Chapter 311

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

An earth-shattering boom.

The entire James Tong shuddered violently.

Dominic was slammed hard onto the Bridge floor.

He fiercely lifted his head, looking at the woman who had saved him.

His eyes were filled with anger and bewilderment.

"Let go of me, who told you to save me!"

Dominic screamed at her hysterically.

"You have no right to decide a General's life and death, Inquisitor!"

"I would rather die there with my soldiers! Than survive like a coward!"

"You have shamed me! You have shamed the Veturia Family's glory!"

Like a wounded beast, he roared at Sorin.

He hated her.

Hated her meddling.

Letting him live on.

Forcing him to carry everyone's sacrifice and continue living.

Sorin stood there quietly, looking at Dominic's crazed state.

Her face showed no expression.

In her red pupils, not a trace of ripple could be seen.

She had seen too many people like this.

Blinded by glory and pride.

Valuing their own life and death above the victory of the entire campaign.

Sorin did not indulge him.

She stepped forward.

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud slap struck hard across Dominic's face.

This slap carried full force.

It knocked Dominic's head to the side.

At the corner of his mouth, a trace of fresh blood flowed out.

The entire Bridge instantly fell into dead silence.

All surviving officers and soldiers stared dumbfounded at this scene.

No one dared speak.

No one dared breathe.

Dominic also froze.

He looked at Sorin in disbelief.

In all his life, no one had ever dared hit him.

Even less had anyone dared slap him across the face like this.

"If you want to die, you can do so at any time."

Sorin's voice was ice-cold and calm.

Without a shred of emotion.

"But will you abandon the victory of this entire battle for the sake of so-called noble pride and glory?"

"Those Bodyguards and Sisters, what did they sacrifice their lives for?"

"Was it not so you could live?"

"So you could continue commanding the Fleet, leading them to win this war?"

"You think your death would be glory?"

"No! That is cowardice, is escape!"

"You are betraying all the soldiers who sacrificed for you!"

"You are betraying the Emperor's trust in you!"

Sorin's voice grew increasingly stern.

Every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing ruthlessly into Dominic's heart.

"This battle is not only here."

"Outside the ship, the Green Skins' massive Main Fleet will soon arrive at Kal II."

"If you die now, the entire Human Fleet effectively loses its backbone."

"Then, not only will the James Tong fall."

"The entire Calixis Star System may fall into the Green Skins' claws."

"Billions of humans will be slaughtered by the Green Skins."

"Who will bear the responsibility for this crime?!"

"Is it you, Major General Dominic Wenturia?!"

Sorin's words struck like a war hammer, crashing heavily into Dominic's panicked mind.

Every word carried a cold truth, piercing through the shell he had woven from pride.

Dominic sat dazedly on the ground, a clear palm print still on his face.

The burning pain gradually cleared his chaotic brain.

He raised his head and looked out the Bridge window.

In the pitch-black Space, countless points of light flickered.

Those were the Human Fleet's warships.

They were still fighting.

Still fighting bloodily to protect Kal II, to protect the billions of humans behind them on Brevis.

Yet he, because of his own pride and honor, wanted to abandon everything.

Wanted to use death to escape his responsibility.

"Yeah, the war hasn't ended yet......"

Dominic murmured to himself.

His voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable pain.

The madness and anger in his eyes gradually faded.

Replacing them was a desolation and guilt so thick they could not be dissolved.

He lowered his head to look at his empty left arm.

Fresh blood still gushed constantly from the wound.

That intense pain reminded him every moment.

Ralph died.

Renikes died.

Haisen died.

And countless loyal soldiers, all died in that Hall to protect him.

They used their lives to exchange for his chance to live.

Yet he wanted to betray their sacrifice.

Dominic's shoulders trembled slightly.

He covered his face with his right hand.

Scalding tears slid through his fingers.

He wasn't crying for his severed arm.

Nor was he crying for his own plight.

He was crying for those soldiers who died for him.

Crying for his own stupidity and cowardice.

The Bridge fell completely silent.

All officers and soldiers quietly watched Dominic.

No one spoke or urged him on.

They all understood his pain.

And all waited for him to stand up again.

Waiting for their General to lead them into battle once more.

Sorin stood quietly to the side, the calm in her red pupils finally stirring a trace of ripples.

She knew Dominic needed a little time.

A little time to digest all this, to accept all this.

But unfortunately, Fate did not leave them much time.

"Bang!!!"

A piercing gunshot suddenly shattered the Bridge's silence.

The bullet, with a sharp whistling sound, shot out from the ventilation pipe in the Ceiling.

Straight for Dominic's head.

"Watch out!"

Sorin's reaction was astonishingly fast.

Almost the instant the gunshot rang out, her body moved instinctively.

She grabbed Dominic by the collar and yanked him hard behind her.

"Tssk—!!!"

The bullet grazed Dominic's scalp and struck the Floor behind him.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Due to the tremendous inertia, Dominic fell heavily to the ground.

His severed arm rubbed a distance across the cold Metal Floor.

"Ah!!!"

The intense pain forced a shriek from Dominic.

Cold Sweat instantly soaked his back.

But he still gritted his teeth and did not faint.

At any rate, he had survived.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"On the Ceiling!!!"

The Bridge instantly fell into chaos.

The surviving Bodyguards immediately raised the Bomb Guns in their hands, aiming at the ventilation Pipes on the Ceiling.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several more gunshots rang out.

Bullets shot out from the ventilation Pipes like Rain.

This time, their Targets were not just Dominic.

But also the few surviving Bodyguards on the Bridge.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two Bodyguards with slightly slower Reactions were hit in the Chest by Bullets.

Blood sprayed out.

They fell heavily to the ground, never moving again.

Fortunately, the other Bodyguards all found cover in a Timely manner and hid, avoiding further casualties.

"Clang!"

The ventilation Pipe grates were kicked open one by one.

Dozens of figures, like black bats, jumped down from the ventilation Pipes.