[system installation complete military of the ages' system activated] he collapses, passing out, the system integrating with his mind. It installs its different functions. He groans on the ground, his eyes narrowed.
The assistant returns, "sir I've informed the Impera-" his eyes widen dashing towards him "Lord, are you ok? "
He calmly questions the lord. Kneeling down, he places a hand on him, attempting to use healing magic.
Getting rejected, the assistant sent flying into the door breaking through them, Octavius confusing to groaning. [installation 80% complete] it continues installing itself [99% complete] the pain subsides [100% installation complete.]
He stands up, squinting his eyes before opening them. "Finally, it's finished. Argh, my head hurts now". His eyes gleam blue 6 triangles within each other forming a crosshair, 4 chains like circuits spin around the Iris.
"Are you ok, assistant? "The Spec-ops nods, "what the hell just happened" Octavius places a hand on his lips "that none of your concern now". The assistant nods. "Return to your post ". The assistant vanishes, appearing on the roof again.
He opens the system of the ages.
[current age: Middle Ages.]
[militant] (basic peasants with little to no training, effective in hunting, gathering and swarming)
[Infantry] (disciplined with formation training operating similar weapons and shield effective swarming formations)
[advanced infantries] (highly trained in directive and command, these units are advanced in combat and command sections)
[Cavalry] (mounted units with longer reach and decently armoured, trained to move in platoons of 26 and pierce through formation)
[heavy infantry] (heavily armoured units with heavy weapons to match a decent Knight in combat. These units are deployed in platoons of 36 armoured to the teeth and equipped with armour shattering weapons)
[Siege equipment] (equipment for laying offence against largely defended fortresses cities or towns)
[Elite infantry] (an elite infantry very capable of shifting the tides of battle-hardened veterans with vast amounts of experience or brutish men with even more brutal methods than regular, possessing armour perfected to their style of combat and weapons to match)
[Juggernauts] (no much is inquired about these legends. The mere presence of 1 boosting allies morale and damage enemies with shear. Intent, these Massive men or legendary women are comparable to super soldiers and armoured to match their weapon, those of legend with their unique style. These men or women are those capable of eliminating entire battalions provided companies these armies can create an entirely new private army too many can fracture the very military prowess of their empire by accident)
His eyes wide, mumbling, "I can make an army with these". He presses on the militant.
[militant structures: Conscription facility Militant vat militant barracks archery village apprentice shaman hut]
Mumbling again, "it really is just militant." he reads through them. "So I need to supply adequate space and resources, then place them. The vat seems to use clone technology, might just replace that with ark crystal tech".
He clicks on the Vat [customize production] he reads through it "citizen are the only unit that can produce militants however I just need to use ark crystal technology and I can make a race of beings with the same characteristics, however plague could rip through them like paper".
[customizing changing technology] in the militant vat Change, a crystalline gem appears inside the increasing in size until it tips to sit merely 2 inches from the top and bottom 3 pairs of arms hope around inches away from it.
Lightning crackles off it, forcing the crystal to statically rotate in the middle of the vat [technology changes.] he sighs, "mental intent is terrifying. "He sighs, closing the tabs mentally, "great alright" he stands up having finished most of the paperwork.
He leaves the assistant following him "blood guards" pieces of his spin break apart multiple blood spots Shot out morphing into Large guards they glance around as their cells rapidly divide until it finally stops the grand knight's 5 foot 1.5 shorter than him, they kneel "Reign".
They leave the surroundings, dispersing into their tasks. "Seems enemies are back again. Obviously, this kingdom is not weak since they got in again. Then again, they're probably arrogant. After the first success, wonder who it is. I'll find out real soon. The platoon of 14 spreads, our placing down magic bombs.
Whisper "damn idiots still haven't manned the wall, it is scary that they finished it so fast though". A spec-ops appears behind him, moving his dagger to his throat *slit* a silent cut runs along his throat, the man's eyes widening.
He tries to scream, only to wheeze, the remaining oxygen escaping his slit throat. He falls down, picking up the mana bomb he vanishes whisper over his Radio "1 target down" the others, move avoiding the blood guard per their knowledge.
5 men move towards Arkacious And Adriel trying to cut down the annoying hair before it gains more power and ascends to the throne, unaware of the immortality, each of them slicing through the door flawlessly they grapple it stopping it from falling.
Walking in to deal with the heir, they approach the cradle. Readying their knife they lift it looking down into it "what" they whisper Arkacious, not their Octavius having sent Adriel and Arkacious to the Spec-ops HQ.
They leave the room Spec-ops hiding whisper into the radios "target 5 8 and 2 are on the move" Octavius grins walking down the hallway he targets sprinting down to find an incomplete area with in it.
They clash with Octavius within the hallway the men glance at him "It's the lord, Kill him" the blood guards sprint sprawling out they jump towards them from both sides the targets dodging upwards only for 3 more guards to seamlessly impale them with a great sword "ho-how".
They drop to the ground, a massive gouge in their torso, with their last breath. They attempt at last assault on him before stopping in shock. The blood guards return inside his body disappearing "just what the fuck is this..." they black out, their hearts beating its last.
"Are all other targets eliminated?" they nod. "And all bombs have been retrieved. Scarlet is looking over the internals of them now. [skilled created master engineer Sub branch engineer eyes created] he walks over, jumping out of 1 of the unfinished components.
Landing on the ground, he glances at a mana bomb. It components immediately. "Alright, so the diffuser is the red. Line they seem to have done that on. Purpose anyhow, the green eliminates the timer, and the yellow explodes the bomb".
Scarlet glance at him somewhat surprised she sighs "you created a new ability" he nods "It is not perfect, but it gives me some intermediate in bomb design and structure I'd have to make a direct skill for bombs and any other form of engineering. Engineer Master is only professional in all course, not truly a master, you can't be good at everything with 1 skill".
"Anyhow, it uses a core of compressed mana igniting through flame magic it explodes from gravity too much pressure in an area leads to it bursting Gravity a bitch when it wants to be, especially when you fall from 300 feet into water you practically become paste"
He yawns. "Now, I suppose we are good for now. I have plenty of ways to find out who sent them," he grins manically. "Even Esdeath could probably break them easily".