"Take their weapons and let's go!" Years had passed, and An, once seemingly immature, had grown increasingly steady through his trials with the Raven Guard.
It was not only the East District, where The Saviors were located. At the same time, miner slaves in the camps of several other regions launched attacks against their armed overseers.
But not every camp went as smoothly as An's. While overseers inside the mine tunnels were successfully killed, those stationed near the main roads and camp platforms were not so easily dealt with.
The criminals of the West District had practically paved a road for the miner brothers of the other camps to launch their attack with their own corpses.
Outside every station lay hundreds, even thousands, of bodies riddled with holes from Laser Guns. The air was thick with the nauseating, bloody stench of roasted flesh.
"Only at this moment did we truly acknowledge these criminals from the West District as miners of Lycaeus." Thus wrote the Raven Guard's recorder in his later memoirs.
"Kill all these overseers. We don't need prisoners!" As the highest-ranking commander on the perimeter, Arendi gave this brutal order. The miners had neither the time nor the manpower and resources to guard these overseers.
"Tear them apart!! For our dead friends and family!"
"I could eat you vampire lackeys alive!!!"
The Raven Guard left behind several severely wounded or disarmed overseers, then hurried toward the Tower's perimeter to encircle and slaughter their enemies.
Before the remaining wounded overseers could celebrate their survival, they saw ragged groups of miners with red-rimmed eyes closing in around them.
Stones, entrenching shovels, mining picks... countless mining tools became deadly weapons at that moment, raining down mercilessly upon the overseers who had exploited them for countless years.
Some miners, driven mad by hatred, even pounced on them and savagely tore into the overseers with their teeth—those men who had once lorded over them, shitting and pissing on their heads.
Lycaeus, silent for centuries, truly boiled over at that moment.
Tower
"Is this the trash at the Tower's lowest level?" Sharojin cleaved off Agamemnon's head with a single stroke, without the slightest ripple in his heart.
Sharojin remembered clearly that when Sandman had sent him to deliver a message to the Tower, he had not even gotten to see the person in charge of the supply point, much less this great figure who controlled the fate of all overseers on Lycaeus and the exchange of supplies. Yet now, this once-arrogant great figure was as helpless as an ant Sharojin could crush at will.
Sharojin dared to guarantee that he had not merely gone easy on him—he had practically held back an ocean.
If Agamemnon had been given the chance to speak, he would surely have roared at Sharojin, "If you've got the skill, take off that Precision Power Armor!"
That was right. Korax had casually taken a set of Precision Power Armor from the Lord of the High Tower's private treasury, and one set had happened to go to Sharojin. It made the already exceptionally gifted Sharojin even deadlier.
Now, Sharojin usually carried out missions alone. The reason was simple: his teammates could not keep up with his pace, and those who could keep up did not need such an excessive team to deal with matters on Lycaeus.
Acting alone instead allowed them to maximize their value.
"Next objective: destroy the defensive installations deployed on the Tower's middle levels." Sharojin crossed Agamemnon's name off the notebook he carried with him, then shifted his gaze to the next task.
Sharojin did not think the perimeter overseers would pose much of a problem, but the Defense Nodes installed in the Tower could not be dealt with using only the Laser Guns seized from armed overseers. That required Shadow Kill to carry out precise elimination missions, or they could simply take the Lord of the High Tower hostage and obtain the highest authorization to shut down those armed platforms.
Of course, Sharojin was not the only one carrying out this mission. The Tower covered such a vast area that even if Sharojin ran his legs off, he could not clear every platform before the Raven Guard arrived. Above the Tower's middle levels was a proper Kiavahr garrison.
"Sharojin, your speed is unexpectedly fast." Nekser held an ornate handkerchief taken from some unfortunate fellow and wiped the blood from his short blade.
"How could I compare to you, Brother Nekser? You already dealt with the Heavy Howitzer and returned to the Tower. I can't match that speed." Sharojin remained as modest as ever.
"Let's go. We'll speed up the clearing of the Defense Nodes together," Nekser said.
The Raven Guard had to wait until they received their signal before launching an attack from the areas where the Defense Nodes had been disabled. Otherwise, given that most of them wore nothing but rough cloth garments, a single shell could wipe out the elites Korax and Sandman had painstakingly trained over all these years.
If that happened, why would Sandman have gone to such lengths to help Korax cause all this trouble? There were countless future Raven Guard warriors and Legion backbone members here.
If all these people died, Sandman might as well stop messing around and send the Emperor a message: "Your son is in my hands." That would be far more practical.
He was not some nobody. He was not about to sit around drinking tea at full health, then go recklessly wandering when he was nearly dead.
When the critical moment came, of course he would cling to a powerful backer if one was available. Besides, Sandman had a few things to ask Yellow Skin.
What exactly was that pitch-black thing inside his body, wrapped in gold?
Tower, middle levels.
"Isn't this thing way too overpowered?" Sandman crouched on a steel beam and stared speechlessly at the three Sentinel Mechs patrolling below.
No wonder so many uprisings had failed before Korax arrived. With things like these around, how were miners supposed to fight them?
A Sentinel Mech was a single-pilot, bipedal all-terrain walking vehicle. Ordinary military forces generally used them for mobile patrols across rugged terrain or for rapid firepower deployment when under enemy attack.
This thing was a vehicle. How could standard Laser Guns possibly penetrate its heavy armor and the bulletproof glass of its cockpit? What were they dreaming of?
It was as ridiculous as Danzō trying to stab Susanoo with a kunai.
Although the Sentinel Mechs' cockpits were not particularly well protected, the weapons in their hands were not so easy to deal with.
Of the three Hunter Vanguard Sentinel Mechs patrolling below, two were equipped with a Cluster Laser Gun and a Laser Cannon, while the remaining one carried a Sentinel Chainsword.
Two mechs were responsible for long-range firepower, while the third was responsible for shredding any flesh-and-blood body daring to rush before them into minced meat.
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