8 Island of Time (2/2)
Several thousands years ago, an island existed here. It was swallow up by the ocean.
Always believed to be a myth, it is actually a fact.
With my power, I can pull it from the depth of the sea of time. It takes an enormous amount of concentration and effort, but it is very doable.
The men widen their eyes when an island shrouded in mist appears within the bubble. The time bubble pops, allowing the island to merge into the new world, right before the ship.
The huge ship that seemingly appears out of nowhere from their perspective causes the inhabitants to run back towards the city.
Bells begin to ring, and men armed themselves with spears, swords and bronze armors.
”People. There are people on the island! What the hell are they wearing?”
”This architecture… are they Greek?”
”Amazing. You are truly beyond human understanding, Mr. Maxwell.”
”Who are these people? They looks like they are from the Bronze Age.”
I smile.
”That is correct, Doctor Mathew. These people are from the Bronze Age. They are not Greek. They are called Atlantian… Atlantese… Atlantan. Ah. They are people from Atlantis. This is the island of Atlantis, the one that was swallowed up by the sea. Below the island is a very active volcano. In about 20 to 30 years, the island will be destroyed.”
Doctor Mathew couldn't help but become bewildered. Much of the men are too.
”In any case, they are all long dead from our point of view, so it is completely natural for us to send them on their way. We also need the island for our own end.”
I am such a sadistic person.
Honestly, there is many ways to claim the island without bloodshed, but I want to see how bronze age tactics fare against somewhat modern warfare.
It is actually a massacre.
There is no contest, whatsoever.
Bronze armors offer zero protection against hails of bullets, spewing out of a machine gun.
And armed their spears and swords, the defenders of Atlantis have to get close enough to my men to use their weapons.
”Magic! Great father Zeus, they are all sorcerers. What should we do, my King!?”
A man wearing many ornament calls out from the top of the high wall. He is bowing to another person, who is the King.
Behind the King are princes and princesses.
Everyone is watching the approaching army, armed with what they assumes to be magical staffs.
”Do not worry. Even with their magic, our great city wall have never been breech before. They are not even wearing any armors! How foolish! Prepare archers!”
”Father. If they are truly sorcerers, we cannot stop them. Look at their mighty ship. It is made entirely of iron. We are only beginning to experiment with the iron yet they already using it to cover the hull of their ship.”
One of the princesses speaks up.
Iron is not something new to the people of Atlantis. They have some understanding of it and learn that a harder form of iron can be smelted. This is what the modern world called steel.
”Nonsense. They will fear us, like the Greek, the Persian, the…”
It is the last thing the King has said as a sniper bullet takes his life.
Terrifying screams erupts on top of the wall.
”My Lord Maxwell, don't you think it is a bit foolish to have the commander of your army standing out in the open like that?”
Johnathan comments after putting down his sniper rifle.
I just laugh. He is brutally efficient. I like him.
”And can anyone tell me what they are screaming about?”
Johnathan shouts.
”I believe they are speaking Latins. I think they are cursing us for using such a dishonorable mean to kill their King.”
One of the men speaks up.
”Dishonorable? I will show them what dishonorable is!”
”Remember not to destroy too much of the city in the pillaging and… raping. I want to check if there is anything valuable to loot.”
I point out.
Some of the Hydra members protest about the raping part, but I dismiss their protest.
Honestly, if they don't want to see that kind of thing happening on their watch then it is up to them to keep their men in line. I don't want to do more work than I have to.
The battle is over within a few hours.
Their once mighty wall was breeched by deafening explosive.
Their men surrenders soon after, shouting in Latins or Greeks.
The people of Atlantis expects pillaging and raping to happen immediately once the army storms into the city.
The pillaging did happen after all resistance ceased, but that is on my order.
I want everything looted before I raze the city to the ground.
The Palace at the center of the city is enormous. The royalty of Atlantis really likes to splurge and live in perfect comfort.
As I sit on the throne lazily, several soldiers enters, dragging along what I assumes to be the people in charge of the city.
They are ministers, noblemen, princes and princesses.
”Lord Maxwell.”
One of the women calls out, causing me to raise my eyebrow.
How she figures out my name is kind of beyond me.
She pats herself in the chest before kowtowing in submission.
I suppose that means she is pledging her allegiance to me.
Smart girl.
I point at her.
”I call dip on her.”