Chapter 52

As soon as the topic was thrown out, both Ka'er and Luka were stunned for a moment.

Luka said, "Why did you suddenly think to ask about this?"

"Zongfang mentioned it last time, but he was very ambiguous about it." She saw that both of their expressions were somewhat startled, so she whispered, "Can't I ask?"

Although there was no explicit rule that the Wing War could not be mentioned, this war was too special and was a shared pain for all beastmen. Therefore, whether they were participants or bystanders of this war, they were all tight-lipped about it. Coupled with the fact that the Star Network had keyword blocking, all information related to the Wing War had been erased. This was also a means by which the high-level officials hoped everyone would forget and look forward.

Luka deliberated on his choice of words, not wanting that history to scare her. After a long while, he said, "The Wing War was a fission of power. Before the Wing War, the United Council of the Interstellar Federation had the right to manage all beastmen. But after the Wing War, a second major force fissioned out: the Freedom Alliance."

"Then what about the Stray Alliance?"

Ka'er took over the conversation: "What Stray Alliance, it's more like a Loser Alliance. Initially, it was just a remnant of the rebel army that was defeated in the Wing War. Later, it continuously absorbed beastmen who had gone berserk or beastmen who had been expelled from the Federation for committing mistakes, only then did it grow day by day."

"Rebel army?"

Luka explained for her: "It was a group of male beastmen who rebelled against the Federation back then. It can be said that they single-handedly led the Wing War."

After a specific understanding, Qiao Suisui finally had a comprehensive understanding of the Wing War.

The current Stray Alliance was the predecessor of the rebel army. This was an elite team with excellent abilities. Everyone was good at different things, but together they were terrifying because they almost completely covered all combat needs from talent to mental power, including attack types, defense types, support types, healing types, and so on.

In order to cultivate this team, the Federation invested a huge amount of time, money, manpower, and material resources, throwing all kinds of top-tier resources at them. It could be said that for a long time, this team was the Federation's trump card.

What followed was a story of a farmer and a snake; the rebel army broke with the Federation and launched crazy attacks.

"They even used despicable means, air-dropping inducing agents to trigger large-scale beastmen to go berserk, causing everyone to fall into mutual slaughter."

And the Wing War was a "cleanup plan" to suppress the berserk beastmen and maintain the stability of the Federation, with the goal of killing the beastmen who could no longer recover to normal.

Ka'er recalled those days; he was a survivor who lived through the mutual biting and slaughter of ten thousand people. The beastmen with a high degree of berserk had no consciousness, and he was forced to kill his own younger brother and friends. Because if he didn't do that, he would die at their hands.

At this point, Qiao Suisui finally understood why everyone who mentioned the "Wing War" always didn't want to talk much about it, because they must have all experienced such cruel things. They were a generation that survived by staining their hands with the blood of their relatives and friends.

She looked at Luka, wondering if he had also personally ended the lives of his own people... But she didn't ask, that was too cruel. Luka received her gaze and understood what she wanted to ask.

"I buried 1831 brothers."

These people were all subordinates who trained, ate, slept, lived, and died with him every day, and joked around together. They were the brothers he spent the most time with every day, the most familiar ones, the ones who could entrust their backs to each other.

"I watched them train hard, in order to wear that medal that made people proud. Such people as they were, yet they turned their hands against their companions, hacked and killed innocent people, and destroyed the places they themselves swore to protect... So I personally ended them."

His tone was very light, his expression calm, only the depth and darkness in the bottom of his eyes hinted at the pain this past brought him. This was also why he had suffered from sexual dysfunction after returning from the Wing War. Because at that time, Luka was numb even to the act of living; would he still be interested in sex?

Qiao Suisui couldn't speak, held his hand, hoping to give him some comfort. Luka held her back and said, "It's all in the past."

She nodded, and at the same time, a question arose in her heart: Why would the elite troops cultivated with huge costs rebel? What kind of hatred could make them do such cruel things? After all, this was also the place they once swore allegiance to and lived in.

"Then has the rebel army not been dealt with by the Federation now?"

Ka'er sneered, "Can't beat them, that's why."

Luka said sternly: "The Federation has never given up on encircling and capturing the rebel army. To this day, only 13 members of the rebel army remain. Among them, 5 have retired and disappeared, and the remaining 8 have had disagreements. Some were absorbed by the Freedom Alliance that rose during the chaos, and some retreated to the Xuyan to establish today's Stray Alliance."

Qiao Suisui nodded thoughtfully, but Zongfang's words appeared in her mind—

"An absurd farce that made 1.4 billion beastmen act along with him."

Who exactly is this "he"?

Zongfang seemed to know deeper inside information.

Luka didn't want her to rack her brains over such cruel things, so he pulled her up, put her coat on for her, and led her outside.

Ka'er frowned at this scene and subconsciously blurted out: "Where are you taking her?" After asking, he realized he had no position or identity to ask such a question.

Luka glanced at him expressionlessly, then held Qiao Suisui's hand and walked out without stopping, completely ignoring the person.

She looked back and saw Ka'er's somewhat distorted expression, then turned to Luka and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Prenatal check-up."

This time they still came to the Huangjia Yiyuan, and the dean received them personally. The difference was that this time, except for the necessary medical staff, the entire hospital had been cleared, and they had undergone strict confidentiality training, so there was no need to worry about Qiao Suisui's private information being leaked.

At the same time, a wounded person was being resuscitated in the emergency room of the Huangjia Yiyuan. With a "beep—" sound, the doctors who had been surrounding the hospital bed stopped their movements.

"Your Highness, we did our best, please accept our condolences."

Laiboli was covered in blood stains from head to toe. Unlike his usual relaxed and dandy self, there was no smile on his face, and he had lost a lot of weight, but he looked more capable and sturdy. At this moment, he looked at the person who was declared dead after resuscitation, nodded steadily, gave instructions for the follow-up, and left.

This person was a spy he had planted beside Niao. His identity was exposed, and when he was tortured until only his last breath remained, he was thrown at the door of his camp.

A blatant demonstration.

Laiboli sneered; this showed that Niao finally couldn't hold his temper anymore.

He stood in the corridor, watching them push away the person covered with the Aosilan Empire flag to handle the funeral, his thoughts suddenly drifting far away.

He hadn't seen Suisui for 29 days. He restrained himself from thinking about her. When his longing reached its peak, he had almost clicked on her account to call her, but in the end, he endured it. Because this was a path with an uncertain future, and even he himself didn't know what the result would be, so he absolutely couldn't bring her a shred of risk.

But looking at the person being pushed away at this moment, he suddenly wanted to hear her voice so much. He wanted to know, if he finally lost and died, would she be sad for him?

Laiboli suppressed his surging emotions again and walked toward the entrance of the hospital, but stopped abruptly after hearing a voice he had been thinking about day and night.

(End of this chapter)