mijobooks Chapter 327 The Ambition of the Sky Martial Alliance
Chapter 327 The Ambition of the Sky Martial Alliance
The "Sky Dome Martial Alliance," a mysterious organization that ranks third on the leaderboard, surpassing the EU and Russia, has finally revealed its ferocious fangs to the world.
When that massive, axe-shaped warship tore through the clouds over the North American continent with an arrogant and unreasonable manner, all the countries that were watching this scene via satellite felt a deep sense of dread.
This is something that cannot be created with current Earth technology.
It carries with it the scent of iron and blood from the vast, dark depths of the universe.
Atlantis, headquarters of the Sky Dome Martial Alliance.
A magnificent city suspended in the depths of the sea, made of unknown metals and crystals.
At the highest point of the city, inside a black spire, a blurry figure sits on a throne made of the skeleton of a gigantic creature, gazing at a holographic projection before him.
On the projection, the "Blood Axe" warship was shown flying proudly towards Zone Zero.
"Master 'Broker,' are we really going to have a direct confrontation with China and that mysterious 'examiner' for this small commission from the Americans?" A voice, also shrouded in shadow, rang out from beneath the throne, carrying a hint of doubt.
"Commission?" The figure on the throne chuckled softly, a laugh that seemed to pierce to the bone. "Do you think I, a 'broker,' care about those pitiful merit points?"
"Those are just tips that Americans use to pay our 'appearance fees'."
The figure beneath the throne fell silent.
The "broker" slowly rose from the throne. He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the bizarre and fantastical deep-sea city below.
"Did you see that ranking list?"
"I see, sir. We are third in line."
"Third..." He repeated the word "broker," his tone carrying an undisguised disdain, "a business alliance composed of mercenaries, space pirates, and war profiteers, actually manages to stand alongside the two most powerful nations on this planet."
"Don't you think this is interesting?"
"This shows that the 'sir' who sets the rules of the game doesn't care whether you are a country or an organization. All he cares about is 'merit'."
"And now, an opportunity that can allow us to rise to the top in one step and completely leave those so-called 'sovereign states' behind is right in front of us."
The "broker" turned around, his eyes gleaming with an ambition darker than the deep sea.
"A star map... a map leading to a completely new world!"
"As long as we can obtain that 'key' and ignite that beacon, we, the 'Sky Dome Martial Alliance,' will become the first force to leave this 'starter village'!"
"At that time, everything—China, America—will be left far behind us!"
"We will become the new rule-makers!"
The figure beneath the throne, hearing this, began to breathe rapidly.
"But, sir... that 'examiner'... intelligence indicates that he is very strong. He might even be 'the master's' direct subordinate."
"Strong?" The "broker" sneered. "In this universe, there is no absolute 'strength.' There is only eternal 'profit.'"
"The 'examiner' must also abide by the 'examiner' rules. He cannot attack the 'examinee' without reason."
"I've already checked. Orgrimmar's 'Blood Axe' saved the EU's 'Templars' in Rome. This earned us a lot of 'reputation' and 'neutral' faction points."
"The President of the United States, in the name of the head of state, has issued us a legitimate 'S-level' mandate."
"We are enforcing a legal commercial contract. We are the party that is 'just'."
"No matter how strong that 'proctor' is, he has no reason to stop us."
"And the Chinese..." A cruel smile curled at the corner of the "broker's" lips. "They're just a small exploration team. If they're not aware of the situation and, unfortunately, an 'accident' happens during our 'legal operation'..."
"Well, we can only blame them for their bad luck."
"I understand, my lord!" The figure beneath the throne knelt on one knee. "Your wisdom is like an abyss; we are filled with boundless admiration!"
"Go." The "broker" waved his hand. "Notify us that our 'seeds' planted all over the world should begin operations."
"Since the water is already muddy, let it get even muddier."
"I want to turn this tiny Earth into the grandest, most chaotic stage."
"And we, the 'Sky Dome Martial Alliance,' will be the sole protagonists of this grand drama!"
……
North America, outside Zone Zero.
The Bloodaxe warship, that enormous shadow, enveloped the entire US forward base.
The bottom hatch of the warship slowly opened.
Hundreds of mercenaries, dressed in jet-black power armor and wielding various grotesque energy weapons, descended from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
They landed silently, their movements perfectly synchronized. The chilling, murderous aura emanating from them sent shivers down the spines of the American soldiers watching.
This is not even a single entity of that magnitude.
If the U.S. Army's "Pioneer" forces are indeed well-trained, regular troops.
So, these mercenaries from the "Sky Dome Martial Alliance" are a group of professional assassins who crawled out of hell!
One, a one-eyed, burly man with a towering build and a hideous scar on his face, was the last to jump off the warship.
He was none other than the leader of the "Blood Axe" mercenary group—"One-Eyed" Aug.
He had a thick cigar in his mouth, took a deep drag, and then blew the smoke towards the direction of the Chinese camp not far away.
"Hmph, a bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys." He spat disdainfully, "They dare to try and steal my business."
He swaggered up to the American commander at the base and slapped him on the shoulder, almost knocking the poor colonel to his knees.
"Hey kid! You, the president, paid the money. Now, this place is mine to take over."
"You...you..." The American colonel was both shocked and furious, but looking at Augna's arms, which were thicker than his own thighs, and the dark mass of killing gods behind him, he could only swallow all his words.
"Get your men away from me. Don't get in our way." Aug waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a swarm of flies.
Then, he turned around and looked at the huge sinkhole that exuded an ominous aura, his eyes flashing with greedy light.
"Baby, I'm here!"
He opened a specially made tactical computer on his arm, which immediately displayed the life signal analysis synchronized from the warship's main radar.
"Hmm? Three little red dots? Interesting."
Aug zoomed in on the map.
"One, energy response, A+ level, vital signs, stable, behavior pattern, unpredictable. Like an assassin."
"One, energy reaction, S-rank! Vital signs, extremely unstable, filled with chaotic and violent energy! Like a madman!"
"There's another one. Energy response, B- level. Vital signs, just stabilized, but they're still growing rapidly. Like a newborn baby."
Aug touched his one eye, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"Command!" he roared into the communicator.
"Ghost Squad, go and capture that B-rank brat alive! I want to see what's so special about the native species of this planet!"
"Butcher Squad, go meet that A+ rank assassin! Bring me his head back, to have with our drinks!"
"As for that, S-class madman..."
Aug squeezed his fist, and the knuckles made a series of popping sounds.
"I'll go and meet him myself!"
"Let these surface bumpkins see what true 'interstellar' combat power is!"