Chapter 187 03.0186: "I will break this dark Möbius strip"

"Report!" the communications officer shouted.

Horatio and Farida quickly turned to look at the Communications Captain.

"There was an explosion on the bridge of the battleship Sacred Will! We have lost all contact with the bridge!"

Farida felt as if her head had been hit by a whirlwind torpedo, leaving it empty.

His two long legs lost all strength in an instant, and his body collapsed and he sat on the ground.

His face turned red as if he was suffocating, and veins bulged.

"Farida!" The process happened so quickly that Horatio didn't have time to hold her.

Farida sat with her knees together in a duck position, staring at the tiny fire in the distance with dull eyes and an expressionless face.

Her hair was disheveled, and tears as big as beans suddenly jumped out of her eyes and slid down her beautiful cheeks uncontrollably.

She didn't react at all, her heart was dead, and even her breathing almost stopped.

Horatio knew that this was the state of neither joy nor sadness, and the loss of perception, that people would exhibit when they were extremely grief-stricken.

Eight years later, the curse of fate brought suffering once again upon this girl who had never had a happy life since childhood.

"Horatio, take Alternate Officer Hood to rest!"

"Yes!"

Horatio picked up Princess Farida as if she were a motionless blonde doll.

"It may just be that a short circuit explosion occurred in the combat command center, which is dozens of meters away from the fleet command throne..."

Horatio rushed into the elevator holding her, comforting her.

Farida had no reaction at all, her pupils were dilated, and if it weren't for her weak breathing, she would have been no different from a dead person.

[God Emperor above... Could it be that Lieutenant General Hood...]
Horatio didn't dare to think that his comfort to Farida was not convincing at all.

Commodore Peru gasped, and all the officers on the bridge felt uneasy. No one knew what had just happened on the Sacred Will.
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Dozens of warships formed an expedition-level scale, surrounding the Retribution-class battleship.

During this time, small aircraft shuttled around and boarded the ship.

There were still sounds of gunfire on some decks, but things eventually calmed down.

But the end of suppressing the mutiny does not mean the end of the whole thing.

The officers and men of the Imperial Navy were extremely busy.

The damage control teams that came to support from various ships, and the survivors on the Sacred Will, wore void fireproof suits and fired fire-fighting shells at the fire, and used high-pressure water guns to spray water shields, and charged inside under the blazing flames, and then cut off the source of the fire.

The search team was searching in the dark bridge, stepping on the ground mixed with gray and black fire-fighting foam.

It was a mess inside, with nothing but ashes and debris.

All the central sensors of the entire combat situation center were scrapped, and the machine soul seemed to have lost its brain, constantly crackling.

Although the entire huge void battleship appeared intact on the outside, it had actually lost its combat capability.

The huge explosion blew through the entire bridge, shattered dozens of decks, and formed a terrifying abyss black hole that went straight to the bottom cabin.

"Have you spotted Lieutenant General Hood?" Admiral Venuska Katalia in the holographic image asked in a serious tone with a pale face.

"The bridge has suffered a structural collapse. Vice Admiral Hood's life or death is unknown... but considering the situation inside... there is almost no chance of survival." Several chief officers of the interception fleet reported on the holographic communication channel.

"We will have people search all the blown-up decks. Even though it will take a lot of time, we will definitely find any trace of Vice Admiral Hood...even if it's just a corpse," Commander Elphinstone promised.

Lieutenant General Samuel Hood, brother of Lieutenant General Alexander Hood, said nothing.

In great grief and indignation, this naval leader could not utter a single word to express his feelings at the moment.

From the day my brother and I boarded the ship at a young age, we were prepared for sudden death or disappearance.

He was well aware that due to the powerful ship-borne weapons of both the enemy and our navy, it was not certain that the bodies would be found.

But he didn't expect it to be so sudden, not even in the middle of a fleet engagement.

The famous Lieutenant General Alexander Hood disappeared in the explosion.

He couldn't accept this reality.

"God Emperor..." Admiral Katalia rubbed her temple with her thumb and said in great distress:
"What a terrible day. Even though Vice Admiral Hood's life or death is uncertain, the expedition must continue. The Fortress Fleet needs us."

"I will lead the fleet there." Rodney, the most experienced veteran, snorted coldly:

"Do these Chaos scum think that they can stop His Holy Navy by blowing up the commander of the expeditionary fleet? Absolutely not!" The old general with a weathered face straightened his collar and said, "I hope that by the time I return triumphantly, Abyssal Port will have changed for the better and will have gotten out of this terrible situation."

"We will do our best." Admiral Katalia greeted Admiral Rodney and said, "When you are ready for the expedition, go to Lucius and reunite with the fleet."

"I'm ready now. Goodbye, colleagues, I will sail directly to Lucius." The veteran said resolutely.

The other commanders stood up from their command thrones and saluted Admiral Rodney.
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Farida slept on the bed in the bedroom with her head covered by the quilt.

From time to time, you can hear sobbing coming from inside.

Horatio sat on the sofa next to the bed to keep her company.

As the effect of the stimulant wore off, a feeling of fatigue and sadness, along with the intoxication of alcohol, left him in a state of euphoria where dreams and reality were intertwined.

Even so, he still paid attention to the search messages in the communication.

He couldn't believe that Lieutenant General Hood died just like that.

They put in so much effort and did so much today.

Is it true that His Majesty the Divine Emperor is really unwilling to open his eyes and look over from the Golden Throne?
It was clearly a glorious victory, but why couldn't we feel honor and joy?

The enemies and backstabbings in the dark, the treacherous conspiracies and tactics, made Horatio feel like he had lost a battle and he couldn't feel comfortable.

Under the influence of alcohol and with emotions that were difficult to express, he sang softly, stroking her back, calming her sorrow and focusing his own emotions and increasingly scattered attention.

Those lyrics from "Mobius."

I don't know why, but this moment unconsciously emerged in my mind.

"Suddenly, my paradise collapsed and fell into the abyss"

“I can never see the winner in this game”

“Everything has changed”

"Everything I do is for a better tomorrow, for all of us"

"When I'm gone, think of the moment when I was shining brightly"

"I will burn whatever good qualities I still have"

"I will destroy this dark Möbius strip"

With each word he sang, his eyes grew colder as the rage within him grew.

Teeth clenched and crunched, fists clenched.

“They stole my happiness”

"Everything is gone now, hatred brings me only warmth"

"Never Forgive"

"Got to regain my focus, just find a better way"

"Hope will roar into the wind until everything changes from the inside out..."

Under Horatio's swearing singing, Farida's sobs disappeared unconsciously.

Her green eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the darkness under the quilt.

These emotion-filled sentences gradually lingered in her mind, like the guidance of a glow, and gradually turned into a clear and distinct idea.

"They stole my happiness... Hatred brought me the only warmth... I can never forgive them..."

'Tears will not solve anything. I will take revenge...on all those who have torn my family apart.'

Her eyes widened, and raging anger burned in them.

Horatio swore secretly in his heart that he would kill all the enemies in the open and in the dark with his own hands.

How much anger and disgust those bastards brought to him today.

Tomorrow, he would definitely intensify his efforts and make them feel the fear of punishment, the most desperate pain and torture, tenfold.

"Farida, trust me."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said terribly:
"I will break this dark Möbius strip and solve all this in the only correct way."

　Let me reiterate, as my readers know, I am not writing about the poisonous knife and Lieutenant General Hood is not dead.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)