Chapter 135 Hatred
Karl didn’t answer, raised his chin slightly, waved his hand and said, “Let’s go.”
However, when Zong Fang opened the space black hole and was about to enter, he suddenly said:
"Karl, don't trust the Federation too much."
Carl looked back in confusion, and the two men looked at each other from a distance.
Zong Fang's eyes were deep as he asked, "If one day you had to choose, would you stand on the Federation's side or her side?"
Karl frowned: "What a ridiculous assumption, that day will never come."
Zong Fang sneered, raised the photo in his hand, and said, "For the sake of this time, I'll give you a piece of advice: Don't trust the scavenger. You are all just his black gloves."
After saying that, Zongfang no longer paid attention to the stunned Carl and walked away.
The red-haired man standing in front of the black hole was stunned for a moment, his brows lowered, and he fell into deep thought.
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At this time, the Alliance of Freedom.
The sunlight shines through the tall white marble columns onto the ground, casting mottled shadows.
The square is surrounded by elegant buildings with towering colonnades and exquisite carvings. The roofs are decorated with delicate reliefs and animal totems. Every detail exudes mystery and solemnity.
At this moment, Qiao Suisui sat quietly at the edge of a square in Kanbukun. Her eyes were a little blurry, and her thoughts seemed to be still stuck in the past events narrated by the archbishop.
"At the time, I was a member of an elite federal unit. We received an order from our superiors to go to a place called Dadligne to suppress reactionary forces. I found it very strange at the time, because usually when we go out on a mission, there will be a detailed report stating the target number, weapons, and the reason, and usually the entire team will not be dispatched. But this time, our superiors required us to go. We were not given any detailed instructions, only one sentence: Once we arrive, annihilate the enemy.
Our duty is to obey, so even though everyone felt that the mission was unclear, we still took action quickly.
The battleship brought us over Dardligne. Looking down, I found the land was not filled with smoke as I had expected, but instead a peaceful village. Captain Dante Connor, then the captain, wanted to land and reconnoiter before proceeding, but the voice of his superiors kept urging us on.
We followed orders and started strafing immediately after landing.
But when I saw the screaming children, the old men struggling in fear, and the men running around, an idea immediately came to my mind—these were the most ordinary orcs, and they had no armed forces at all.”
At this point, the archbishop's voice began to fluctuate with emotion, showing that even after so long, he still hadn't gotten over the incident.
"I turned to look at my team members and saw they were also confused and distressed. Some had even lowered their weapons. Connor repeatedly checked with his superiors whether to terminate the operation, but there was no sound in his headset. However, just as we hesitated, a huge heat wave suddenly rushed over from all sides. Explosions rang out, and in just a few seconds, half of our men were killed, along with the local residents who were helpless.
I struggled to get up in the chaos, and in the dizziness and tinnitus, I saw the purgatory before my eyes.
Bloody corpses, limbs blown off, flames everywhere, the ground beneath their feet mixed with blood and mud. Black snow fell from the sky, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
I kept calling my teammates through the comms, but only a few answered me. I went to dig through the bodies one by one, frantically searching for my companions. We came together, and we must leave together.
Sang Yan and Qiao Suisui both showed expressions of pity on their faces. She asked, "Who activated the bomb? Was it the local reactionary forces?"
The archbishop suddenly laughed, and as he laughed, tears streamed down his cheeks. He shook his head and said, "There was no reactionary force at all. It was one of our own who blew it up."
"Is it the Federation?" Sang Yan asked.
"That's right. 386 of us went on this mission, and only 24 managed to escape death. We swam non-stop along the local waters, drifting at sea for ten days and nights. When we reached shore, only 14 of us were left. One of our brothers lost both legs because he was too close to the explosion, so Connor strapped him to his back and said he would take us home. We grabbed onto driftwood and drifted on and on. By the end, I had lost consciousness, my body hypothermic from being in the sea for so long. At first, we were joking with each other and chatting like normal, but then we encouraged each other, and then, no one spoke. We were in despair."
As Qiao Susu listened to the archbishop's weak and trembling words, her heart felt as if it was being grabbed and her eyes turned red.
She suddenly remembered that Luka had mentioned that there were 13 rebels when they were rounded up. So what happened to the 14th person who came ashore?
Before she could ask, the archbishop slowly lifted his white robe and knelt before the statue of the Beast God. He placed his palm against his chest, his face now covered in tears.
"I confess to the Beast God. I have committed an unforgivable sin."
Sang Yan and Gai Meilun hurried to pull him up, but he refused to get up. The Archbishop's voice had completely lost the compassion he had when they first met. He choked and said, like a child waiting to be punished for making a mistake, "After we got ashore, everyone was exhausted, but we were excited because we had escaped death. After a short rest, everyone started looking for a way out again. But before long, we fell into despair again, because this was an uninhabited deserted island surrounded by the sea. Despair, hunger, anger, all kinds of emotions surged into our hearts, and everyone began to become more and more irritable, and some even fought each other for the fruit.
Connor suggested using the island's timber to build a raft and sail out to sea again in search of survival. Some objected, unwilling to drift aimlessly any further. Others agreed, believing they should give it a try, believing they were simply waiting to die here. But no one had the strength to stand again. After a long silence, one man leaped to his feet, pounced on the dying Alan, and bit off a piece of flesh from his abdomen. Connor tried to stop him, but it was too late. The orcs' eyes glowed red, their orcish instincts awakened, and one after another, they tore at Alan's body.
I couldn't stand the hunger, so I rushed up too.
Only Connor did not move forward. That was his brother he had carried all the way with him. Even in the most desperate moments at sea, he did not give up on him. He remembered. He remembered his promise to bring us home.
The archbishop covered his face and broke down crying, his sobs filling the entire church.
Later, after eating their companions alive, they left the island on a raft. They thought they had finally survived the difficult and desperate situation and were about to return to the Federation to report, but they found that they had become wanted rebels overnight.
Sang Yan looked at Qiao Susu who was sitting in a daze in the square, then turned around and got a bubble machine from a little boy not far away.
Colorful transparent bubbles fell from above her head and burst with a "pop", bringing Qiao Susu back to her senses.
Sang Yan put away the bubble machine, walked over and sat down beside her, their knees touching each other, as if comforting each other.
"What do you want to do?" Sang Yan asked.
"I want to go to Dudligne." Qiao Susu said firmly.
She must find out what happened there and why the Federation was willing to destroy an elite force.
Sang Yan was not surprised to hear this, but his expression became a little serious. He said, "Dardline's current name is the Southern Battlefield."
Zong Qiao, coming soon, understand?
(End of this chapter)
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