novel-bin Chapter 82 The highest art of command is to be able to control the fate of the enemy.
Chapter 82 The highest art of command is to be able to control the fate of the enemy.
Chapter 83 The highest art of command is to be able to control the fate of the enemy.
"Fuck your mother."
Rasik cursed aloud.
The high-ranking riders refused or dismissed her call, and even among the royal guard, only a third responded.
Lasita understood the reason, and was once again horrified by the fact that the gladiator named Zhou Yun was so cunning.
The giant, clad in molten gold armor, rode the crimson sand wind and charged into the eighth district, into the settlement of high-ranking riders.
The scorching blades burned the mansions of the high-ranking riders, the battle axes cleaved through the towering towers, and the giant seemed to be the embodiment of the gladiators' hatred for the high-ranking riders over the millennia, wantonly destroying the high-ranking riders' property.
Those bloated, cowardly, and greedy high-ranking riders never offered any assistance when Lord Supra was attacked, but when they saw that their property might be damaged, they all rushed back to the Eighth District to protect it.
If these insects had the guts to confront the giant head-on, Lasita would consider them united. But they were clearly terrified by what they had just witnessed and only dared to stay in their own homes. As long as the giant didn't approach their property, they simply lay on the sofa and watched the show.
Zhou Yun, the giant of molten gold, clearly understood this as well. After pretending to destroy the residences of several high-ranking riders, he headed straight for the largest and most conspicuous palace of Lord Supra.
"Fools, don't you understand? He won't really attack your mansion."
"If he goes too far, you'll all gang up on him; he's just trying to scare you!"
"Get off your sofas right now! This is the Great Khan's order."
As Lasita led a dozen or so hastily assembled guards down First Avenue in pursuit of the gladiators who had fled the arena, he cursed angrily over the radio.
These guards were originally responsible for protecting the arena. There were originally fifty of them, but after being terrified by the golden giant, most of them chose to run away.
The rest of the guards, scattered throughout the city and still obeying Lacita's orders, were heading towards First Avenue.
As for the high-ranking riders outside the royal guard... none of them responded.
What a bunch of bastards!
But Lasita understood their psychology, and he also understood how Zhou Yun manipulated their minds.
They knew that no kind neighbors would protect their house after they left.
They also understood that although Zhou Yun was not attacking them now, if anyone dared to leave their residence to provide support, Zhou Yun would prioritize and precisely attack the residence of the person who left.
Although there was absolutely no communication between the two.
But surprisingly, the high-level riders of Dog Shit and Zhou Yun of Dog Shit reached a compromise in a tacit manner.
The high-ranking riders neither hindered nor attacked the gladiators, nor did they provide support to Lasita.
Zhou Yun will not attack high-level riders or damage their property.
They're like a pair of smiling tigers, two fat worms.
Thinking of the worms, Lasita couldn't help but curse even more fiercely.
Due to the scarcity of energy, the Eye of the Worm is already in short supply, and most of it has been allocated to the arena for use, with the authority over it all in Deepak's hands.
But now, Deepak has disappeared without a trace.
Now the Royal Guard can't even use a Worm Eye.
The high-ranking riders ignored her orders again.
She could only command the Free People's Legion guarding the city walls, hoping they could hold off the gladiators for a while.
Although only a third of her royal guards answered her call, as long as they were gathered together, dealing with hundreds of gladiators would not be difficult.
A sharp whistling sound rang out as the spearhead pierced straight at Lasita's face.
The silver vines wriggled and transformed into sharp thorns that pierced the spearhead.
But the woman, whose legs were both blades, moved as lightly as an aerial dancer. She gently pulled her legs back, touched her toes to the silver vines, and used the momentum to spin around. The sharp spear on her other leg slashed towards Lasita's neck.
The silver vines formed a shield, blocking the attack, but at the same time, a long spear was swung down from above.
Lasita stumbled backward, a sharp spearhead leaving a bloody gash on her nose.
Only then did Lasita clearly see the enemy who had attacked him.
She was a woman whose legs had been transformed into anti-gravity spears, and who also held a long spear in her hand; her figure was as slender as an eagle or a swallow.
Gladiator Clyst, whom the high-ranking riders called a flying poem, was crudely known as the Swallow by the free men of the city.
Besides her, nineteen other renowned gladiators, all known for their speed and agility, not only did not flee, but instead turned around and attacked them, fighting against her personal guard.
"A mere twenty slaves, how dare they..."
BOOM!!!
A high-ranking rider standing not far from Lasita exploded.
Literally, it exploded.
His body suddenly exploded into a mangled mess, the silver vines were torn apart, and blood, flesh, and broken metal fragments were scattered all over the ground, splashing onto Lasita.
Where the high-ranking rider had once stood, only a brass axe, twisted and deformed from the immense force, remained.
