The arrival of the Black Water City troops was so tily, as if they had calculated the precise mont, knowing the giants would launch a surprise attack on the Third Division Residence at that very ti.
Calculating the distance from Black Water City to here, and considering the speed of A-Class and B-Class Floating Airships, Qing Chen felt that they might not have stopped for even a minute on the way to be so prompt.
Drama Master!
It was the Drama Master who was focused on the fate of the Third Division, so when soone tried to attack the Third Division, they sensed it.
The power of this Drama Master was a bit too formidable, for example, the prophecy targets of a taboo like a tissue box could only be random, and the timing of the prophecy depended on luck.
Even the Prophets of the Giant Race sensed the future randomly.
But Drama Masters are different; they can actively choose specific targets and specific directions to foresee the future.
One is passively random, the other actively determines direction, resulting in entirely different outcos.
Qing Chen thought of the first insightful understanding from the mories of the generals he had seized:
How important is intelligence in war?
In modern warfare, the battlefield can stretch thousands of kiloters, and both sides of the war use every ans to deceive their opponents.
Neither ammunition nor personnel nor experts are infinite, and before a war begins, a competent general must create a smokescreen, making the enemy deploy their strongest forces in the most wasteful places.
If you strike at a target with a basic amount of ammunition but hit nothing, aning there were no enemies there, you’ve exposed a flaw to the enemy.
But the Roosevelt Kingdom has Drama Masters, allowing them to always use their best resources effectively, wasting not a single troop.
Therefore, the arrival of the Drama Master this ti must bring enough strength to face the giants’ assault.
The only uncertainty Qing Chen had was how long a segnt of fate the Drama Master could see; if only a short segnt, then his plan could succeed.
If the opponent saw the complete war, then it was dangerous; everyone would be in great danger.
Opposing fate feels terribly unpleasant.
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At this mont.
The fissures in the earth were still relentlessly collapsing, soldiers falling into them, crushed by the grinding crust.
In the Taboo Forest, hundreds of giants were launching a swift attack under the cover of the earth fissures.
Their thods of attack were even more diverse than imagined.
So were directly using enchanted weapons.
Amidst the dense forest, an iron-tailed long arrow burst forth like a missile, whistling through the gaps in the trees.
The front of the iron-tailed long arrow even swirled with black mist, a weapon empowered by the inherent abilities of the Giant Race!
When it struck a tracked vehicle with a boom, it penetrated the vehicle, killing the soldiers inside who had no ti to escape!
Others were commanding beasts.
Hundreds of giants were driving packs of wolves on the attack, in such vast numbers that most soldiers couldn’t even resist, getting gutted and having their intestines pulled out.
There were also those manipulating plants.
Before the giants even arrived, thick vines grew from the soil, covered in thorns.
The dense vines surged like a green tide toward the old Drama Master.
Yet strangely, the Drama Master casually sidestepped each attack, neatly avoiding all the vines.
The old man seed to lack anything impressive, no dazzling techniques, no awe-inspiring abilities, yet inexplicably stood undefeatable.
All attacking intentions appeared to show rcy before him.
Qing Chen understood that such an ability seed terrifyingly powerful and helpless only when personally encountered.
The earth fissures continued to spread, precisely heading toward the old Drama Master.
However, when the earth fissures swept over, the old Drama Master in the black robe didn’t panic.
He glanced over his shoulder as he sidestepped, where 17 tracked vehicles simultaneously opened, and an elite force disembarked.
The first seven were Genetic Warriors.
The middle six vehicles housed fully ard War Robots, these robots powered by a micro Nuclear-powered chanical Heart, each automatically targeting the giants as they flew out under the control of warfare intelligence.
Simultaneously, their arms opened to reveal launch ports, unveiling the 25mm caliber air-to-surface missiles embedded within.
Just one salvo of the basic volley, and the giants found themselves in deep distress.
Qing Chen frowned; these six War Robots were not the sa as those from the Eastern Continent, they were clearly the Mark20 model armor of Iron Man.
Even an A-Class facing two of these armors at once might find it challenging.
When the last four vehicle doors opened, everyone heard the roars from inside!
These were Orcs Warriors of the Roosevelt Kingdom, all slaves injected with defective Genetic Potion, who had lost their faculties, kept like dogs in the dungeons of the Central Royal City.
The Drama Master took out a pipe from his sleeve, lit it slowly with a long match, and leisurely smoked it.
The next mont, as he exhaled smoke, the gray smoke, like a tornado, entered the nostrils of every mber of the elite force.
All the soldiers, including the Orcs Warriors, had eyes turning blood-red, their cries and shouts resounding to the skies like they had been provoked.
This was a Taboo, used specifically for stimulating soldiers’ potential!
As the remaining Genetic Warriors of the Third Division collaborated with these far-traveled monsters, the giants’ offensive was held.
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