Chapter 120: A Hero we do not deserve
In the vast desolate field 50 kilometers away from Arkadia City-State, a large army of mutants was camped amidst the ruins of an abandoned city. They made use of the buildings and surrounding mutated beasts for defense against surprise attacks.
Usually, these mutants would never dare set up camp within 50 kilometers of the city, as they would become targets for a cruise missile salvo.
Even though they had many powerful mutants capable of defending against such attacks, suffering casualties before the war even started was something they still needed to avoid.
But this time, with the defection of Gideon Voss, all of the launch codes had been changed, and it would take at least five years for the UEC to recover access by hacking the security system.
They no longer needed to fear those cruise missiles coming their way. Even if Atlas himself intervened, it was still within the scope of their calculated risks. Their Khan was strong enough to hold off Atlas, and despite all of his power, Atlas was not without weaknesses.
Besides, they had an ace up their sleeve prepared specifically in case Atlas decided to interfere.
Atop one of the high-rise buildings that served as the Khan’s temporary residence, a pale mutant sat on a throne. His skin was cracked like broken stone, and his red eyes held a sense of nobility and cold determination.
On his chest was a medallion. Its design resembled the one Maximilian had o his chest the first time he transmigrated.
"Mr. Gideon Voss, are you certain you have the means to stop Atlas from interfering?" asked the mutant on the throne, addressing the man in a suit seated across from him.
"Yes, Khan. I have the means to restrain him. If he comes, he’ll have no choice but to retreat," Gideon said with a confident smile.
"I hope what you say is true, Mr. Gideon Voss," the Khan replied nonchalantly before rising from his throne.
"It’s time. Pack up and march!" the Khan declared, and the mutants of various ranks all accepted the command.