Crimson Embers Chapter 15: You failed at the critical moment. The council has wasted so much money to feed you insects!
"So what you're planning is a rebellion? Is that why you approached me and offered me some 'sweetness'?"
In the office of the Outer Space Defense Zone Headquarters of the City of Hope Garrison, Major Steve Trevor glared at Becca, the heroine in white, who was sitting on his desk in front of him.
He already knew what the rebels had done in Hope City. These guys had blown up several of the Conqueror Sequence's liaison bases on the planet and had already attacked the city's energy center.
Since they were outnumbered, they did not divide their forces, but instead chose the strategy of focused attack.
Originally, with the size and response mode of Hope City's garrison, such a focused raid could be easily repelled and eliminated, but the unexpected variable of Mason Cooper's appearance at the World Conference venue and the hostage-taking action attracted most of the military forces, which led to the current catastrophic consequences.
The city's energy center has fallen into the hands of the rebels, and the defection of the Twelfth Sequence Conquerors has caused a huge loophole in the response system. If even the Outer Space Defense Department headed by Major Trevor falls into their hands, the entire Hope Star will be completely cut off from the outside world, which means that the entire planet will be blocked, and this internal rebellion will soon spread across the world without external support.
Being in an important position, he felt that he had been fooled.
And the heroine in front of him, who had maintained a very close and abnormal relationship with him for some time, who was very obedient in bed but very troublesome in daily life, was the most direct culprit.
Major Tefley was holding a short assault rifle with a very special shape. The muzzle of the rifle was flashing blue spots of neutron beams. This thing was a weapon specially developed for superhumans. Even someone as strong as Wonder Woman would feel very painful if hit by this gun.
But facing the angry and anxious Steve Trevor, Becca did not step forward to attack, and did not even draw out her Apocalypse Sword.
She stood there in her classic attire, and reached up to take off her helmet, letting her long red hair fall on her shoulders.
She said:
"A day ago, this action could be called a rebellion, but now, after Mason Cooper joined us and took the leadership, I think you should have a new definition of our actions.
Steve, this is liberation!
The appearance of the man in the miraculous cloak meant that the power of the New Utopia Organization had reached into the core of the Council system, and his declaration to the envoys of the Garden World meant that the Council's most powerful and steadfast support and foundation for existence was about to be disintegrated.
I understand that you are a soldier and you have to be loyal to your position, but you might as well use your smart brain to think about whether those garden worlds that have witnessed the success of the other side and the failure of the Council, which has caused them to waver, will be as loyal as you? "
Ms. Becca shook her head. She took off the black sword from her back and placed it on the table. She spread her hands and said to the major of the council who was gritting his teeth:
“I won’t talk to you about the dirty things the Council has done in various planes. I know that you, like me, accepted the Council’s invitation to join their army in order to ensure the existence of our homeland.
It has been proven that you are an excellent soldier who can make a name for yourself no matter where you are. I admit that I approached you under the order of the rebel commander, but that doesn't mean I was lying to you.
I think even without my involvement, you should have made the right judgment in this situation."
"correct?"
Major Tevere sneered and said:
"You want me to give up my duty and honor as a soldier and become a traitor like you?"
"No, I'm talking about your true heart."
Becca shrugged, pointed to her heart on her ample chest, and said:
"Why did you join them?
That is your true heart, and you should have an answer. Between the power given to you by the Council and the long-term stability of your hometown, you should be able to make a judgment based on your reason.
Of course, if you persist, I will have no choice but to take ruthless action.
That’s not something that makes me feel happy…”
At this point, Becca touched the marriage ring that had always been on her finger. It was not a tradition of the new gods, but a way for her to commemorate the past after she integrated into human society, and to remind herself not to forget her poor husband who died at the wedding.
But at this moment, the perverse Wonder Woman glanced at Major Teflon, and under the latter's surprised gaze, she took off the ring on her finger and put it into her bag.
She flexed her fingers and said in a lazy yet strong tone, the way she used to speak in private:
"Have you finished what we talked about last time?"
"ha?"
The major was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Becca meant. Such a slow reaction made the heroine very unhappy. She took off her shoes and threw them at him, scolding like a tigress:
"Didn't we agree to have a date? Have you chosen a place? Do you want someone as busy as me to waste time choosing a restaurant and a hotel?"
"Oh, I've already chosen it. It's the best restaurant in the area. I spent two months' salary to book it. No one will disturb us."
The major scratched his head and put down the gun in his hand. He glanced at Becca who was smiling charmingly, coughed again, and emphasized:
"I didn't change sides because of beauty! You are right, I have to clarify my true feelings. The future of my hometown is something worth protecting."
