THE REBIRTH OF A GENIUS. CREATOR/DESTROYER

Chapter 542. Take Over

Sam is just waiting for a deal and an invasion. He just sits there in his tent or supervises training. He drank and ate a variety of foods and wines made from different meats and fruits.

He was like a vain master who lived out his arrogance to the fullest, except when he became a coach of course. He showed the soldiers the actual training. He made everything he wanted them to learn drilled into their skulls and brains along with other parts of their bodies.

Training was the closest thing they felt to torture.

Meanwhile, the soldiers stationed at the edge of the forest that were several kilometers away were still there and showed no movement whatsoever and no call from the General.

A week just passed. Battles on different fronts and different cities are ongoing and on a full scale.

After this week, Sam finally got word, it was actually to the general and passed on to him. The letter was sent with blood and it seemed to be the blood of the spy captured by the enemy.

The letter was directly sent by the enemy even spies.

That's a challenge.

The enemy found every spy within them in the past seven days and every scout or spy that was around and all their blood had been used to feed their mutants and flesh given to dogs.

If that was true, Sam guessed that Master wanted to leave the mutants rampaging at them. Camp Mov would not survive a thousand and five hundred normal blood mutants, let alone when they went berserk.

Although, it is not mentioned directly that in the letter, Sam can read the implied, which is, master did not know if anyone was smart enough to know the mutant power of raging blood and he did not know if Mov's party had comprehended the research paper stolen from them.

He might as well have thought, that if Mov's side knew about it, this would be a great provocation. Telling all the details about when they will be deployed and when they will meet them on the battlefield and if he adds any unclear meaning about those who are raging, he said, this will be one of the biggest provocations in the history of Mov Vs Rubrum.

Sam holds the letter and goes to the General's tent.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"I want you to attack their camp."

"Which one do they really want?"

"But the experts and healers who analyzed the research said that they would go berserk if they absorbed too much blood and they were much stronger."

“You understand what the word rampage means, right? They will lose their minds, they will lose their minds, they cannot think.

You have to be afraid of the person who goes berserk, I agree. But these people were not experienced fighters who built their strength through battles and hardships.

Everything that was given to them was forced into their bodies. Do you know what to fear when you go on a rampage?

A man trained, a man trained even if he only trained one straight punch, but at least if he practiced a thousand times, then he should be feared. Because the punch became his instinct. In a state of raging thoughts all will be lost except instinct.

All they had was superior strength, no skills. In my experience, people like this are the easiest for me to kill."

"That might be the easiest for you. But there was no way the soldiers could kill them in a direct clash. Why are you so confident in achieving this? Can you even take responsibility for doing so? The soldiers will die in the thousands if we don't do something."

“There will be no direct clashes, very few people who will be useful directly with blood mutants or other warriors for that matter. The problem with war cultivators was that they all thought that they were mighty and in order to satisfy that meaningless mind, they would all fight head-on.

It is called war because the soldiers fight in it and are called soldiers because the soldiers are together. And in the army the army must fight together. Unless one was superior to his peers around the world, the army would always win. But for that, the army must fight together."

"We always fight together." The general shouted as he saw Sam belittling the soldiers. He could accept all the condescending and anger and resentment from Sam, but he was not prepared to accept the disparaging and disparaging remarks of the army.

"Fighting together does not mean fighting side by side. They fight side by side, but do you think when they clash, they know that they are fighting on the side of their friends. Everyone fought in one battle. Your scout squads work well and they work together which is called working together because everyone has their own role to play even if it doesn't look important to the whole world.

You soldiers are great Generals, I do not mean disrespect, but it is built on the fact that the soldiers can find glory in their actions and that is only by killing or gaining Intel. I'll show you what it means to fight together and what they can do if they're really together.

Anyway, I think we're talking about price."

"What do you want?" The general said reluctantly."

"Pigeon and Crow, two families each."

"They are not so valuable. What else do you want?"

"I want the rest added to the credit."

"You'll know soon."

After a brief encounter and giving some of his thoughts to the general, Sam returns and goes deep into the forest, before entering the divine dimension.

He had made several plans to deal with mutants as well as enemy soldiers. He conducted several tests throughout the battle.

The corpses that were brought to him, not only because of his scales, there were other things as well. He made some modifications to the grenades that claimed the lives of the mutants by adding additional ingredients.

Now, after he saw the test results, it was time, he used the results.

He worked there while still paying attention to the outside world. He made some very important things added to the warehouse of the next attack.

After two days, Sam and the others began to herd their troops. His army is not really too much. They were just ordinary soldiers and he only brought one battalion with him.

But this time there was no talk from the general and the commanders, at least that was the information sent to the rubrum camp.

After two days of continuous marching, Sam was finally several hundred meters away from the rubrum camp.

This time, they made a tent and made a temporary camp.

As soon as they started making tents, Sam saw someone he knew standing outside the enemy camp.

He was one of the thirty who stood behind the blood mutant ruler.

When Sam faced them in their regiment for the first time and the thirty men arrived, this person was right next to Master.

He might as well be the leader of this base camp.

Sam also stood up straight as he looked at the man.

While the other soldiers did what they needed to do.

Soon, night came and the two of them stood there like that.

At midnight, the mutant leader finally made his move, he started walking forward towards Sam and Sam did the same.

The two met in the middle and stood there face to face.

"So you're the one who caused this much damage. You're the one who killed my brothers. I should have guessed it. A dog that can come to our camp and go as he pleases must be a good dog. My blood-hunting dog likes to eat all the other dogs. You might be able to make a good meal for her."

"I killed a thousand and five hundred of your men in the war and about five hundred of them in the camp and this is the best you can say?"

"I'll say what I want when I kill all your soldiers, right in front of you and eat their blood. The more you wait, the stronger my brothers are and the sooner the battle will end."

"So, how long will it take them to achieve their best performance?"

"Awhile more. Why the rush to die? After all, why would they give a thousand soldiers to a fool like you?"

Sam laughed and said.

"You think calling me stupid makes you smarter than me?"

"Bringing food to my brothers in the form of soldiers. What are you if you're not stupid? You should have brought at least ten thousand soldiers to swarm us. Maybe you might have a chance."

Sam looked at the person higher than him and said.

"Have you ever wondered, how a human like me, who you or your entire army intelligence has never seen or heard of, plunged straight into war and caused great harm to you? How do you think I did that? Did you know, I even joined the army just a few days ago? Do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Information. I study, I read, I learn and I analyze and I compile information."