Chapter 150 Chapter 150: Anti-Marriage "I don't want to accept this...
The crystal chandeliers in the auditorium gradually went out, leaving only a few beams of pale golden light flowing in the dome.
The guests' whispers receded like the tide, and all eyes were cast on the gilded door that slowly opened.
The spotlight suddenly lit up, illuminating the figure at the end of the passage clearly.
——O'Belly walked slowly towards them holding Lin Mo's arm.
Lin Mo's long gray hair was tied behind her head, and each strand of hair shone with a cold light from being carefully groomed.
O'Belli's fingers rested on the crook of his arm, tapping lightly with their tips.
When O'Beri's eyes fell on Xirui in the audience - even in the dim environment, Xirui was very eye-catching and out of place.
The black-haired male insect has a kind of hipster temperament, which is completely different from those pretentious aristocrats.
So when O'Beir saw Xirui for the first time, he liked her very much.
But Obelix would not refuse Count Obeidi's request to marry Lin Mo.
He can still distinguish right from wrong.
In the audience.
Wenlaiak sat in the shadows, his back straight.
His nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeped through his fingers, and a few dark red flowers bloomed on his blue military uniform.
But he felt no pain - all his pain nerves seemed to be burned by the scene before him.
The magnificent sound of the organ flooded the auditorium like a tide, and golden notes danced and collided under the dome.
The emcee stood before the statue of Iver, the pocket watch chain on the chest of his black suit swaying gently with his exaggerated gestures, and the smile on his face was as perfect as if it had been measured with a ruler.
Count Link sat at the head of the main guest seats, his long dark green hair, grayed by time, carefully tied back behind his head, and every wrinkle on his face revealed the satisfaction of a successful plan.
Opposite him, the head of the Obedi family was wearing a heavy formal dress embellished with ancient family crests. Beneath his silver eyebrows, his eagle eyes were following the moving figures of the newlyweds with satisfaction.
Lin Mo and O'Beri walked over on the light carpet.
"Under the witness of the great empire—"
The MC's drawn-out final note was suddenly lifted by the resounding trumpet sound. The spot of light cast by the stained glass window just happened to cover the newlyweds.
"Congratulations to Mr. Lin Mo and Master Aubrey on entering the palace of marriage!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Lin Mo—"
The MC turned to the newlyweds with a smile on his face, holding the oath book in his hand.
"Are you willing to accept Master Obery as your female monarch? Under the watchful eye of God Avel, and under the witness of the laws of the Empire?"
Lin Mo's eyelashes cast a bluish-gray shadow under the spotlight.
He paused for breath long enough for O'Belli's fingers on his arm to suddenly tighten.
Time paused.
"Bang—"
Wenlaiak stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound in the silence.
Blood dripped from his clenched fist, leaving dark marks on the red carpet.
The surprised gazes of the surrounding guests pierced him like needles, but Wen Laiyak just stared at Lin Mo's back.
The next second, the movement here was immediately noticed by the stage.
“Ah, this!”
O'Bely covered his mouth with a little surprise and looked at Wenlayak.
Of course he knew that Wen Laiyak and Lin Mo had been married before, and it was a failed marriage.
but,
O'Beri had never expected that Commander Wenlayak, who was always known for his strictness and gentleness, would stand up so openly at their wedding and interrupt their wedding process.
Wenleyak didn't even pay attention to O'Beili.
All his eyes were on Lin Mo.
At this moment, Wenlaiak was like a stubborn nail embedded in the guest seats.
——Wenlaiak knew that he was despicable, he knew that he was dishonorable, and he knew that his behavior was mean.
But he is...
But he just couldn't do it, and watched Lin Mo... and another female insect enter the marriage palace.
This is so painful.
He can't do it.
Jealousy was like the whisper of the devil, tempting Wenlaiak to do all kinds of impulsive and unreasonable things.
Then.
Under the spotlight, Lin Mo suddenly turned his head.
