Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 162: Boom

And now Maxime’s mercenaries had arrived at the center of the battlefield.

They had torn apart every Dravak who tried to block their path.

No matter who crossed the path of these mercenaries from Eternity, they would all die at once.

Of course, their weapons were no match for the Dravaks’ sophisticated armor and weapons.

Some of the mercenaries still in Plouta, who had less combat experience, were temporarily disconcerted by this fact.

But the elites who had accompanied Maxime all took less than a second to react.

Each of them reacted in their own way.

For example, by engaging in direct hand-to-hand combat with their hands and feet, or by taking their opponents’ weapons and killing them with them.

Ivan and Winor, the two geniuses recruited from Hénor, were stunned to see these men endowed with a ferocious aura and phenomenal power.

And above all, to see them make such technical gestures in real combat.

Ivan stood transfixed, his eyes riveted on the carnage unfolding before him. Winor, at his side, struggled to find his words.

"You... you see that?" murmured Ivan, his breath caught by the unreal scene.

"How could I not see it?" replied Winor, his eyes wide.

"These guys... they really are elite."

The two geniuses, though proud of their talents, suddenly felt overwhelmed by the aura of the mercenaries who had accompanied Maxime from Plouta.

The ground almost trembled beneath their footsteps, and every blow delivered by these warriors seemed to resonate like a death sentence.

"Look at that guy!" said Ivan, pointing to James who had just sent a Dravak waltzing with a kick.

"He seems to be more dangerous with his bare hands than with a gun!"

"What about her?" retorted Winor, pointing to Laura, who had caught an enemy sword on the fly before stabbing it into her opponent’s heart.

The Dravak who’d just been pierced couldn’t believe it himself.

This graceful-looking young human woman had no hesitation when it came to killing.

And above all, she was disproportionately fast!

He couldn’t react!

But he couldn’t ask himself any more questions, as he collapsed to the ground, dead.

The two geniuses from Plouta then looked at Adam, Charles, Rodrigo, Romuald, Tena, Izo, Terry, Henry, Ultia...

Most of them looked to be the same age as they were, but their fighting experience and ferocity were so different from their own...

"It’s like they’re playing with these Dravak soldiers. It’s like they don’t even have to force it."

If they all knew what the mercenaries who had followed Maxime since Plouta’s departure had been through, they’d understand better.

A silence fell between them.

"They’re not like us," Ivan murmured, clenching his fists.

"We’re geniuses, yes, but they... it’s another level. Another dimension."

Winor nodded, his thoughts racing.

"If we’re going to walk alongside them... we’re going to have to get stronger. Much stronger."

Then they charged straight at the Dravaks nearby, showing they weren’t weak either.

Their reaction was logical.

In Plouta, they were under constant praise from Killian and Baron Irut’s soldiers, while no other mercenary in Plouta could match them for more than a few moves.

They felt that if they’d been recruited from the Saber-toothed Tigers instead, they’d have gone straight to being the chief’s deputies.

And even for the chief, they didn’t have much respect. What little there was was due to his talent.

This made sense, since they hadn’t seen Maxime for long in Plouta, and hadn’t really been able to talk to him.

Nor had they ever seen him fight.

Thanks to their training, and based on their physique and training with Baron Irut’s soldiers and the other mercenaries left behind in Plouta, including a few Saber-toothed Tiger veterans, they had previously been convinced that they could even beat their famous leader.

But on this battlefield, they understood what it was like to be a frog at the bottom of a well.

They hadn’t even seen Maxime, Langus, Kaite or even Dravus in battle yet, but they already knew from seeing the elite mercenaries that their leader must not be underestimated.

How else could he control so many strong men?

The dozen or so apprentice knights under the command of Langus and Kaite also showed astonishing fighting prowess.

Although they had not long followed Maxime, they had been trained for years by Duke Devron. So their fighting power was not to be underestimated.

Imagine the reaction of the more ordinary mercenaries who had remained in Plouta...

If even geniuses like Ivan and Winor were surprised, then they were bound to be shocked.

For they knew from the system that they were all under the orders of the same person.

