Night Battle(2)

Continuing the previous chapter, our three dumbass heroes held their weapons with serious expressions.

While the two were readying their asses in battle, Marcel in front looked outside and raised a finger.

"In 3... 2... 1...  Go!" 

With this signal, Marcel immediately opened the door and the three moved.

"LET'S DO THIIIIIS!!!" Delirious shouted in a Demoman impression.

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Music: Black Ops 2 Soundtrack: Savimbi's Pride

Link: https://youtu.be/JUYAX3z2JYc

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As soon as he shouted, the group of three immediately charged towards the courtyard with guns in their hands.

"MERICA BITCHES!" Basically shouted in a deep tone.

"""Huh?"""

A sound of surprise came from the courtyard. The group of black-dressed men was surprised when they saw tonight's targets appear suddenly in front of them.

But before they could react, the guns in the group's hands lit up.

*Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!*

Dozens upon dozens of bullets were shot consecutively, each few or more directed to one enemy.

The bullets from Marcel's revolvers, Delirious, and Moo's Anti-Tank Rifle covered the distance between them and the black-dressed men in an instant, hitting their heads.

"Agh!" Five of the enemies fell instantly to the ground, dead. As for the other two, they managed to avoid all of the bullets, but one of them was injured in the arm.

"Damn it, what is this!?" The injured black-dressed man shouted in surprise at the sudden attack. The next second, though, another rain of bullets was coming towards them.

"Marcos!" One of the men managed to jump away from the bullets, but the injured one was unable to evade them in time, so he pulled out his weapon and deflected most of them, but he couldn't deflect all of it at once, especially with his injuries, resulting in him having a very difficult time to evade them all at once until he gets struck in the head by several bullets.

With this, another was killed.

But before Delirious and the others could celebrate, more people jumped out from the shadows.

The group immediately counted a total of eighteen people, all powerhouses of Rank 2 Rank 3 or higher. Counting the seven before, a total of twenty-five people had been sent, and two of them were at Rank 4.

"Careful with the Flintlock Pistol on that person's hands!" The only survivor of the first wave shouted at his companions. He was one of the Rank 4 Individuals, and that was the reason he managed to survive the rain of bullets.

In this world, firearms were considered as very rare and expensive, and also far more advanced than the ones earth possessed that would call our current weapons primitive, even the weakest and smallest in this world is still more advanced and powerful than Earth's. Those gun-like weapons were only kept in the Meccan Kingdom, but the dwarves that lived there never sold or traded their weapons to other neighboring countries nor their allies on how dangerous and powerful and because they knew well about human greed, so they decided not to.

The strongest of those weapons they make however are the kings that could even harm anyone at the Grandmaster Realm(Lv.61-80), it meant that no one at the Grandmaster and below could escape unscathed from Fordalt's version of firearms impact in their body.

Of course, some mages and warriors with special talents were different. Furthermore, most people at the Master Realm or above and even some powerful people at Intermediate Realm could easily avoid those bullets if they were careful.

In the same way, no Grandmaster Realm practitioner or below could defend against the attack of a magic or energy bullet, with very few exceptions, they could only evade.

Thanks to that information he recently learned, the group of three decided to use other weapons instead of Earth's Modern Day ones. If they use the Earth's normal conventional weapons, the guns will only do little damage and give only an insignificant number of casualties for the assassins, so that's why they used Anti-tank rounds and Marcel uses a type of Revolver that is capable of destroying Tanks in one shot.

Right now, Marcel remained confident against the group of enemies. Calmly, he pulled the trigger, once, and again, and again, and again.

At the same time, Delirious and Moo did the same as Moo fighting against his enemies with his new weapons, Kanshou and Bakuya. Delirious meanwhile has already killed a few enemies with his two green Kusarigamas before he quickly switched it to his grenade launcher then began firing grenades one by one, able to kill or injure the enemies.

As Delirious continued to fight his enemies, his eyes caught several bullets from Marcel flying through the air, and strangely, the bullets seemed to predict the enemy's movements and avoid his friend's path, like friendly fire was off. Multiple bullets capable of one hitting heavily armored Tanks flew in the courtyard honing into the black-dressed men and killing them one after another.

