Chapter 1333: The Survivor

Roddy sighed and sat down.

This kind of thing would never have happened in the past, but it is hard to say now. Babylon has fallen, several surface administrative regions have lost contact, and the federation, which is shaped like an iron barrel, is now crumbling. The gears that should have been tightly clenched have now loosened, giving Capulo room to operate. Coupled with the fact that the old church is deeply entrenched, it is not impossible to get the Golden Lion out of federal control.

The key lies in Capulo.

Wild lion Capulo has a legendary past, and after his comeback, he participated in an interstellar battle. And in that battle, he used his own strength to prove that the Wild Lion was the last, which made his personal charm unmatched in the army, and even Windsor Bello was overwhelmed by the comeback old lion. This kind of charm can play a huge role in the current situation. The aura of the idol will make the golden lion fearless, and even make some "wrong" judgments.

After Capulo announced that the Golden Lion would secede from the Federation, he smiled gracefully at everyone present, then turned and left. The officers of the old party who were sitting in the corner stood up, followed the marshal silently and left, leaving Morbit on the stage aside.

Mobit's face was gloomy. After Capulo secretly returned to Earth yesterday, he had already contacted the marshal. But Capulo never responded to his invitation to meet before the meeting. Mobit had already prepared for the worst, but he never expected that Capulo would directly announce that the Golden Lion would secede from the Federation. It happened so suddenly and embarrassingly that Morbit didn't even have enough force to bring it back.

On the night of the invasion, Syl, the only general stationed on Earth, killed two enemy generals, and was also severely injured by other alien powerhouses. He is currently recovering from his wounds. Looking at the entire Federation, Morbit couldn't find a single master who could challenge Capulo. Windsor Bello, who was the only one who could call the Wild Lion and was scrupled, couldn't make it back in time, and now Mobit could only watch helplessly as Capulo swaggered away from the gate of the meeting hall.

Alstair, who was sitting in the back row, came over and glanced at Mobit. The latter shook his head and sighed in a deep voice: "Kapuluo has counted on the opportunity to come back. It seems that I have always underestimated his ambition. This old lion not only wants to be the marshal with the most military achievements, but also to become The hero who fought back against the invaders finally took the position of president, so that future generations can praise him. He wants to leave a mark in history."

"Haven't you contacted Windsor Bello yet?" Alstair's fat face was almost wrinkled: "At this moment, we need a super strong person to sit in command. Otherwise"

He glanced at the people under the table.

Of course Mobit knew that now that Capulo had resigned from the Federation, there was no Marshal like Windsor Bello sitting in charge. Even if he wears out his lips, it may be difficult for people like Vincent and Wally to do their best.

The night Babylon crashed,

He remains relatively optimistic. But now, what Capulo has done has made him unable to see clearly the future of the Federation.

"If only Mr. Horn was here." Mobit said softly.

On the night when the Nirms invaded, more than one person sensed Horn's aura, and some even saw the old Bethkind strongman using his signature ability, the Blade Matrix, to fight three against one. Afterwards, Roddy also confirmed that Horn was never buried in the explosion of the Iron Prison, but for some unknown reason, Horn has not appeared until now. If Horn is present now, Capulo will probably have some scruples.

After all, that old man was an outstanding figure of his age, no less than Capulo in terms of combat power or experience. With Horn's broad-mindedness and great insight, naturally he would not let Kaprow's practice of splitting the federal forces be so obvious.

Unfortunately, the old man is now missing.

Three nights ago, the floating island of Babylon broke into four parts and fell to the ground. It landed in one of the administrative districts where the Federation lost contact. An unlucky town nearby was razed to the ground by the wreckage of a floating island rising from the sky, and four huge pieces of wreckage landed nearby one after another. Their terrible impact even changed the ground environment here, and the flames of the explosion lasted for three days.

At present, this area has been controlled by the Nirm army. An army of more than 10,000 people is stationed in this control area. One of the generals is in charge, leading thousands of soldiers deep into the wreckage of the floating island. Their tasks include intelligence gathering, searching for surviving strong human beings, and recovering valuables. of everything. This work has been started for two days, and teams continue to come out of the wreckage of the floating island every day, taking away a large number of specimen information, and then transporting them to the destroyer currently hovering above the sky through the spaceship.

Even though the Nirms dispatched a large number of people, the area of ​​Babylon was comparable to their Star Destroyer, and it was almost impossible to turn over the entire floating island in a short period of time. Coupled with the fact that the floating island is severely damaged now, it is still difficult to act on it.

At this moment, a small team managed to climb over a broken gorge, only to see a seriously damaged castle building. Open the armor on the wrist for the captain, and the inner layer is a row of round metal balls. The metal ball floated by itself, and then opened up and down, the metal in the middle layer split apart, followed by a sharp rotation, and several metal balls flew into the castle just like that. Then, a three-dimensional building model was built on the captain's wrist armor. It turned out that those few metal balls used the scanned data to perform three-dimensional modeling through the brain.

The model was built quickly, but signs of life were detected in the collapsed lobby of the main building. But judging from the blue light spot, it should be a human survivor. The captain, who couldn't see clearly wearing a liquid helmet, made a gesture, and several team members scattered into the castle and began to search for everything worth recovering. The captain walked towards the area with life reactions, pushed away a boulder, and entered the lobby of the main building. The northwest corner here has completely collapsed, leaving only a small space in the southeast. Several thick stone pillars were stacked together to support the sundries and gravel, so that even this little space would not collapse.

Two beams of light lit up on the Nilm's tactical armor, and after closing the space, a surviving human was soon discovered. The captain walked over, and the man fell on the corpse of a Nirm, and the captain pulled him down. According to human aesthetics, this man can be called handsome, but there are so many wounds on his body that even this Nirm man who is used to seeing scenes took a deep breath.

The most serious injury should be a horizontal incision in the abdomen. Compared with the wound, it should be caused by the jagged war knife in the dead man's hand. It seemed that the two were still fighting desperately at the last moment, and they completely gave up their defenses, purely competing to see who would die faster. It was this human being who survived, but judging from the data obtained by the brain, he only had one breath left.