Arc of the Souls Chapter 4: Arc 1, Chapter 4 - Testharian Force

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Soon after the explosion faded away, roughly 15 Recon Artists with propulsion pads and flew from the walls of the base towards the crater. As the smoke dissipated from the crater. Someone emerged from the smoke. It was the infamous Synthetic-Class. The very same Synthetic-Class that attacked innocent civilians in Progen City a couple years ago. The terrorist attack on Progen City was all over the news for months. Soul-Core, Macabre Flugel, and a couple more peacekeeping factions put bounties on this Synthetic-Class’s head. This Synthetic-Class was responsible for the 2,445 deaths and 20,000 more injured during a traditional parade. As such, Earth has been in turmoil because of the Synthetic-Class. The smoke fully dissipated and he was in full view. “Heh.” He stood up straight, brushing himself from dust. Not a moment later, the squad leader of the Recon Artists’ squad manifested their weapon, pointing it at the Synthetic-Class. “Identify yourself!” The other Recon Artists formed their own weapons or prepared their powers – a few just pulling guns out. The Synthetic-Class looked up at the Recon Artists, laughing at the pitiful act and pathetic ‘peacekeeping’ act they were upholding against him. He felt nothing, and all he heard was stupid gibberish he didn’t want to hear. He wiped his lips with his thumb before smiling. “Identifying myself? I won’t do such thing.” He looked around, licking his lips before a bigger smile overwrote his face. A menacing, evil smile. “The forest looks very nice. It would be nicer once it’s gone, though.” “Hands in the air. You are trespassing on Testharian Military Grounds! We will not hesitate to shoot!” The squad leader said. So noble and so strong. Oh, how the Synthetic-Class pitied them. If only he could crush their skulls with his hands. That’s all he wants to do. “Testharian...? Ugh... What a place to land.” He said in a grumpy tone. Now he had more of a reason to tear those weak motherfuckers down. “There’s just something about you guys that I dislike so much. You all act so noble and for what? Recognition? Strength? Power tripping? Only I’m allowed to do that. Weak minded guys have no right to show off.” He raised both arms, his hands crackled into tiny rainbow explosions. “I’ll tell you what! I’m not the one trespassing! You are trespassing MY grounds! SHATTER!” The explosions would then chain into one massive explosion that would kill and injure the Recons. The squad lit up in screams of pain and terror, as several of them were killed on the spot. Six Recon Artists would withdraw out of the radius using their propulsion pads, before readying their weapons to retaliate against the Synthetic-Class. “Attack!” “AHAHAHA!” The Synthetic-Class laughed at how pathetic most squad members died. “Oh man! Just like that!? You are even worse than I thought!” Two, one with a double-bladed spear and one with a scimitar would simultaneously lunge towards the Synthetic-Class in a pincer strike. One with a rifle would then fire down the middle in an attempt to force the Synthetic-Class to flee or take the brunt of the attacks. “Defying Impact!” He accelerated himself at the one with the spear, punching him three times, then kicking him into the air. The Synthetic-Class then appeared above them, using his experience battle experience to lock them in a seriously fatal combo before discharging a beam that completely obliterated their body. “AAAGHHGF-“ The scream was cut off. Nothing of them were left, not even charred fragments. They were gone, just like that. The member with the scimitar moved behind the Synthetic-Class, trying to impale him with their blade – Soul-Energy coating it with a small explosive aura. “Whoooop!” He took the hit intentionally, making the scimitar user realize that they drew closer to him. “Where are you going?” He grabbed them, forcing them to get hurt by their own attack. “AHGK—“ They de-manifested their scimitar before using their propulsion pads to make distance between him and t