"What?!"
Lasita screamed in alarm, immediately turning her head to look in the direction from which the axe had been shot.
Almost at the same time, a two-story house diagonally behind the Royal Guard took off.
Lasita found it hard to describe what he saw, but it was indeed a two-story house that had been lifted off the ground, flown up, and crashed into the Royal Guard.
Crashing, disintegrating, wailing, roaring—scarlet bricks, gray dust clouds, shattered glass—before the last royal guards could react, they were engulfed by the houses that crashed to the ground and collapsed.
Lasita saw her guards screaming and waving silver vines into the smoke and dust, but the next second they screamed and fell to the ground.
A thunderous axe-like sound rang out as a brass battle axe was swung, swirling smoke, gravel, and blood to reveal a body of inhuman strength.
The undefeated champion, Angron.
Angron, holding the battle axe that required two people to lift, walked step by step toward his personal guard.
He didn't run away directly, but instead hid in the houses behind, waiting to attack the guards from behind.
He lifted the house and smashed it down on Lassita and his guards.
What terrifying power...
Not only Angron, but forty pairs of eyes filled with hatred and rage also appeared around them; gladiators had already been lying in ambush.
Every gladiator standing here is a battle-hardened warrior, many of whom have had their bodies modified by high-ranking riders...
They knew that in terms of speed alone, they wouldn't be faster than the royal guard with the silver vines, so they never intended for the royal guard to chase them down.
So they calculated the timing perfectly, predicted the Royal Guard's route, knew they would go down First Avenue, and seized the opportunity when the Royal Guard had not yet assembled, when Lasita only had about twenty men with him, and used this time difference to launch a surprise attack...
Even if the guards from various locations arrived, they would be eliminated one by one due to this time difference.
"The essence of war lies in always winning in local areas with superior numbers and strength, thereby expanding the advantage to the overall situation..."
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Lasita remembered her father's teachings.
Damn it! Damn it!
Lasita now felt that their every move was being calculated by the gladiators.
It was as if there were two hands, a pair of hands that controlled everything, controlling both the gladiators and these high-ranking riders.
God of War?
Has the god of war abandoned them and instead favored the gladiators?
She was terrified.
"Still daydreaming?" a low growl rang out, and Kleist's spear was aimed straight at her face.
Lasita gritted his teeth.
No.
They were nothing more than slaves.
Fight your way out, regroup your Royal Guard in a safe place, and the gladiators are nothing but chickens and dogs.
Before her eyes, Kleist's movements slowed down considerably.
To be precise, the whole world seemed to move very slowly in her eyes.
Besides the Silver Vine, powerful high-ranking rider families often inherit unique creations from the First Kingdom.
One of the two items inherited by the Lasita family is a spinal implant that can accelerate thinking and reaction.
She manipulated the silver vines, slashing at the Kleist hurricane that howled past Lasita.
A shadow enveloped her body.
Angron appeared before her at some point, standing guard in front of Kleist.
The speed was so fast that even with her accelerated thinking, she could only catch a blurry afterimage.
Angron raised his axe high and swung the massive brass battleaxe down at Rasita.
"According to the gladiators who were once free citizens of Dicia, Lord Supra has a personal guard composed of the best of the best riders."
"After you break through the arena, this personal guard should be one of the few forces that Lord Supra can partially control."
"In reality, even under normal circumstances, the only military force that His Majesty Supra can truly control is probably this personal guard, and their numbers are not expected to be very large."
"They need to guard against external enemies, against the riots of the free people, against the high-ranking riders, and against his palace; their daily work must be scattered throughout the city."
"I think the commander of this personal guard must be someone that Lord Supra trusts, and he should be by Lord Supra's side during the gladiatorial combat."
"Use 'Sacrament' directly to attack the highest box in the arena, slowing down the Royal Guard's assembly. Then, have Angron lead forty elite gladiators to ambush on both sides of the First Avenue, and have Kleist lead two squads to turn around and attack the pursuing Royal Guard halfway through their journey."
"At this time, the number of guards should be between ten and twenty."
"Hmm... this is the location. Attacking from here will ensure that we can surround those dozen or so guards and their commander before the first wave of reinforcements arrives."
Robert Guilliman's voice rang out from behind the mirror.
He didn't seem to be making a plan, but rather giving orders directly to Daisy's high-ranking riders, forcing them to act according to his arrangements.
Everything was as he said.
Zhou Yun almost suspected that the Primarch's true ability was to make his words come true.
The highest art of command is to command the enemy, to be able to control the enemy's destiny.
Even at a young age, Robert Guilliman had already reached this level.
"Then, I studied the character of Daesia's Grand Prince Supra carefully."
"Your words will definitely provoke him, and he will definitely come looking for you. He is your opponent and the most dangerous individual in all of Diya."
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