I'm the King Of Technology-Chapter 1569: Sneaky Baymardians

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Chapter 1569: Sneaky Baymardians


'So brilliant... So good... I must have them!'


Red Beard's thoughts were good.


His body quaked with excitement, and his eyes flashed with tremendous greed.


No way! There must be a blind spot.


But where?


Amidst the volcanic eruption of sand and fire, Red Beard used his dead men as protective shields when poking his head out to view the scene.


'I'm sure these bastards won't be exploding themselves.' He thought.


If they get too close to their guard posts, would they dare to explode him?


As a war veteran, he thought he had guessed right.


Boom! Boom! Boom!


Ahhhhh~


The defeating moans of many sounded out. Many voiced their plain, feeling their bones break off with every explosive move.


Mom... What sort of evil did they hit?


Not long ago, they thought they would be the ones dishing out tonight's surprise attack. But who would've known a fellow Morg would betray them, selling out their plans to these Baymardians?


Yes! If there weren't traitors who did it, how do you explain tonight's matter?


Like Red Beard, many had already figured it out. If they went underneath the guard post, they didn't believe these Baymardians would be able to keep exploding them like so.


"To the Guard posts!"


"Quickly! We must keep persisting!!!"


Everyone's emotions went up and down like a rollercoaster but dared not slow their speed.


No matter how injured they were, they crawled, ran, hopped, dragged, and pulled themselves to what seemed like their salvation.


There were several guard posts scattered strategically around the shores.


And though there was a good amount of distance between each, everyone felt they could make it with just a little perseverance.


Must not die! Must not die!


It would be shameful to die without taking a single enemy's head.


How would they explain themselves to their beloved God of War in the afterlife?


Many gritted their bloodied teeth, using their elbows to drag their bloodied bodies across the sand.


As for Red Beard, he seemed to have a mountain load of luck.


Boom!


A strange force threw him to the left, smashing into several others.


Bam!


Red Beard rolled and stepped on the already injured men he landed on, gaining his feet without sympathy for the lot.


'What a powerful force. All the more reason Morgany has to acquire these.'


He was impressed. The explosive power was several times higher than their black-powered-arrow Ballistas when launched.


The horror of these made many feel there was a monster lurking within the after-fog that emerged. And one shouldn't even get him started with the heat.


~Hiss!!!


Red Beard could feel his shoulders slightly burnt.


It was clear that had he been within a closer attack range, he would be like the rest affected, with gruesome injuries that even he was fearful of.


Has the world always been so scary?


Red Beard was back on his feet, knowing his greed and desperation to flee Baymard far surpassed his fear for the weapons ahead.


.


Rub! Run! Run!


Red Beard was like a maze runner, moving in a zig-zag manner, never wanting the enemy to predict his moves. And for the most part, his luck seemed good.


He reached the bottom of the post, following several others who had already begun ascending the small stairway attached to the towering post.


This narrow 2-story tall stairway was the only direct path to the top.


Red Beard began his descent, following behind a few. And just as they guessed, these assholes didn't dare to blow themselves up.


"Cowards." Red Beard scoffed. If they were real men, why didn't they choose to sacrifice themselves and blow up?


Weaklings!


He thought he had a bit of spunk and grit in them. But it seemed they feared death too much to make such a big move.


Red Beard gripped the stairway rails, hurrying those ahead."


"Pick it up or take my blade."


In such times, he, Red Beard, didn't care if they were invited or not.


Move!!!


Many heard his voice, gritting their teeth and amping up their speeds… especially for the forest person leading them up.


The Pirate gangster with a black fabric tied around his head dared not dilly dally. He was sure that if he even looked back, the person directly behind him would slice his throat under Red Beard's orders.


But did he hate Red Beard? No. The stronger and fiercer their Captain was, the more respect and awe they had towards him.


One step forward, another step forward.


The pirate at the very front fiercely ascended the stairway. Just like him, everyone already took this stairway as a haven.


Unfortunately, they miscalculated.


The group of pirates suddenly felt their legs miss a step.


Eh?


What did they see?


The high-step stairways now became a slanted surface, like a slide in an amusement park. And like dominos, several unprepared pirates fell backward


What?!!


Several people were bundled like a deck of cards. And soon, many rolled to the sides of the stairways, falling over the edge.


Bam!


They fell like coconuts, planting their faces on the sands.


Ahhhhh!!!


Many inwardly screamed.


Phuck! Phuck! Phuck! Phuck!


They definitely sprained their ankles and broke a few bones from this fall.


No wonder the tails along the stairways were so short. One would think they were designed for children.


So this was the reason, to push them off?


Too hateful! Those who fell condemned.


Of course, not everyone fell off. Some were hiding onto the sides of the rails while suspended, while others were laying on the now slanted stairway, also holding onto the rails, lest they slid down.


Red Beard and a few quickly rode to their feet, holding both rails on their sides.


"Everyone get up! These thieving villains are more despicable than they look. Head up! Once we arrive, they'll have no choice but to admit defeat!"


A strange light flashed through Red Beard's eyes.


No matter how tightly shut these groups were in this Guard post, he didn't believe he wouldn't be able to break through with his Iron Jabbing Fists!


Hostage... Hostage... He must get his hostage.


In the meantime, those within the guard posts were also making preparations just in case they needed to execute plan C.


"Sir! Ammunition running low."


"Then get the Zipline in order! Reinforcements are on the way."


"Good… It's time to end things."