Guild Wars

Chapter 1309 The Slaughter 5

"Hahaha, this battle armor you've got is quite impressive, dude!" Omega Raider laughed as he easily dodged the flurry of attacks from his opponent.

"Fucking stay in one place and let me hit you, goddammit!" The operator within the battle armor roared with frustration, feeling like he was trying to chase a mosquito on steroids.

Omega Raider obviously saw this anger but found it even more funny. Since the boss stated that they were limited to Control at Tier 2, he was only using this much power, yet this guy in a veritable high-tech suit of armor still couldn't land a blow.

He also understood that Draco was doing this out of boredom, aiming to use them as whetstones for those who made these battle armors to get better data to calibrate their suits and make them more powerful. All of this was for one obvious purpose, and that was to create stronger enemies for himself and for them later on because these ones could be squashed with their pinky fingers.

Omega Raider was more than happy to oblige because it was likely that none other than he among the core members understood the feeling of 'being alone under heaven' the most. Growing up in the Zeus Lineage, his dual inheritance power and his identity as one of the clan heads naturally made him a pinnacle existence that none of his peers could match.

By the age of 9, he was even beating up the veteran elders in the clan, leading to a sense of boredom, apathy, and rebelliousness. This all culminated in his arrival within Boundless, where he was made to see the sky beyond the sky and understood that his little power was meaningless in the face of true powerhouses.

"Incineration Blast!" This operator also used this key feature of their battle armors copied from the fictional media concerning a rich man wearing high-tech suits, as well as another featuring an S-class hero, Demon Cyborg.

"Oh?" Omega Raider paused and did not dodge, facing the blast head-on.

ZISHHBANG!

The entire street was laid waste to, a small gully forming in the middle starting from where the operator stood. As his system rapidly ejected heat from the heatsinks to cool itself down, he began to laugh, feeling that he had won.

"Mann, that stuff is dope. I think I will take it and find some way to make my flintlocks have a cannon mode too." Omega Raider praised as he walked out of the dust and smoke, his upper torso fully of packed muscles now on display while his tattered jeans remained somewhat solid.

The laughing operator choked and seemed confounded, not understanding how a human could tank a blast with a heat range of thousands of degrees Celsius head-on. More than that, he was flabbergasted by the outcome.

"How come only your shirt was destroyed?" the fellow couldn't help but ask with a puzzled tilt of his head.

Omega Raider looked downward and smiled. "Fan service for the ladies, the author is a paragon of gender equality."

"You think this is a fucking game? You criminals have murdered countless good men today, men who had families, all because you're tax evaders!" The operator seemed to lose his cool as he roared out his indignation.

Omega patted his eight-pack abs to clean them of dust and flexed a bit, admiring himself in a mirror made of water. "Yes? And?"

The operator, seeing Omega still admiring himself with near narcissistic love, did not blow up but rather seemed to regain his cool. He finally and deeply understood that the reason for all of this did not matter in the least, whether tax evasion or some secret plot.

In an almost anticlimactic fashion, ten jets of high-pressure water moving at speeds that the human eye could not follow submerged the fellow, each side pressing in until he was completely mashed into a round ball, armor and all.

Ironically, his core, which was about to explode, was forcibly cooled down by the high-pressure water, which caused the orb that was about to explode in a wave of heat and flame to become dead. Omega Raider casually beckoned, causing the now basketball-sized remains of the operator to fall into his grasp.

He then looked around to make sure that no one was around before trying to make his getaway. After all, his fight was not silent, and he had dared to remove the limiter Draco placed on them by his own accord, and he definitely did not want to be captured by the boss.

However, before he could take a step, he felt an arm calmly placed on his shoulder. Omega Raider's face changed from hope to utter despair, knowing that the boss was likely here and had watched everything with his near-omniscient ability.

"Luke Reyson. Why are you going off in a rush? Could it be that you have done something bad?" Draco asked slowly and in a playful tone, his face wearing a casual smile.

Omega Raider immediately turned around and roared with defiance. "I'll fight you to the death!!"

He immediately exploded with his maximum power, aiming to condense everything into one blow and then escape while Draco effortlessly blocked it. As long as he could make it back to the Purgatory Group and kneel before either Eva or Shuangtian, Draco might spare him on account of his wife's soft heart.

To be honest, this was not a bad idea at all. It was known among the core members that Eva and Shuangtian were currently suppressing Draco's might on the daily, resisting him where they could using their equal power in order to switch the balance of power.

In fact, it wasn't for Draco's ability to tire Eva and Shuangtian out using his monstrous sexual prowess, it was likely that the two wicked beauties would have turned the fellow into an apron-wearing househusband.

However, Omega Raider was terribly unfortunate as he had not received the update. Draco now had Mind Force and his two beauties didn't, which had firmly reestablished the power balance between the three, with Eva and Shuangtian not daring to be arrogant anymore.

Because of this, Draco didn't even allow Omega to unleash his full blow, simply snapping a finger to cause the fellow's mind to go blank as his power surged backward. He then released Omega's mind, allowing the fellow to feel how he was left helpless by him, causing Omega to become desperate.

"You dare to disobey and instead of begging, you actually tried to use clever tactics? That's actually impressive, as expected of my core member!" Draco genuinely praised from the depths of his heart.

However, the more he was like this, the more Omega Raider became worried.

"Boss, please tell me you won't..." He began to ask, but when he saw Draco open a familiar portal, his heart became dead as ash.

Omega turned to run, but it was futile as a bunch of pink tentacles with heart-shaped ends stretched out of the portal and captured him, dragging him backward.

"No boss, anything but the succubus apocalypse!" Omega begged, clawing into the ground as the tentacles dragged him back even as he left finger marks in the asphalt.

"Spend one week in there. If you survive after coming out, your slate will be wiped clean." Draco said, not even looking back as Omega was dragged in while screaming, the sound of lascivious female laughter coming from the portal as it closed.

Even Draco did not dare to look into that apocalypse, because it contained an entire race of succubi of average ratings — compared only to Zaine and Crysta — but were vicious, fully being that type who drained every drop of yang energy till you died a desiccated husk with a look of rapture on your face.