Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1333: Survivors

Roddy sighed and sat down.

This kind of thing would never have happened in the past, but it's hard to say now. Babylon has fallen, several surface districts have lost contact, and the iron-barreled interior of the Federation is on the verge of collapse. The gears that should have been bitten had now loosened, giving Capulo room to operate. Coupled with the entrenched roots of the old hall, it was not impossible for the golden lion to escape federal control.

The crux of the matter was Capulo's body.

Crazy Lion Capulo had legendary deeds in the past, and after his comeback, he participated in an interstellar battle. And in that battle, he had used his own strength to prove that the Berserk Lion was old. This made his charm unmatched in the army, and even Windsor Belo was suppressed by the old lion that was about to return. This kind of charm could play an even greater role in the current situation. The golden lion would not be afraid of the halo of its idol, and it would even make some "wrong" judgments.

After Capullo announced that the golden lion had broken away from the Federation, he smiled at the crowd with great grace and then turned around to leave. The old party officer sitting in the corner stood up, silently following behind Marshal, leaving Morbit on the stage to the side.

Mobie's expression was gloomy. After Capullo had secretly returned to Earth yesterday, he had already contacted the Marshal. However, Capullo did not respond to his invitation and met with him before the meeting. Mobie had already prepared for the worst, but he never expected Capulet to directly declare the golden lion out of the Federation. This was too sudden, too embarrassing, and Mobie didn't even have enough force to pull it all back.

On the night of the invasion, the only general stationed on Earth, General Hill, was seriously injured by other alien experts after killing two enemy generals. He was currently recovering from his injuries. Throughout the federation, Mobie couldn't find an expert who could challenge Capulet. Windsor Belo, the only one who could be called Wild Lion, was unable to make it back in time. Now, Mobie could only watch as Capullo swaggered out of the main hall.

Alstair, who was sitting in the back row, walked over and looked at Mobius. The latter shook his head and sighed, "Capullo has come back on time. It seems that I have underestimated his ambitions. Not only does this old lion want to be the number one Marshal, he also wants to be the hero of the invaders. In the end, he takes the presidency to be praised by future generations. He, ah, wants to leave a mark on history."

"Haven't you contacted Windsor Belo yet?" Alstair's fat face was almost wrinkled, "At this moment, we really need a super expert to take care of us. Otherwise "

He looked at the people under the table.

Of course, Mobius knew that now that Capullo had rebelled from the Federation, there was no longer a Marshal like Windsor Belo in charge. Even if he wore his lips, it would be difficult for someone like Vincent and Wally to fight to the death.

On the night of the Babylonian crash, he remained relatively optimistic. But now, Capulo's actions made it impossible for him to see the future of the Federation.

"If only Mr. Horn were here." Mobie said softly.

On the night of the Nelm invasion, more than one person sensed Horn's aura. Some even saw that Beskard's veteran expert used his signature ability blade matrix to fight three against one. Afterwards, Roddy had confirmed that Horn hadn't been buried in the Iron Prison explosion, but for some unknown reason, Horn hadn't appeared until now. If Horn was present now, Capullo would probably have some misgivings.

After all, that old man was an outstanding figure of his generation, and his combat strength and experience were not inferior to Capulo's. With Horn's broad-mindedness and extraordinary insight, he naturally wouldn't allow Capulo to split the Federation's forces so clearly.

Unfortunately, the old man was nowhere to be found.

Three nights ago, the Babylonian floating island collapsed into four parts and landed on the ground, one of the districts of the Federation that had lost contact with it. There was an unlucky town nearby that had been flattened from the skyrocketing floating island wreckage, and four large pieces of wreckage landed nearby one after another. Their terrifying impact even changed the ground environment here, and the flames of the explosion lasted for three days.

The area is now under the control of the Nelm army. An army of more than ten thousand men, led by one of the generals, led thousands of soldiers into the wreckage of the floating island. Their tasks included gathering intelligence, searching for surviving human experts and recycling everything of value. This work had already begun for two days. Every day, small teams continuously came out from the wreckage of the floating island, bringing with them a large amount of specimen information, and then transported through the flying ship to the Destroyer currently hovering in the sky.

Even though Nelm had a large number of people, Babylon was the size of their Star Destroyer, and it was almost impossible to turn the island upside down in a short period of time. Coupled with the severe destruction of the floating island, it was still difficult to move on it.

At this moment, a small team finally managed to climb over a broken graben and saw a heavily damaged ancient castle building. The leader opened the armor on his wrist, and a row of round metal balls appeared on the inner layer. The metal ball floated on its own, then opened up and down. The metal in the middle layer split apart, and then spun rapidly. A few metal spheres flew into the castle like this. Then, a three-dimensional building model was constructed on the captain's wrist armor. It turned out that the scanned data were modeled using the brain.

The model was quickly built, but signs of life were detected in the collapsed main hall. However, judging from the blue dots of light, they should be human survivors. The captain, who was wearing a liquid helmet and couldn't see clearly, made a gesture. A few members scattered into the castle and began to search for anything worth recycling. The captain walked towards the area where there was a reaction to life. He pushed aside a huge boulder and entered the main hall of the building. The northwest corner of this place had completely collapsed, leaving only a small space in the southeast. A few thick stone pillars piled together to support the debris, so that not even this little space would collapse.

Two pillars of light lit up the tactical armor of the people of Nelm. After retracting the space, they quickly discovered a surviving human. The captain walked over. The man lay on the corpse of a Nelm man. The captain pulled him down. According to human aesthetics, this man could be said to be handsome. However, there were so many wounds on his body that even the Nelm man who was accustomed to seeing the scene took a deep breath.

The most serious wound should be a transverse incision in the abdomen. Compared to the wound, the wound should be caused by the saw-toothed blade in the hands of the deceased. It seemed that the two of them were still fighting to the death at the last moment, and they had completely abandoned their defenses. They were simply fighting to see who would die faster in a fierce battle. The person who survived was this human, but judging from the data obtained by the brain, he only had one breath left.