"Ah, yes, yes, you are a hero in your hometown. Everyone will remember that your choice today has brought them a bright future."
Ms. Becca said it very perfunctorily, with an attitude of "I don't want to argue with you so just be happy."
But the decision had been made, and Major Tevere didn't waste any more time getting angry. He quickly walked to the communication device in his office and used his authority to open the outer space defense of this world.
He said:
"The Sixth Sequence is preparing for an orbital drop. Are those your people?"
"The partner is the kind with ulterior motives."
Becca said coldly:
"Luther didn't trust them, but Mason said it didn't matter and that they could be allowed in. The mysterious man should have the means to check and balance them.
Don't worry about them. The main thing is that the other Conqueror Sequences cannot be allowed to participate in the liberation of Star Hope."
"Of course not. That would cause unnecessary casualties."
Trevor quickly sent out friend-or-foe identification signals to several outer space defense weapon base stations in this world, and changed the anti-aircraft firepower identification signal around Hope City.
This gave the rebels some pretty good firepower support, but Steve Trevor could do more than that.
"The Skynet carriers have departed from their home port in the past and are applying for space-time docking."
The blond major looked back at Ms. Becca, stretched out his hand and sent a signal to refuse docking, blocking the possibility of the main body of the Skynet Army, which can travel through time, intervening in this world.
This action made Becca very satisfied.
She knew that the work she was responsible for had been completed perfectly, so she stepped forward to give her little puppy a little "reward".
This woman's personal style is really bold. If she were seen by other Diana Princes, she would definitely be severely criticized. She might even be beaten up by those loyal, conservative and powerful Wonder Women.
However, just as the two were kissing in the midst of the battle and were about to take up their weapons, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a female lieutenant with a pistol rushed into the office and reported:
"According to your previous instructions, Major, we have detected the Second Conqueror Sequence entering the airspace! There are so many of them, almost all of the Iron Tyrant's armored corps have rushed in. We have detected the signals of hundreds of thousands of armors, and the anti-aircraft firepower is probably not enough... Uh, sorry, I came at the wrong time, I didn't see anything!"
The female lieutenant who had been controlled by Mason with the golden apple but was now awake covered her eyes and retreated. The atmosphere in the office immediately became awkward.
"Um?"
Becca, the heroine in white, narrowed her eyes. She pushed the panicked Tevere away, pulled up her bra which had been pulled down to her waist, glared at him, and scolded:
"Can you explain to me what 'your previous instructions' mean? So before I came here, you had already made the decision to help the rebels and were already monitoring the enemy forces?
What was the meaning of the scene just performed?
Did you do this on purpose? "
"hehe"
Major Steve Tevere, looking pale, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He looked at Becca, whose eyes were blazing, and said awkwardly:
"It's just... just a joke. The envoy from our hometown has already contacted me secretly and asked me to support you in the name of my hometown.
A small-scale rebellion broke out among my subordinates, and my most trusted lieutenant almost took me hostage.
But I think the most important issue now is how to deal with the second-order Conqueror Armor...Ah! Don't hit the head, be gentle, or you will kill me!"
…
"Doctor, the rebellion message sent by Hope is an automatic response mechanism. According to the regulations of the Conqueror Sequence, we should immediately set off to the planet where the Council is headquartered to intervene in the war."
In the command cabin of the Conqueror's tenth-sequence mothership, the flagship True Halo, Dr. Halsey, who had just finished an experiment and was resting, received information sent by the fleet's communications department.
The short-haired old lady pretended not to hear and said slowly while stirring the sugar cubes in the coffee cup in her hand:
“When the Tenth Sequence was established, we had an agreement with the Council that the entire fleet and all Spartan Space Marines would not participate in the Council’s external expansion operations.
We have only one mission, which is to do our best to protect the safety of the garden world in dangerous situations.
This is the logic of action that overrides all instructions at the level of operational authority, and just now, we received new intelligence from the envoys from the Garden World.
The fifth impact is likely to occur within four days.
Therefore, please send a reply letter to the Hope Star Headquarters on my behalf and the Tenth Sequence. We have entered the impact defense phase, and the Tenth Fleet must begin cruising in the Garden World.
We have neither the time nor the energy to support them.
Although it's a pity.
But this is their duty, so we can only wish them the best.”
Such a direct answer stunned several female Spartan warriors in the communications department of the battleship. Although obeying orders is the duty of these interstellar transformed warriors, they also have their own thoughts.
So the head of the communications department asked hesitantly:
"Such a response is equivalent to a complete break between the Tenth Sequence and the Council. Doctor, would you like to draft a gentler and more tactful answer?"
"No, I'll send it without changing a word. It may sound cold as a reply, but it's a very suitable tone for the Tenth Fleet's resignation letter to the Council."
