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Chapter 876: Lucius rescue operation (5)
Chapter 876: Lucius rescue operation (5)
"Team 2489 has successfully retreated. They're now awaiting further instructions," a soldier reported.
"Sir, team 563 completed their mission. They just neutralized their target."
"Sir, we lost contact with team 1389."
Noah was in the command center, encircled by maps, with radios buzzing with continuous updates, and soldiers hurrying back and forth, bringing in reports.
The atmosphere was tense. Becker got Lucius, but they still had to come out of prison yet.
In the meantime, he was doing his best to keep the Blackguards out of their way, but it wasn't easy.
Honestly speaking, despite having prepared a lot for this rescue mission, facing the Blackguards was too hard.
Many teams sent to kill the Blackguards failed, and Noah often had to send people just to prevent the enemy from reaching the prison.
Despite their initial success, Noah suffered significant losses among the small number of troops that Erik had assembled. Although he anticipated encountering strong opposition, Noah also anticipated a more favorable outcome.
"Sir, we've lost contact with team 1164."
"Fuck... Contact team 4682. Tell them to assist Team 1165. The target must be neutralized." "Yes, sir."
Noah's eyes scanned the screens and documents before him.
His hands moved over the maps, marking positions and calculating routes of attack and retreat with precision.
The command center, though organized, was a whirlwind of activity.
"Get me a status update on all squads," Noah said. "And prepare to send reinforcements to sector seven. We can't afford any more losses."
"Yes, sir. We lost roughly 150 teams; the remaining are still operating. We killed around 50 targets and wiped out at least 2000 enemy soldiers."
"That is great news, but why are we losing?"
The soldier kept a stoic face; it was one of Erik's clones, after all.
"The primary issue, sir, is the enemy's numbers. Our forces, although on average superior in physical strength and speed, are at a significant disadvantage against those numbers," the soldier said.
But they weren't the only young people on the battlefield. All Erik's clones were of the same age as him; as for the enemy, most of them were older, but there were even young ones among their ranks.
Amber and the others knew what they were going to do, and despite this, they joined.
The situation was too different from when they saved the parents kidnapped by Nathaniel's father, because the scale of things was much greater than before.
Benedict surged forward. His halberd sliced through the air, producing a whistling sound that looked like the scream of a banshee.
Each swing was measured, each step calculated, and each attack deadly.
Benedict was turning into a monster as grim as a graveyard wraith, his movements as silent and deadly as the whispers of the damned.
The enemy soldiers, caught in the whirlwind of his assault, found themselves overwhelmed.
It wasn't immediate, but Benedict killed the two soldiers, though.
To Amber, the sight was chilling. She knew Benedict-knew his kind heart and spirited
nature, the way he laughed and joked, the compassion he held for others.
Yet, here, on the battlefield, he transformed. The good-natured friend became a veritable demon whose sole purpose was to kill and rip to shreds.
The group disengaged.
"Shit! That was hard!" Floyd said.
"I thought I was going to die," Gwen said.
The group left the area with hurried steps, putting distance between themselves and the battlefield.
It was then that Amber's radio crackled to life. The voice on the other end was terse, the message brief, but the weight of the words hung heavy.
Amber's face paled, the color draining as she listened to the news. The ashen look in her eyes told the others that, whatever the command center said, the news had not been good.
"Understood. We will move," she said.
She turned to face her friends, the resolve in her gaze belying the tremor in her voice.
"We have a new mission," she said, her words cutting through the silence that had settled over the group.