THE LIVINETT PROTOCOL 9
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Sometimes passion is not enough to succeed. Such is life, although the spirit has been accompanied by very hard effort, but does not guarantee to get success. Perhaps the luck factor is also a determinant. Especially if we live just for laziness. If it is just living, germs in the body are also alive. Marco certainly did not want his life to go by with disappointing things. Now this is his chance to get a very memorable life experience. His choice to fight with his people further inflames his passion.

This war that had happened in the past seemed to have been destined for him. This world has always kept a mystery. All the mysteries of life are still many that are unknown to humans. Marco who was stranded in the past really enjoyed his challenging days. His soul was probably born to be a person who likes tension and things that are beyond reason.

Many great things in this world have passed. All of this must be valuable history. By looking directly at the history that occurred in the past, makes Marco want to see the entire history that exists. Unfortunately, the selfishness and greedy nature of humans make this world dirty. Dirty because it is filled with lies, hypocrisy, hatred, and full of bloodshed. If life were only for group or personal importance, then this world would be destroyed faster. Destroyed by the greed that exists within man.

The war had begun, Marco and Papilon were settling under the grove of evergreen trees. The atmosphere was still a little dark, the sun had yet to appear. Thousands of Corvos began to disembark from their warships. Some of them can float in the air. It's crazy, they have super troops. Their strength seemed to really be far above Branco's army. Marco gulped and took a deep breath. His whole body trembled like the first time he went to war.

Derpaz, Luis and Garben emerge from behind Marco. Sil and Reil are 10 meters to the left. They're scouting all the enemies that are starting to flood the harbor. The giants were like monsters that were ready to devour anyone. All the ground troops are ready to wait for the warning from Colonel Grim. Marco was not in charge of attacking daluan. Sil walked closer to Marco, Reil trailing behind him.

After arriving in front of Marco, Sil patted Marco on the shoulder. “Do not be daunted,” he said firmly.

“Yah. Sure,” replied Marco.

“Listen! Papilon, Derpaz, Luis, Reil and especially you, Garben. Do not be rash and ignore the orders of Marco or Colonel Grim. If you act at will, then your fate will be like Tink,” Sil said firmly.

“Don't talk about him! I'll kick you in,”, Sergeant Garben.

“It was wrong? This is for your learning only. Anyway I have no intention of insulting Tink.”

“Already, stop! This is not the time to argue,” Marco interrupts.

They fell silent and continued their observations further. They use hand codes to communicate with each other. Sunlight slowly began to crack in the eastern horizon. The full moon had completely ended because the moon had disappeared. Suddenly the sound of a trumpet sounded very loud, apparently it was a signal to attack from the Corvos forces. They must have known of Branco's forces around the harbor. Normally, if Branco's forces had not yet arrived, Corvos would have done damage by attacking blindly, then went into deeper territory to tear apart Yazelt.

There is a code from Colonel Grim who uses Zelcar, he ordered to fight right now. But with a sudden change of plan, Marco's scout force must first attack using arrows and set fire to two enemy ships. Without waiting for a long time, Marco immediately carried out the instructions, he coordinated all the ground troops to prepare the arrows.

Hundreds of arrows were flying towards the ship. Then 500 troops using Zelcar advanced to start the resistance. The other 1500 were led by Sir. Hudson. The second war followed by Marco was different from before. For some reason, the Corvos army moved very violently and managed to push back the Branco troops. Marco became agitated at this situation. However, none of that lasted long, as 700 Creo-R aircraft had ordered the entire Zelcar force to retreat as quickly as possible, then the planes rained down on Corvos forces with missiles.

“Who is holding all the missiles?” shout Derpaz.

“Did the Holy Child take part in the battle?” reil hatch.

When Marco and his group start to panic, Deart and Rifiz show up with binoculars. They ran towards Marco and friends.

“Look over that carrier, close to the first chimney. There was the Holy Child,” cried Deart as he handed the binoculars into Marco's hands.

Marco immediately placed the binoculars before his eyes. “True you said, Deart. That man is again in the war this time. Goddamnit! Its greatness is incredible.”

“Give me those binoculars,” pinta Luis.

It was true, this time the Holy Child was coming again in the battle. He has spiritual power, or maybe magic. I don't know why he's so good. The missile alone is capable of remotely jamming him. Really not playing the greatness of the higher-ups of the Tsandor Continent. If he had such great power, why would he have fought a war with the weak like Yazelt. Really greedy human.

Beside the giant who called himself the Holy Child was seen one more person. He was standing staring into the harbor, he was Roz Fruilt, the one who had requested the prototype armor from the Yazelt Tribe. The bastard seemed to be enjoying the war he was waging. If only he had not asked for the prototype armor, there might not have been any malicious intent to take control of Yazelt. Technological advances can really bring disaster. Science that should be used for good, actually makes humans kill each other.

The entire army that had advanced was exhausted, many casualties had fallen. Marco could not stay silent, he finally gave the army of the land to continue fighting. All of them advanced valiantly against a group of increasingly crazed giants. Marco continued to throw his arrows, many of the fallen giants were hit by Marco's arrows. He continued to fight with all his might, Papilon and Deart were on his right and left. They shoot arrows simultaneously, sometimes turning their backs to each other.

Marco ran closer to the harbor, he was confronted by two giants of Trovolta. Marco managed to paralyze the giant, one giant crushed his head because of the arrow shot by Marco. After making it past the two giants, he advanced forward to protect Colonel Grim. Honey, his steps came to a halt because he was suddenly kicked by a giant. Marco bounced quite a distance, his body slammed into the sand and then rolled around for a while. His forehead and cheeks were bleeding, he was holding his shoulders. His face grinned, enduring pain and anger. Unfortunately, the bow he was holding broke and could no longer be used.

The situation is getting worse, the giant was still eyeing it. His wide strides had reached Marco. Now that they faced each other, the giant raised one leg, he intended to step on Marco. Just imagine, if Marco was stepped on, his body would have been crushed into a pulp. The giant leg had been raised and was about to hit Marco, but, an unexpected thing appeared. Suddenly the giant's legs were crushed, his skin peeled off, then cut off. The giant then collapsed, apparently there was a figure who had saved Marco. Marco was surprised to see the presence of the figure.