men trained their weapons on Nimrod.

Nimrod swung his heavy halberd, hooking a support vehicle and hurling it five meters ahead.

He then swung the halberd again; before the enemies on either side could react, their upper bodies burst apart amidst a cacophony of "bang-bang-bang" sounds.

"Advance! Attack!"

Rawlslev had anticipated this and issued the order to attack.

The recruits in the six companies, urged on by their captains and the veterans beside them, also launched their assault.

The soldiers of the New 4th Company stood stunned for a moment before snapping back to reality.

Thierry, for his part, found it impossible to comprehend how the battle had turned into this.

Facing Nimrod, does so-called strategy even have any meaning?

What meaning is there in the swordsmanship I have practiced for so many years?

It wasn't until bullets struck his carapace armor and ricocheted off that he regained his focus. He glanced at the striding Nimrod and issued his command.

"Attack!"

There was a hint of bitterness in Thierry's voice. In the past, his family's followers would have noticed their master's distress, but now, everyone's attention was seized by that towering figure.

As Nimrod pushed forward, he kept an eye on the progress of the flanks.

On the right, the veteran core worked with seamless synergy and high morale, advancing steadily under Rawlslev's command.

Bukayo roamed the edge of the formation alone, using a silenced las-pistol to destroy lumen-lights.

He then moved through the darkness and the shadows of the buildings. No enemy noticed him, but every time he appeared, he claimed the life of an enemy commander, causing more and more of the enemy to fall into chaos.

Thierry was somewhat distracted, but he remained the strongest combatant aside from Nimrod himself, serving as the spearhead of the left flank.

The soldiers of House Viera were filled with high fighting spirit, the fire of vengeance burning in their eyes, and their combat effectiveness was far superior to the four companies of recruits beside them.

After a moment of chaos, the recruits entered a combat state under the loud reprimands of their commanders.

Nimrod drew the majority of the enemy's fire, allowing the others to face more scattered and inconsistent resistance.

Among them, the 7th Company, which had previously seized the train station, performed with particular excellence.

In particular, Szczesny, whom Nimrod observed closely, not only hit every shot but also possessed a keen sense of command, using loud shouts to mobilize his men and seeking coordination with other squads.

"Sandomierski, push forward, take out that bastard at eleven o'clock."

"Wawrzyniak, get your ass back here and hold the line."

"Wasilewski, I'll draw their fire, your squad flank them from the side."

"..."

Nimrod's attention returned to the front; he had already made his decision to cultivate Szczesny into a "Sailor."

Thierry was a natural "Warrior" with potential far beyond what Rawlslev could achieve, but his loyalty still needed to be verified.

His gaze shifted to the panicked commander fleeing ahead, and he began to run.

After a five-step sprint, he leaped into the air.

Then, he slammed his right foot heavily onto a support vehicle, using the momentum to vault forward.

"Drive! Floor the damn pedal!"

The commander of the Lukpo security forces shouted in terror, urging the driver at the top of his lungs.

The next moment, he felt his head shrouded in shadow. He looked up in horror, his final thought being, It's over.

Nimrod crashed into the command vehicle, crushing the commander into a pulp. At the same time, he felt his spirituality become more vibrant and his body lighter; he clearly sensed that the digestion of the "Barbarian" had reached a new milestone.

The security forces collapsed completely, dropping their weapons and fleeing in all directions.

The battlefield was cleared, finished quickly within ten standard minutes.

The 1st Vostonian Regiment captured three support vehicles, the House Viera militia captured two, and their expended ammunition was replenished.

Thierry boarded a support vehicle, leading the way three meters ahead and to the left of Nimrod.

The Hive Spire of House Piatkowski.

Puhach, who possessed not a single piece of flesh and whose every step emitted the clanging of steel, walked into the palace.

Everyone immediately lowered their heads, especially the nobles who had not yet been fully modified, whose bodies were partially collapsing and whose vision flickered with double images; they chanted silently in their hearts.

The Mad King cannot see me, the Mad King cannot see me...

Puhach sat upon the Iron Throne. He raised his right arm, his mechanical claw pointing at a person standing before him, whose flesh-and-blood legs were concealed by red robes.

"Murawski, I already sent Mierzejewski's security team to intercept them. Why do you still disturb my experiments?"

Hearing the word "experiment," everyone's bodies trembled slightly.

"My King, I am truly sorry, but the enemies attacking the upper hive include not only the traitor Thierry Vieira, but also a monster."