Dr. Halsey drank the coffee with several sugar cubes in it, then she stood up and walked to the porthole of the cockpit, looking at the Spartan fleet's home port in the starry sea ahead.
One third of the 10th Fleet's combat power is docked there.
Although it is still weak compared to the fleets in her hometown, it means that she and her children who are lost here have established a force here that is sufficient to protect themselves.
"You are the nomads born after the Trek, kids."
The doctor calmly looked at the starry sky outside the porthole. Even though she had lived here for more than ten years, this sea of stars was still unfamiliar to her. She said to the Spartan female soldiers in the communication:
"You are the 'seeds' we carefully selected in this strange country. I told you when you were 'born' that one day, my children and I would leave here and return to our homeland to re-participate in our war.
And you...
You have to stay in your hometown and continue your life.
I can feel that the time is approaching for my children and I to return home, so I have to start thinking about your situation and future plans after we leave.
I hope the Council is not a force that can last long.
It is much worse than any interstellar organization I have ever seen. It is like a nouveau riche with no background. It does not even have a unified thought internally. It only relies on violence to rule the stars. Its existence is based on plunder and destruction. In such a system, you are destined to be used as weapons of war.
But that's not what I want to see, so I'll make that decision for you.
Especially after we have witnessed the implementation and execution of the plans for the new utopia, you will be better off in another camp, where your strength and wisdom can be used for more correct causes.
This is also my last gift to you.
Children.
Tear off your epaulettes!
From now on, the Halo Fleet is separated from the Hope Council military organization, and we will continue our mission to protect hundreds of Garden Worlds until the arrival of the next cosmic era.
And you, too, will become heroes of the new era, just like your predecessors in another starry sky, flapping your wings proudly and freely in the sea of stars."
There was silence on the communication. After a few seconds, the Spartan female soldier responded in a deep voice:
"Yes, Doctor! In addition, we cannot let you return to the dangerous starry sky alone. You are not only the mother of the Spartan Space Marines, you are also our mother.
We will go back with you to the land that does not belong to us and help you achieve peace just as we do here. We are also Spartan wanderers, and we have a perfect will that shines like the sun, just like them!"
Faced with this firm and heartwarming answer, the old lady drank her coffee expressionlessly. Then, she smiled and said:
"It's up to you."
At the same time, in a more distant sea of stars, in a world that is not Earth but is still closely connected to the Council, the tall ancient temple that towers into the clouds and is covered with vines is covered in blood and traces of fierce fighting.
In the most sacred hall of the ancient temple, which is regarded as the origin of the Iron-Blooded Civilization, an ancient Iron-Blooded elder was crawling on the ground with difficulty.
Its arms had been torn off, and behind it, a terrifying monster with both the characteristics of an Iron Warrior and an Alien was tearing apart the equally ferocious Iron Guards with its bare hands.
This was a despicable sneak attack launched by shameless corrupted people, but it followed the ancient rules of the Iron Blood Clan, and the final victory was determined by bravery rather than numbers.
In front of the defeated ancient iron-blooded elder, the Fallen Gollum was leaning on her melta blade. Her body was covered with wounds. It was obvious that this battle was not easy for her.
But she did not move forward to finish him off, instead she let the elder who had issued a wanted order and a hunting order for her struggle in pain.
She turned around and limped towards the communication device that had been ringing in the temple. The moment the call was connected, a light screen appeared, announcing the news of the rebellion on Star Hope in iron-blooded words, and ordering the Eighth Sequence to set sail immediately to support the battlefield.
Faced with this request, Gollum sneered, swung his sword to destroy the communication device in front of him, then turned around and kicked away the hunting spear picked up by the elder, grabbed its armor collar and lifted it up.
With a swish, the Conqueror's Badge of the Council on the Ancient Elder's armor was torn off, thrown to the ground in blood, and then stepped hard into the crevice of the stone by Gollum.
She lifted the elder's heavy helmet, revealing a face that looked very old to the Iron-blooded Warrior, but her eyes were not cloudy but as sharp as when she was young.
"Gulu... (You can continue to hunt me down, I don't care. I have fallen and lost my glory, but I don't resist the future and I even look forward to the beginning of a new era.
Death in a hunt may be my final outcome, and it will also serve as a warning to future generations to respect the sacred tradition.
But listen to me! Ancient elder!
From today on, the Iron-Blooded Warriors are no longer the running dogs of the Council of Hope!
Do not get involved in anything related to them anymore, recall all the hunting warriors to stay on the mother planet, and resume activities after the next era!
This is the last chance I have for my people.
They are finished!
But we still have to survive, abandon the dark and join the light, or seek death. If you choose the latter, you will face my wrath. )"
