Roddy sighed and sat down.
This kind of thing would never have happened in the past, but now it was hard to say. Babylon had fallen, several surface districts had lost contact, and the interior of the Federation, which was like an iron bucket, was now on the verge of collapse. The gears that should have been tightly clenched had now loosened, giving Capullo room to operate. Coupled with the deep roots of the Old Hall, it was not impossible for the Golden Lion to escape the control of the Federation.
The key lay in Capulo.
Capulo the Berserk Lion had a legendary past, and after his comeback, he participated in an interstellar battle. Moreover, in that battle, he used his own strength to prove that the Berserk Lion Mo Lao was old, making his personal charm unrivaled in the army. Even Windsor Belo was about to be suppressed by the returning old lion. This kind of charm could play a huge role in this current situation. The halo of an idol would make the Golden Lion fearless and even make some "wrong" judgments.
After Capullo announced that the Golden Lion had left the Federation, he smiled at the crowd with great grace and turned around to leave. The old party officers sitting in the corner all stood up and silently followed behind the marshal, leaving Mobius on the stage to the side.
Mobius's expression was gloomy. After Capullo secretly returned to Earth yesterday, he had already contacted the marshal. However, Capullo had never responded to his invitation and met him before the meeting. Mobius had already prepared for the worst, but he had never expected that Capullo would directly announce that the Golden Lion had left the Federation. This matter came too suddenly and awkwardly, and Mobius didn't even have enough force to reverse all of this.
On the night of the invasion, the only general stationed on Earth, Cecil, was severely injured by other alien experts after killing two enemy generals and was currently recovering from his injuries. Looking at the entire Federation, Mobius couldn't find an expert who could challenge Capullo. The only one who could call the Berserk Lion, Windsor Bellow, couldn't make it back in time. Now, Mobius could only watch helplessly as Capullo swaggered out of the meeting hall.
Alstair, who was sitting in the back, walked over and looked at Mobius. The latter shook his head and sighed, "Capullo has calculated the opportunity to come back. It seems that I have underestimated his ambition." Not only did this old lion want to be the marshal with the highest military achievements, but he also wanted to be the hero who fought back against the invaders. In the end, he wanted to sit in the position of president so that future generations could praise him. He wants to leave a mark in history. "
"Haven't you contacted Windsor Bellow?" Alstair's fat face almost wrinkled into a ball. "At this time, we need a super expert to guard us. Otherwise … "
He glanced at the people below the table.
Of course, Mobius knew that now that Capullo had rebelled against the Federation, there was no longer a marshal like Windsor Bellow in charge. No matter how hard he tried, he might not be able to get people like Vincent and Wally to work for him.
On the night of the Babylon crash, he was relatively optimistic. But now, Capullo's actions made it impossible for him to see the future of the Federation clearly.
"If only Mr. Horn were here." Mobius whispered.
On the night of the Nelm invasion, more than one person sensed Horn's aura. Some even saw the veteran expert from Bescot fight three against one with his signature ability, the blade matrix. Afterwards, Roddy had confirmed that Horn had not been buried in the Iron Prison Explosion. However, for some reason, Horn had not appeared until now. If Horn were present now, Capullo would probably have some misgivings.
After all, that old man was an outstanding figure of the same era as him. Whether it was combat strength or experience, he was not inferior to Capullo. With Horn's broad mind and extraordinary knowledge, he naturally wouldn't allow Capullo to split the Federation's forces so obviously.
Unfortunately, the old man was nowhere to be found.
Three nights ago, the Babylonian floating island shattered into four parts and fell to the ground. The landing point was one of the districts that the Federation had lost contact with. Nearby, an unlucky town was razed to the ground by the wreckage of the floating island that had risen from the sky. Four huge 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.
Currently, the area was under the control of the Nelm army. An army of more than ten thousand people was stationed in this controlled area. One of the generals was in charge of leading thousands of soldiers into the depths of the floating island wreckage. Their mission included intelligence gathering, searching for surviving human powerhouses, and retrieving everything of value. This work had already begun for two days. Every day, squads came out of the wreckage of the floating island, carrying a large number of specimens and information. Then, they were transported by flying ship to the destroyer currently hovering in the sky.
Even though the people of Nelm had sent out a large number of people, Babylon was as large as their Star Destroyer. It was almost impossible to turn the entire island over in a short period of time. Coupled with the severe damage to the floating island, it was still difficult to move on it.
Just like at this moment, a small team climbed over a broken graben with great difficulty before they saw a heavily damaged ancient castle. The captain opened the armor on his wrist, and inside was a row of round metal balls. The metal ball floated up on its own, then opened up and down. The metal in the middle layer split apart and rotated rapidly. A few metal balls flew into the castle just like that. Then, a three-dimensional model of a building was built on the captain's wrist armor. It turned out that the metal balls scanned the data and used their brains to build a three-dimensional model.
The model was quickly established, but signs of life were detected in the collapsed main building hall. However, judging from the blue dots of light, they should be human survivors. The captain, who was wearing a liquid helmet and could not see his face clearly, gestured. Several members of the team dispersed into the castle and began to search for everything worth recycling. The captain walked towards the area with signs of life. He pushed aside a huge rock and entered the main building hall. The northwest corner of this place had completely collapsed, leaving only a small space in the southeast. A few thick stone pillars were piled up together to support the debris and rubble, so that even this small space would not collapse.
Two pillars of light lit up on the tactical armor of the Nelm people. After taking away the space, they quickly discovered a surviving human. The captain walked over and the man fell on the corpse of a Nelm man. The captain pulled him down. According to human aesthetics, this man could be called handsome, but there were so many wounds on his body that even the Nelm man, who was used to the scene, sucked in a breath of cold air.
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