Even with the Rank 4 black-dressed man's warning, five men were killed by Basically's bullets. At the same time, Moo managed to kill one of them with his Duel Sabers and as for Delirious killed another two with his grenade launcher.

In seconds, the group had been reduced from eighteen to eleven!

Noticing Basically has the most kills and has the most precision, the one that survived in the first wave shouted at his companion.

"Dammit! Joshua, stop him or all of us are going to die here quickly!"

"I know!" One of the Rank 4 Individuals replied back in annoyance. He then immediately kicked the ground and rushed towards Basically at incredible speed with magic daggers in each hand.

Delirious frowned through his mask. He twisted one of his Green Kusarigamas and threw the blade attached to a chain at the man several meters from him and beheaded the guy. Then, he charged towards the Rank 4 Individual going towards his black friend.

But the other Rank 4 was not going to allow it!

"Where are you going, freak!?"

With a swing of his sword, he blocked Delirious' path.

"Fuck off!" Delirious bellowed. His killing intent flowed out of his body in the form of a shockwave.

However, his rank was only Rank 3, one Rank weaker or ten levels lesser than the assassin. Meant that against a Rank 4 opponent, his Despair Aura was almost useless.

The black-dressed man endured the shockwave and smirked but still felt the fear a bit but he still managed to hold it off. He then rotated the edge of his sword and slashed towards Delirious!

But Delirious just squinted his eyes. He took out his enchanted shield from his inventory and blocked the attack. 

As the black dressed man continued to push Delirious with his more superior strength, he shouted arrogantly.

"Hahaha! It is impossible to overwhelm me, fool! For I am the Ultimate crushing machine! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Uh huh..."

[GIF]

Unfortunately, the enemy is Rank 4 afterall, which he could still survive from a mere grenade and only knocking him out for a short amount of time.

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Back to Marcel, he wrinkled his brows. He was forced to stop his suppressive fire and focused on the man coming towards him.

One of his Revolvers aimed at the black-dressed man, shooting a powerful Anti-tank round at the enemy and forcing him to jump aside. Almost instantly, Marcel discarded his other gun and unsheathed his enchanted Netherite sword.

With a crazy fast movement, his sword left the sheath and cut towards the black-dressed man's neck.

However, the black-dressed man just scoffed. He twisted his body weirdly and avoided the slash, at the same time, his left foot kicked the ground launching himself towards Marcel's back.

Seeing the dagger coming towards him, Marcel pressed the finger of his gun, shooting four bullets at once like a damn cowboy he was, one towards him and the other three towards his possible routes of escape.

'This bitch!' 

The assassin's expression turned serious. He realized how cunning this attack was and became warier. An attack like this was enough to harm someone at the Master Realm and could possibly heavily injure or kill Rank 4 Individuals like him.

However, the assassin also had some tricks under his sleeve.

All of sudden, a stream of mana left his body and wrapped around the assassin's feet. Then, he jumped up and stepped in the air, evading the attack completely!

"Oh come on! That's not even fair!" Marcel was surprised, he was not expecting something like that.

It was a skill called 『Air Leap』, a technique to use mana as a foothold and step in the air. It could only allow the user to step in the air.

'Unfair my ass, you have Meccan weapons for goodness sake, how is that even fair!' 

The assassin could only use it twice in normal circumstances, but it was more than enough to add many more variables to his battle style.

Once he had avoided the bullets. The assassin stepped in the air again, but this time, shooting himself in Marcel's direction.

But suddenly, an enchanted Netherite sword appeared in his path.

'Dammit!' The assassin had heard about this sword from his employer and he knew he could not afford to block any of his gear.

But in his current circumstances, avoiding it was not an option!

The assassin gritted his teeth. He hurriedly put his magic daggers forward and filled them with much more mana, using them to block the sword.

*Shin!*

The sword and the daggers clashed. A sharp sound was produced when superior magic enchantments from the Netherite Sword clashed against the mana and enchantments of the dagger, but it disappeared quickly.

And the sword cut through the daggers.

But the expected scene of the sword bisecting the assassin did not happen. Instead, the assassin managed to use the instant when the sword and the daggers clashed to force himself to step in the air again and avoid the powerful sword by a hairbreadth.