"I knew there would be a difference, but at this point..."

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"If we have to take a minute to solve one of these ordinary monsters, then they only need less than 3 seconds."

"And again, that’s because they have to move from target to target, otherwise they’d kill even faster."

"I wonder what they went through to become so strong..."

One of the mercenaries speaking looked at his colleague.

"If they can get that strong, so can we." he said with a firm look.

They knew from the system that they couldn’t die here, and since that was the case, they weren’t afraid of anything.

In this way, the Saber-toothed Tigers literally overpowered the Dravaks, most of whom were ordinary soldiers.

But although they were ordinary soldiers, they were Dravaks!

Any one of them could easily take down the Pirans’ elite units!

But it was these same Dravaks who even began escaping into the air in fear of these mercenaries, and trying to attack them from a distance.

The performance of the Saber-toothed Tigers was also noticed by the Shibuya, who were all Eternity players.

And it was because they were players too, that they were deeply marked by what they saw.

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Even when they’re old, they’ll still talk about that majestic scene where one person with his mercenaries literally repelled 2 regiments of Dravaks.

The same Dravaks who were a first-class fighting race in the Delta universe!

Back at Maxime, as chaos erupted around him, he faced Oscar, who looked at him solemnly.

And his gaze, at that moment, was extremely frightening.

Langus’s charred corpse lay there.

Langus was dead.

No matter how talented Viviana was, in the face of Oscar’s fire, Langus hadn’t been able to resist for long.

Not even Maxime, who was standing nearby, could react in time to save him.

It was the first time he’d seen magic, and he didn’t know how to react, nor did he think he had the means to do anything about it.

However, he could always avenge his man.

His laser sword was held firmly in his hands.

His translucent white eyes were fixed on Oscar.

Maxime’s fingers tightened around the hilt of his laser sword.

His eyes, usually calm and measured, were filled with cold, implacable rage.

Oscar, draped in an aura of dancing flames, stared at him, his cruel smile revealing pure arrogance.

"Are we angry? Don’t worry, you’ll soon be able to join him." His voice, hoarse and sharp, pierced the tumult of the battlefield.

Maxime didn’t respond immediately. He breathed in deeply, his gaze never leaving the adversary before him for a second.

All around him, Eternity’s mercenaries were repelling the Dravaks with formidable efficiency, but none dared approach their leader at this moment. This confrontation was out of their league.

Oscar raised a hand, and a crackling sphere of fire formed in the palm of his hand.

"You don’t have magic, do you? At the same time, it’s not surprising on a dimensional battlefield."

"A sword is enough to slit your throat," Maxime replied coldly, staring at Oscar.

"Pretty arrogant huh..." commented Oscar dismissively, not taking the young man in front of him seriously.

Then he made a strange gesture.

He pointed at Maxime with his hand like a pistol.

Just as a child would imitate a pistol, it was exactly the same.

Except here, there was a fireball right in front of his index finger.

Seeing this fireball, Maxime felt an intense sense of danger.

"This thing is really dangerous," he murmured, ready to dodge, then counterattack at any moment.

"Do you think you can dodge it? Try and see," Oscar declared with a playful smile.

He really enjoyed pointing his finger at people like that.

Then, with an amused smile, he murmured:

"boom."

The sound from his mouth was light, but the crowd of fire was like a cannonball fired at that moment.

Maxime didn’t even have time to react; the fireball arrived directly in front of him, then exploded on his armor.

He was thrown backwards dozens of metres.

The mist formed by the explosion quickly dispersed.

Maxime’s armour was completely shattered, and he was now shirtless.

A few charred pieces of his armor were even embedded in his skin.

If he were to repeat the same attack, he would undoubtedly die!

For anyone could guess that his body couldn’t be any stronger than that armor!

Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, but his imperturbable expression remained unchanged.

In his eyes, however, it was possible to catch a glimpse of surprise.

He himself had not expected the attack to be so swift and powerful.

All the mercenaries keeping an eye on their leader were stunned.

Their leader, who had been so arrogant a moment before, had been so easily wounded?