Darius Supreme

Gunner soon lost interest in Jennser who was a trophy of war. The woman was connected to one of the VR helmets and had her memories and any useful information extracted by Miranda with ease.

This information was disseminated to the troops sent by Darius, educating them on key targets and locations to capture and claim. As such, they spread out efficiently to start taking over Fraterina bit by bit.

As for Gunner, he sat in his tank bored as they plowed forward, the 500,000 conscripts still trudging along before him as they went straight for the capital.

Given their speed, it took them about 10 days to reach the capital, and Miranda had kept him updated on the efforts of the troops who were dispatched separately. Their performance was on the standards of elites and special forces, as their small numbers were able to take down any facility or encampment they came across.

The losses Fraterina took in these 10 days were incalculable. Even if Gunner packed up and decided to go back, the Kingdom would never be able to fully recover to its peak.

However, something like that would only happen in Fraterina's dream. They were blind, having their eyes and ears poked out by the standard troops who were functioning at a higher level thanks to their elite training, so Gunner's movements were invisible to the main lot.

Fraterina was caught trying to put out fires over and over until Gunner himself appeared too close for them to miss. Once they realized his presence, they immediately called all troops back in a rush to defend the capital.

The other cities and towns in Fraterina were flabbergasted and horrified. By doing this, the top echelon was basically condemning them to whatever fate they would suffer in order to protect their own skins.

By the time Gunner was close enough to the capital city, approximately 12 billion troops were arranged before the city.

12 billion seemed nonsensical by Earth's standards, but even a measly Andrato possessed trillions of citizens, and it was the smallest kingdom.

Honestly, trying to calculate numbers using his former world as a standard was just a recipe for headaches. 'Just go with the flow and preserve your braincells'. That was how Darius had mostly gotten by.

12 billion was not Fraterina's entire army size, merely the number of soldiers that could be rushed over in this short period of time. Looking at what seemed to be an endless sea of people, even the stoic Gunner marveled.

As he had been exposed to Darius' media for longer than he was exposed to Faust's true nature, he had subconsciously grown used to Earth's standards.

The 500,000 conscripts had been emboldened by Gunner power previously, and so they had remained tame, but it was hard to keep them in line when they saw this. They knew for sure that the half-giant would survive, but most, if not all of them, were likely going to die here.

Well, they were quite astute, for that was the plan anyway. However, that would be wasting their lives, and they had technically been dragged here to pay back what they owed for their former inaction.

As such, Gunner made them drink a lovely potion called the 'Fatal Berserk' potion. It granted the drinker +1,000% Power, Speed, Endurance, and Willpower, as well as +500% Damage and Defense.

It lasted for 3 hours and once that duration ended, the one who had consumed it would die such a horrible death that even ghosts would be chilled by it.

Once the 500,000 men and women of Andrato's army were made to drink this, they immediately became coated in a red light, steam emerging from their skin.

Gunner didn't have to tell them anything, they immediately roared like maddened beasts as they rushed towards the enemy opposite them. The 12 billion troops were shocked by this and naturally met their charge head-on, partly disdaining these small ants who were trying to shake an elephant.

However, when the collision occurred, the Fraterinans were the ones shocked as these individuals who were releasing copious amounts of body heat worked like shredders that had found paper.

Their weapons cut through them without resistance, slicing them apart as they moved like juggernauts, so fast and so powerful that being in their way would see you trampled to death.

However, when attacked, it was like trying to cut solid steel with plastic, the weapons of the Fraterina army were useless. Don't forget, they were all unsparked and unawakened humans, so there were no skills or spells flying about, just traditional fighting.

That was why these few fellows could show such a wonderful performance. It was impossible for a person who wasn't at least, a Journeyman or above to kill such fellows.

This was not an exaggeration. The average man in Faust had 10 points in most stats, definitely in the three physical ones.

If we are to assume that all of these 500,000 fellows had the average 10 points everywhere, then a 1,000% increase saw them at 110 points in Power, Speed, and Endurance!

The hell?! That put them over the threshold of Master fighters!

Then if that was the case, how could Journeymen kill them?

Well, it had to do with the nature of their power-up. Yeah, they did theoretically have Master stage stats, but they certainly did not know how to use them.

They were not like Darius and his Branded Servants who, when they used Ability Points to increase their stats, would automatically adapt instantly thanks to the Supreme System. These fellows had lived their lives with 10 points and suddenly had 110 points to use.

At best, they could bring out 30-50 points in each stat. It was enough to make them gods among plebeians like the 12 billion troops who were in the same boat as them, but it certainly was not enough to deal with someone who naturally had those stat points and had adapted to them.

The massacre continued for the entire three hours, not a single member of the 500,000 falling, yet their hands stained with endless blood. In this time, they had culled almost a billion troops on their own, which was a marvelous figure.