Those always indifferent gray eyes passed through the noisy auditorium and accurately locked onto Wen Laiyak standing in the shadows.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Wenlaiak's breathing stopped, and the only sound in his ears was his own violent heartbeat.
He wanted to shout Lin Mo's name, rushed up to grab his wrist, and asked him why - but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.
Lin Mo stood on the high platform, his posture straight as a pine tree, and his formal dress outlined his tall and straight figure.
He looked at Wenlayak and suddenly smiled softly.
At that moment, the frost that had lingered in his eyes for years melted away, like a spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake, creating gentle ripples.
The cold winter is over and spring is back.
"I don't want to."
Lin Mo's voice was not loud, but it exploded like thunder in the silent auditorium.
"I don't want to accept this marriage."
The next second, the whole audience was in an uproar!
Master O'Beili's face turned pale instantly, and his fingers on Lin Mo's arm suddenly tightened, and the expensive dress fabric wrinkled in his palm.
The wine glass in Count Obedi's hand slammed to the ground with a bang, his eyes wide open with disbelief.
The emcee opened his mouth, the prepared speech stuck in his throat, like a goose with its neck strangled.
The only one who felt happy was probably Wenlayak. He just stood there, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to his head.
He saw Lin Mo snatch the brand new wedding ring that the emcee raised, and threw it away in front of the emcee's dull eyes.
The diamond drew a dazzling arc of light in the air and finally rolled to the edge of the red carpet.
"Please don't misunderstand me."
Lin Mo bowed to the audience. His voice was loud enough, clear enough, and bright enough—after all, no one else dared to speak except him.
"I am unwilling to accept this marriage because my father is a despicable, hypocritical and shameless man."
"I don't want to see Count Obedi and his family get deceived and walk into this fire pit together."
Chaos suddenly broke out in the audience.
Count Link stood up suddenly, his elderly face distorted by rage, his long dark green hair shaking violently behind his head.
He slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground with a deafening thud. "Guards! Bring this rebellious son down to me immediately!"
The guards who were originally responsible for maintaining order suddenly rushed out from all directions, and the sound of their metal boots stepping on the marble floor was like a war drum.
However, just as they were about to rush onto the stage—
"Bang!"
A deafening gunshot ripped through the din of the auditorium.
Everyone turned their heads in horror, only to see Xirui lazily leaning on the seat, with smoke still emitting from the barrel of the gun in his hand.
There was a cynical smile on his face, but a dangerous cold light flashed in his dark eyes.
"Don't worry, Link."
The black-haired male insect casually waved the gun in his hand, not even bothering to use the most basic honorific.
"The show has just begun, why are you so anxious to interrupt everyone's interest?"
The guards froze in place, unable to move forward or backward.
Xirui stood up slowly, and moved the muzzle of his gun among the guards. Every time he pointed at someone, the guard's face turned paler - to go against a male insect prince, or even a male insect close to His Majesty Atalan, only those who don't want to live would do that.
"Go ahead and try it out." Xirui chuckled, but his voice was as cold as ice. "If you come up one person, I'll beat you. If you come up two people, I'll beat you two people."
Xirui tilted his head, his black hair falling in front of his eyes: "How about a bet, you have more people--"
He clicked the safety, "Or do I have too many bullets?"
The entire auditorium was silent, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
The captain of the guard had his hand on his sword, but he didn't dare to draw it out - this male insect might really go on a killing spree at the wedding.
The expression on Link's face changed slightly, and he immediately looked at Xirui.
He will never forget Xirui's face - it is 70% similar to Lin Ruixi and Cerie of that year.
"Lord Xirui!"
Count Link was so angry that he was shaking all over, his eyes were full of rage and viciousness, and even had obvious murderous intent.
"Are you going to make an enemy of my family?!"
Hearing this, Xirui laughed out loud: "Hey, you beast, do you think you still have the final say now?"
