Chapter 226 Split

On the other side, the pot-bellied drunkard waved his wine bottle incessantly, his emotions agitated, and shouted loudly, "Then go beg Godora! What's the use of racial honor? Only survival is important! Those leaders' heads are full of shit. So many people die every time. Both of my younger brothers enlisted and died. All the persistence is in vain. We could get help from Godora, why must we act tough! Those Supers are useless, if they really had the ability, they would have solved the disaster long ago!"

The drunkard wore a disgusted expression, his tone agitated, with the air of someone lecturing on state affairs, complaining about the incompetence of the Supers and the army, and blaming them relentlessly, using increasingly harsh words. This behavior of eating meat from the bowl but cursing the cook offended the other patrons. Supers and the army were heroes in the eyes of most civilians, and any doubt or insult would provoke public anger. Several patrons immediately spoke out in anger.

"Everything you enjoy now was bought with the lives of heroes, what right do you have to criticize!"

The drunkard scoffed, "That's what they should do, capable people must bear more responsibility. If it wasn't for the race nurturing them, they would be ordinary people like me."

"People like you are disgusting, you should be sent outside the city to fend for yourself!"

The drunkard sneered, "Even if the city falls, I'm a civilian who gets priority for evacuation, anyway, I won't be the one who dies."

"You don't deserve to be protected!" The crowd was even more furious, their emotions running high.

The argument grew more intense. Reldon by the bar was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything, not even bothering to turn his head.

At this moment, a very young man with an angry expression impulsively pounced on the drunkard, directly attacking him, wrestling with the drunkard, using his superior strength to pin the drunkard down, and repeatedly punching the drunkard's face. Blood splattered, and when others saw blood, they quickly tried to break up the fight, wanting to pull the impulsive young man away.

"Lana, calm down!"

"Stop fighting, you'll kill someone!"

Lana landed a few more punches before reluctantly getting up and being pulled aside. The drunkard's mouth and nose were bleeding, having been beaten severely, and couldn't stand up. Other customers gathered around to check on him, thankfully the drunkard was only injured. Immediately, someone complained that Lana had gone too far. Lana lived nearby, and many people here were his neighbors. He was a young man hoping to join the army, strong and sturdy, and a supporter of the military.

Mellos shouted, "You two get out of my bar and go home to cool down!"

Lana left, looking disgruntled, and the drunkard was also helped out, ending the little brawl.

Han Xiao turned his head to look at Mellos and said, "I'm Black Star. If you're interested in what I said, then come find me. I can solve this problem."

With that, Han Xiao called out to Reldon, and the two left the bar.

The indifferent expression gradually faded, Mellos' expression became slightly somber, his eyes flickering. He wasn't as unconcerned about the future of the race as he deliberately pretended to be.

This mercenary who claimed to be Black Star, he didn't know if he was a real Seer. Even if he was the real deal, he might be deliberately fabricating a prophecy to lure him in. Anyone who takes action must have a purpose. Mellos didn't understand the other party's goal, could it be that he was coming for him?

The bar door was pushed open again, and a burly man wearing a hood to conceal his figure approached the bar, his voice deep, "Give me a drink."

The hooded man raised his head, revealing his face.

Fagonna!

Mellos looked surprised and said, "You never drink."

"Just consider it a celebration of my coming back alive." Fagonna picked up Mellos' bottle of wine and took a sip. The two seemed very familiar. If others knew that the race's strongest Grade B Super was so familiar with a small bar owner, they would definitely be very surprised.

The two were childhood friends. Mellos was too familiar with his childhood friend. Almost all positive and active adjectives could be applied to Fagonna: brave, upright, and responsible. After the disaster in Sunil, Fagonna resolutely became a mercenary to contribute to the race. Mellos had actually always been jealous of Fagonna. Since he was a child, his short-lived older brother Delphius would always talk about Fagonna next door. In his eyes, Fagonna was "the neighbor's kid."