Cold sweat filled the assassin's body, but he realized that Marcel was preparing another attack.

Gritting his teeth, the assassin jumped back and created a bit of distance between them.

'Dammit, how are we supposed to steal it without hurting them? That is impossible!' The assassin swore inwardly. Looking around him, he saw that the other Rank 4 assassin continued fighting evenly against the strange masked individual after his recovery from the grenade Delirious shot him with. Meanwhile, the other male was taking care of the remaining Rank 2 and Rank 3 assassins for himself.

"It looks like I can't expect help, huh." The assassin mumbled and looked at the black skinned male wearing a blue land dragon costume wielding a powerful black metal enchantment sword and a Flintlock pistol in his two hands. "I just need to be wary of his attacks and everything will be fine."

The problem was, although Marcel's movements were slower than his, he got the feeling that Marcel was always a step ahead of him. As though each one of his movements was being read.

Besides, he could not afford to receive even one attack of Marcel. If not that the assassin's strength was one Rank higher than Marcel, he would have lost long ago.

Marcel, on the other hand, was rather relaxed. When he realized that his friends could take care of the remaining enemies, he decided to use this assassin as a sparring partner. Marcel even ordered Xavier to not interfere in the fight yet, because... you know, other reasons.

His blue-eyes glinted with a bit of light, everything around Marcel's vision was so slow at a snail pace while countless methods flashed through his mind. Basically stared at the assassin while calculating his next move and how to counter it.

After looking at each other for a few seconds in the Bad, the Good, and the Ugly style, the assassin finally moved.

A magic dagger flew through the air, straight to Marcel's throat. Marcel calmly raised his Revolver and shot it down, at the same time, he leaned his body aside and evaded the blow of the assassin that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The assassin's eyes narrowed. He kicked the ground again and wielded his magic dagger in an upward slash. When Marcel evaded that attack, he kicked the air this time and used his other hand in a downward slash.

The assassin's tridimensional movements surprised Marcel on the inside, but he didn't show it and reacted accordingly. His Netherite sword suddenly was raised, stabbing towards the place the assassin was going to be an instant later.

"!!!"

The assassin reacted quickly. He leaned his body aside and evaded the sword, only to see a bullet coming towards his face. Helpless, he raised his remaining magic dagger to block it.

*Clank!*

Unfortunately, it meant he lost his last weapon.

Seeing that another bullet was coming towards him, the assassin jumped back. But he immediately realized that more bullets were flying towards him, blocking all his routes of escape. This time, not even stepping in the air would be enough to escape.

The assassin did not panic. He took off his coat and filled it with mana to use it as a shield. The improvised shield was not enough to block the destructive bullets, but it stopped them for a hundredth of a second, enough time for him to escape.

But at that moment...

*Bang!*

"Argh!"

With a tragic noise, the Rank 4 individual was stunned by the flashbang for a moment, this got Delirious an opportunity to move around the Rank 4 Individual's neck at fast speed, using his weapon's chains to choke him for a second before he pulls it with all of his strength, resulting in him decapitating his opponent as his head flies in the air, killing him instantly.

*Thud!*

With his headless body falling on the bloody floor, the man dies by the hands of the maniac on the mask.

At the same time, Moo shot the last two Rank 2 assassins using a Rocket Launcher, blasting them to dust, creating an enormous crater and blowing their bodies into bits.

"Shit!" The assassin's expression turned ugly. Without hesitation, he kicked the ground and jumped away to escape.

But when he looked back to the three, he saw a smirk on their faces like monsters.

Seeing their smiles gave a terrifying chill run through his spine.

Suddenly, the assassin saw a shadow above him.

*Bum!* *Clang* *Bum!* 

Xavier's enormous metallic body jumped out of the shadows. It looked at the assassin with its red menacing eyes and raised its long arms.

*Bam!*

An enormous mechanical arm hit his back, completely breaking his spine.

"Gah!"

Landing on the grassy floor, the assassin felt he was nauseated. Before falling unconscious, he heard Marcel's commanding voice.

"Search for survivors, perhaps we can make them spit out useful information."

"Roger, roger" Delirious saluted.