He turned to look at Lin Mo on the stage and blinked.
"Don't worry, I'll shoot anyone who dares to come up to the stage—keep going."
Lin Mo forced a smile onto his face, feeling inexplicably relieved.
"Dear guests, perhaps you have always thought that my father was an upright nobleman who loved to do charity."
"But the opposite is true."
"He's actually a treacherous fellow. Under the guise of charity, he's harmed countless impoverished Zerg. He's also snatched their talented children, adopted them as his own, and trained them to become spies and assassins. He's then turned this into a murder business, making a killing spree and making a killing ton of money."
"He killed two female monarchs. My father was his first female monarch. After giving birth to me, she was ruthlessly killed."
"The second female monarch was rumored to have died of illness, but in fact, he poisoned her medicine."
"In his eyes, all lives are pawns, and can be compromised for his benefit."
"All the so-called charity, all the gold coins given out, are stained with blood. That so-called Earl's Palace is nothing but another hell."
"Seeking fame and reputation is extremely hypocritical."
"He will go to hell."
"Lin Mo!"
Count Link slammed the table and stood up, his wrinkled face twisted in rage, his long dark green hair shaking violently behind his head.
The finger he pointed at Lin Mo was shaking violently, and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against his face:
"I'm your father! I took great pains to raise you, gave you power and status, and this is how you repay me?!"
His roar echoed through the auditorium, full of authority, like the heavy pressure of patriarchal authority.
Lin Mo just stared at him quietly, with a sarcastic arc slowly rising at the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah?"
He chuckled softly, his voice neither hurried nor slow, but like a sharp knife, it accurately stabbed Earl Link's most fatal weakness—
"But, don't you have azoospermia?"
"Where did you get your child?"
——Dead silence.
The air in the entire auditorium seemed to freeze in an instant.
Count Link's face suddenly changed drastically, from furious red to pale, then to ashen blue, and finally even a faint purple, as if someone had been strangled by the throat.
His lips trembled violently, but he couldn't utter a word.
In the Zerg society,
The reproductive capacity of male insects is one of their most important assets and even directly determines their social status.
Azoospermia means the complete loss of reproductive ability, is the greatest shame, and is a hidden scar that must never be made public.
And now, Lin Mo's casual words directly tore off Earl Link's most unbearable fig leaf.
“You…you…” Earl Link squeezed out a few broken syllables from his throat, like an old bird with its neck strangled.
Lin Mo looked at him coldly, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.
"I have never been your child," he said slowly, "I am your 'tool' that you carefully cultivated."
"And now—"
Lin Mo turned his head to look at the special forces of the First Legion who had rushed in, with a cold smile on his face.
"It's time to end it."
The next second, the entire auditorium fell into chaos!
As the First Legion Special Forces led by Hoss rushed into the gate, several burly female insects suddenly jumped out from the shadows behind Earl Link. They were muscular, and their metal wings spread out "swish", forming a human wall in an instant to protect Earl Link in the center.
Count Link suddenly unscrewed the top of the scepter, and a cold light flashed, and he pulled out a slender rapier!
"Don't move!"
Count Link roared, the tip of his sword pressed against the throat of the head of the Obedi family.
Having suffered such misfortune for no apparent reason and even been held hostage, this pampered nobleman froze in place, his carefully groomed beard twitching comically with his trembling chin.
"Father!" O'Beri immediately hid behind Lin Mo and screamed.
Xirui made a "tsk" sound, and leaped up using his black boots to gain leverage from the seat, the barrel of the gun flashing a dazzling metallic light in his palm.
He quickly pushed Aubrey and Lin Mo off the stage:
"Excuse me, can you please let me pass? It's too dangerous for an old man to play with a knife."
O'Bely completely lost his balance and fell to the ground. He didn't know which kind-hearted Zerg in the front row helped him up.
Lin Mo was protected from behind by Wen Laiyak who had rushed over and spread his wings.
Right at this moment.
