This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 463 - 434: Modern Warfare_2

Chapter 463: Chapter 434: Modern Warfare_2

In past battles, once the fighting started, it was very difficult for commanders to take control of the entire battlefield unless they found a particularly high and open vantage point from which they might be able to overlook the whole field.

But most of the time, the rules were set before the battle began, and then everyone acted according to the plan during the fight, making it hard to adapt spontaneously.

Even if you wanted to change orders, the time it took for commands to issue from the commander’s mouth to reach the ears of the frontline soldiers was very long.

So once the battle began, unless it was the most elite troops, it was also hard to make changes on the spot. If you just acted randomly, you would first disrupt your own formation, and the soldiers wouldn’t understand all that; if you kept changing orders, they would become unable to react.

Laine only had his most elite Paladin Legion capable of reacting on the fly, the commanders of the Paladin troops could change their combat objectives based on the battlefield situation.

But they also couldn’t see the entire battlefield; they could only rely on experience and reactions to cope with various situations.

However, Ange Watson was different; he could now see the entire battlefield situation. The live broadcasting effect of the Magic Mirror was just too strong, like conducting troop maneuvers on a map.

And Amberser’s Undead Troop was even more formidable. In terms of obedience, not even the Paladins could outdo the Undead.

Because Paladins had emotions, whereas the Undead did not, Ange Watson couldn’t bear to command the Paladins to perform suicide charges, even if that could lead to victory, because the losses would be too great for the Paladins.

But it didn’t matter for the Undead. Amberser’s Undead were already called the Trash Fish Army; did you still need to cherish them?

Under Ange Watson’s command, the Undead Troops moved like the most agile school of fish, slicing and devouring those Sharkwa Fishmen. Very soon, the morale of the thousands of Sharkwa Fishmen collapsed, and they began to flee in disarray.

Ange Watson quickly reached a conclusion—these were not the main forces of the Sharkwa. Even though every Sharkwa Fishman was a soldier, there were still strong and weak among them.

The group before him seemed more like civilians and reserve forces because they not only lacked proper weapons but even the Giant Sharks, which were a military unit essential to the Sharkwa Fishman army.

But Ange Watson didn’t feel the slightest pity; he was brought up with the most traditional education of the Laine People. In Ange Watson’s eyes, races outside humanity didn’t count.

The Trash Fish Army again sprung into action, killing all these Sharkwa Fishmen in the most efficient manner.

Blood and potent poison spread through the ocean, and the Sharkwa Fishmen’s corpses littered the sea.

Upon carefully tallying the casualties, about three thousand enemies were killed, while the Trash Fish Army sustained over eight thousand losses. Only one submarine used for scouting the battlefield was lost.

This was much better than Ange Watson had anticipated; after all, the Miscellaneous Fish Type One was disposable, similar to Enchanted Arrows. To kill an enemy on average with less than three arrows was inconceivable on the battlefield.

However, the Trash Fish Army didn’t have that kind of hit rate. Even with auto-tracking aiming, the actual hit rate of a charge was less than ten percent. The Miscellaneous Fish Type One could accelerate up to eight times, if one charge missed, it could try several more times, so it appeared to have an incredibly high hit rate.

Moreover, the Miscellaneous Fish Type One had a wide range of toxic release, although the toxin could be released only once, the effective killing range exceeded five meters. Even at a distance, inhaling the toxin-infused seawater could cause paralysis and convulsions, rendering the enemy powerless.

The large expenditure was entirely due to the excessive saturation attacks at the outset of the battle.

More than two Miscellaneous Fish Type One would often stick into a single Sharkwa Fishman, some even more, and those nearby who missed being hit by arrows would be poisoned to death by accident.

After all, it’s war, and not even the most formidable general can minutely control each Trash Fish’s trajectory. When orders are given, due to the insufficient intelligence of the Trash Fish Army, this kind of wasteful firepower occurs.

As for that submarine, being much larger in size compared to the Trash Fish Army and spread throughout the battlefield, the Sharkwa Fishmen would find it difficult to miss. These Sharkwa Fishmen were not fools; at a glance, they could guess that the Trash Fish Army was expendable, and these larger beings were the real targets.

So the Sharkwa Fishmen mustered the courage to launch a desperate charge, with all seven submersibles being hit.

Yet only one sustained damage, because what Amberser had deployed into the sea wasn’t just the Trash Fish Army; there were also Guardians designated for defense.

These skeletal monsters, resembling octopuses, had eighteen tentacles. Their sole ability was to continuously shoot special skeleton bullets from their tentacles, each bullet laced with Bone Proliferation Virus.

Such inventions from Alchemy City could cause bones to grow wildly in a short amount of time.

Sharkwa Fishmen struck by them would immediately sprout vast expanses of Bone Coral, thoroughly encasing them and rendering them immobile, ultimately leading to their deaths from blood loss and suffocation.

Due to the resistance of the sea water, the range of these Guardians was extremely short, rendering them useless as regular ranged troops. However, they were truly effective for defense. The bullets didn’t need to hit a target directly; even if they slowed in the water, the contained Bone Proliferation Virus would go on a frenzied growth, sprouting Bone Coral and creating a barrier.

The Guardians’ heads were filled with ample Bone Proliferation Virus Bullets, enough to blockade the entire sea area with bone.

The one that was damaged was simply unlucky. Among the charging Sharkwa Fishmen was a Spellcaster, who struck the submersible with a Chain Lightning, causing the damage.

The structure wasn’t the issue, but several of the controlling Undead inside were electrocuted, forcing the submersible to malfunction and sink to the ocean floor.

Amberser also saw the battle damage report and immediately felt somewhat toothache.

That’s all money, after all. Upon hitting their targets, the Trash Fish Army would release toxins like bees and then most likely die, making them hard to reuse.

Only after the battle could he recover the corpses of the Trash Fish Army and reinsert new Pseudo-Souls into them.

Losing eight thousand at once, although he knew it was normal battle damage, Amberser still felt a bit of heartache.

"Forget it, I’ll leave it to you experts to handle," Amberser said, and with that, he simply shut off the image on the Magic Mirror.

War was like throwing away Gold Coins, another glance and his Soul might have exploded.

After closing the battlefield imagery, Amberser was far from idle and opened the Magic Mirror to contact another old friend.

Gustavo Flint, always stern and humorless, appeared on the Magic Mirror, and Amberser said with a laugh, "Flint, you saw the results of the battle just now, didn’t you? Satisfied?"

Gustavo Flint coldly replied, "It’s acceptable, I suppose."

Amberser laughed heartily and said, "Come on, don’t be modest now. ’Acceptable’, you say? To me, it was invincible. Have you ever seen such war machines? Have you ever seen such an efficient method of killing enemies? You shouldn’t have any objections to my previous proposal, right?"

Gustavo Flint really wanted to curse. Modest? It wasn’t even his product.

But when Amberser mentioned cooperation, Gustavo had to seriously consider. He said doubtfully, "Are you really willing to hand over the design blueprints of these troop types to me? And to use my name for promotion?"

"No, not in your name," Amberser shook his head, "it’s in the name of Alchemy God’s Choice, joining my brand. You would become the spokesperson for these Undead Troops. Even if you aren’t responsible for manufacturing them, at the very least most of the parts would be provided by you. Can you imagine the powerful advertising impact?

"Consider this: your Alchemist Council is being reestablished, and it’s just the right time for some advertising. I give you this huge exposure, and I guarantee you’ll have clients lining up at your door. And all it costs you is to waive the shipping fee for me, which is trivial for someone like you, right?"

Amberser spoke cheerfully. There was no war without cost, but war could also be fought with others’ money, could it not?