'It's really warm and stuffy,' Wen Yu thought as he tried to open his eyes. He couldn't. He tried to raise his hand to his face. He also couldn't.
He was stunned and then he remembered Qi San and Wen Ao. He was shot but why didn't he feel any pain? Was he alive? Did his parents manage to get to him in time and save him?
It sounded impossible. He was shot in the heart, there was no way his dad would have gotten to him in time. His family didn't even know where he was and he'd been captured for a fairly long time.
He tried to move his arms again. It was really hard and it felt really sticky. What was going on? Why did he feel like he was in some sort of bouncy elastic tube?
Wen Yu kept struggling for a while more before he started to panic. Why couldn't he control any part of his body? Was this hell? They said hell was supposed to be hot, so what was this? He felt like crying.
Why was his life so hard? First he was killed in an unknown cell by his friend and cousin, now he was trapped in a sticky, uncomfortable hell. He tossed about but soon felt incredibly tired so he eased into unconsciousness.
He really loathed Qi San.
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"Ha ha."
A soft sound of laughter filled the enormous living room. "The little one has stopped kicking, he's probably tired." Wen Fei Fei looked to her husband with a gentle smile.
His demeanor remained cold and aloof but her smile increased when she saw the overflowing happiness in his eyes.
General Xie walked closer to his wife and reached out to gently rub her stomach, subtly transferring spirit energy to the foetus.
In a place she couldn't see, he swiftly wiped blood from his lips.
When he looked up again, lips slowly arched and although his smile was gentle, his eyes held deep sorrow. He didn't have much time left. The foreign entity in his spirit sea had burrowed too deep and was slowly corroding his insides.
He had to quickly arrange everything to make sure his wife and unborn child would be able to survive peacefully after he was gone.
He traced Wen Fei Fei's face with his eyes. She looked so happy. He didn't dare tell her. He couldn't bear to ruin the immense happiness that made her face glow.
It was all his fault for being too arrogant and overestimating his capabilities. He was a Spirit Master in the Obsidian phase with a foot in the Crystallized god level zone but so what?
He couldn't stop himself from falling for the schemes of those old geezers in the Yang Federation. He was just too incompetent.
They fawned and flattered him, praising him for being incredibly talented and being a Mecha driving unsurpassable god of the younger generation.
And yet they had no qualms in shamelessly turning around to move against him after he'd been milked of his worth.
They must be fools to think that he'd swallow all their bullshit without fighting back! They might have managed to corrupt his spirit sea but there was still more than enough juice in him to completely throw the Yang Federation directly into chaos.
Countless ways to carry out his revenge on them flashed through Xie Zhangwei's mind but he held himself. Being too rash will only affect the common people. His aim were the old geezers, the people had nothing to do with it.
The reason he became a soldier in the first place was to protect his people but now he couldn't even properly shield his own wife and child. How useless.
Xie Zhangwei's eyes reddened. He was going to let down the little one and he hadn't even met it yet. He was most likely never going to meet his child.
His cold exterior crumbled and he looked down to hide his devastated expression from his little wife.
He accompanied his wife for a while before gently kissing her forehead walking out. There was still a lot left to be handled and his time was counting in hours.
Wen Fei Fei stared at her husband's back with a frown. It might be her overthinking but she felt that he'd been acting off these days. There was this unprecedented sense of dread in her heart that she couldn't shake off no matter what.
The deep penetrating loneliness she saw when she thought back to her husband's retreating figure was alarming. What was wrong?
Wen Fei Fei rubbed her stomach absentmindedly as a thousand thoughts whirled in her head.
General Xie, Supreme commander of the Northern army of the Yang Federation arrived at a massive war ship. He stood before the heavy metal doors for a while before resolutely entering.
Before him was certain death and behind him was the lives of countless innocents, his wife and child in the mix, he chose to go forward.
He looked around to see countless soldiers staring back at him with rigid military salutes and eyes filled with faith and void of the fear that accompanied the awaiting of death.
These men had followed him right from his journey as a private to this point and as much as he had refused them from joining this suicide trip, they remained adamant.
He planned on leaving a way out for them. There was no way he was going to let his soldiers die for his own recklessness. He couldn't afford the debt of tearing them away from their families forever.
They were different from him. His insides had been reduced to minced meat but they were brimming with energy and full of life. He couldn't bear to rob them of their vitality.
He arrived at the command centre of the ship and his subordinate gave him a military salute.
"How's everything?"
"Prepared as per the general's wishes." The subordinate answered with a salute.
Xie Zhang Wei put a call through to his right hand at that moment. "I'm leaving them in your care," He said immediately and hung up before the other party could respond.
That day, a massive warship was ejected out of the Capital Planet Qiang and eight hours later, an explosion that shook the galaxy to its core occured in three out of the four military strongholds of the Yang Federation.