Two more columns of fully armed special forces marched in in neat steps.
The golden badges on their chests formed a galaxy under the lights, and finally stood on both sides of the red carpet.
The air suddenly stagnated.
In the light from the doorway, His Majesty Atalan walked in, the hem of his platinum imperial robe swept past, but it was spotless.
When his golden eyes fell on Earl Link, the temperature of the entire auditorium seemed to drop ten degrees.
"Link."
His Majesty Attalan's voice was like ice falling to the ground, causing an invisible echo in the silent hall.
The dark patterns on his platinum imperial robe flowed under the light, like the scales of judgment slowly tilting.
Count Link was startled at first, then suddenly burst into a wild laugh, his laughter hoarse and piercing, like the cry of a night owl:
"His Majesty?!"
A twisted light flashed in his sinister eyes. "You've come in person? It seems all of this... is your doing?"
"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!" He pointed fiercely at the king. "Are you going to kill the founding hero? Are you going to betray the loyalty of the rebels?!"
"How dare you—" Hoss shouted.
Xirui's gun barrel spun a beautiful arc at his fingertips. He tilted his head, his dark eyes filled with sarcasm:
"Oh my, what a face!"
He deliberately drawled out his words, "You're still a founding hero—the crimes you've committed are enough to get you killed ten thousand times, even if you were the Insect God."
Atalan raised his hand slightly, and Xirui immediately shut up obediently. He walked down the stage and came to the king.
The king's long, gilded hair was woven into the crown of thorns, and every strand of hair shone with the brilliance of the sun.
His Majesty Atalan's voice remained calm, yet it froze the air in the entire auditorium:
"Link."
"Twenty-five years ago, you lied about military intelligence and murdered Cerie—you deserve the death penalty."
"Now," Atalan glanced at the black-haired male insect beside him, "everything should be settled."
Count Obedi, who was being held hostage by Link, had a look of shock on his face. He was not young anymore, yet he had actually encountered such a thing. He said quickly:
"Your Majesty, please have mercy on me! Your Majesty, please save me!"
As the king waved his hand, the special forces loaded their guns at the same time.
A fierce gleam flashed in Link's eyes. He glanced sinisterly at the several female soldiers blocking his way and directly pushed Count Obedi to another female insect, as if throwing away a burden. His voice was hoarse and rapid:
"Escort me away!"
The female insects were muscular and had the fierce gleam in their eyes that was unique to desperadoes - they were obviously mercenaries who had been wandering in the gray area for many years.
Upon hearing this, they immediately spread their wings, and the dark blue wing veins glowed coldly under the light.
The leading female insect grabbed Link's arm, its wings vibrating at high speed and making a buzzing sound, and it was about to break through the window and escape—
"Stop them!" Legion Commander Hoss shouted sternly, and the special forces of the First Legion rushed forward like a tide.
The collision of wings and weapons produced dazzling sparks, and the entire auditorium instantly became a battlefield.
The mercenaries formed a defensive circle with their backs together. One of them suddenly opened his wings, forcing the two special forces members back several steps.
In the blink of an eye—
"Bang!" A deafening gunshot tore through the chaos.
The bullet flew through the battle accurately, first piercing through the left eye of the female insect protecting Link's side, bringing out a puff of blood mist, and then piercing into Link's right arm with the remaining force.
Count Link let out a scream and fell heavily from mid-air, smashing the crystal table on which the champagne tower was placed.
The female insect that was shot staggered and fell to her knees, with eye tissue mixed with blood flowing out from between her fingers.
"Uhhhh!"
Link covered his bleeding arm and struggled to crawl backwards among the broken glass on the ground. His expensive suit was soaked with wine, leaving a scarlet trail behind him, as if paying for his countless sins.
Xirui slowly blew away the gun smoke from the muzzle, his dark eyes flashing with the cold light of a hunter:
"Why are you running? I said no one can escape, so no one can escape."
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