Although he was somewhat jealous, Mellos also secretly respected Fagonna. He asked himself, he felt that he would never be as dedicated as Fagonna. After his older brother kicked the bucket, Mellos lived a life of drunken stupor, waiting to die, completely ignoring the survival state of the race. He knew that he was a lazy person. When his older brother was still alive, he often hated that he couldn't make something of himself. Many people thought that his talent was similar to Fagonna's, but he had been wasting his time. And now, Fagonna was a celebrated guardian of the entire race, while he was just a nobody.

He understood Fagonna, this was a very self-disciplined person, he wouldn't make an exception for no reason. Mellos frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Fagonna smiled faintly, full of bitterness—Mellos had never seen this expression appear on this firm face. He whispered, "Brother, I can't hold on anymore, I'm going to leave."

Leave? Mellos' eyes widened in surprise.

Fagonna slowly said, "The interstellar world has boundless possibilities. Only by cutting off the past can we move forward. I don't want to be tied down by the race anymore. There are many warriors who share the same thoughts as me. We won't be coming back after this disaster."

"We've protected the race long enough, many friends have sacrificed, some people beg for our protection, but they take it for granted. This isn't our obligation, there's no need to continue. We've done our best. Perhaps the best ending is for the race to accept Godora's aid, so that no one will die in vain."

"Even you want to give up?!"

Mellos looked shocked. Suddenly, Han Xiao's words flashed in his mind, could this be the division that the charlatan predicted? Then the future of the race would also become an appendage of Godora, losing its heritage, just as he said?

Acting on impulse, Mellos considered his words and told Fagonna the consequences of Sunil accepting military aid, as predicted by Han Xiao. After hearing this, Fagonna's eyes didn't waver at all, and he shook his head and said, "Living is the most important thing. As long as people are alive, the will won't die."

Is that really so?

But the Fagonna I know would never abandon the race.

You're still alive, but you've changed…

Seeing Fagonna's expression, Mellos knew that he was determined and couldn't be persuaded. His mood was mixed. He had always regarded Fagonna as his most noble and righteous friend, but now he could no longer view this childhood friend with the same eyes. He seemed to have become a stranger.

"Then why did you come to me to say all this?" Mellos asked.

Fagonna shook the wine bottle and whispered, "Frankly, I hate you. You obviously have more power than me, but you cower in the rear and accept our protection without a care… Forget it, let's not talk about these things. I'm just here to inform you. Whether you continue to run away or step forward is up to you."

Fagonna pulled down his hood, turned around, and left.

Mellos' eyes were complicated.

…

The seed had been planted. Han Xiao didn't enter the city again, but stayed outside the city to carry out his battlefield repair work. Entering the middle stage of the disaster, the battle became more and more tragic, with all kinds of terrifying monsters taking turns to appear. He no longer used his physical body to traverse the battlefield, but put on the Teng Snake Mechanical Armor. Sometimes the places he repaired were breached by beasts, and he had to act as reinforcements to fill the gap. Among the mercenaries, his strength was not conspicuous. The only reason the other mercenaries remembered him was that the Black Star Mercenary Group had taken the initiative to undertake the wilderness reconnaissance missions. Many mercenaries thought Han Xiao was crazy, and the mercenary group would definitely suffer heavy losses by the next shift of the wilderness troops.

Every day, a large number of soldiers died, and a series of incomplete corpses were transported back to the rear for people to claim. Many weapons and vehicles in the defense circle were damaged, making it more difficult to defend. Only the nine warships in the sky stood still, never firing. The Sunil race had limited resources, and warship energy was scarce. Only when the truly powerful monsters of the late stage appeared would the warships join the battle. Moreover, the interstellar warships built by Sunil could only fly around the surface of the planet for three or four days at most, and then the energy would drop to the warning line. The main function of the nine warships, in addition to guarding the sky, was to ensure that civilians could be transported away in case of emergency, abandoning the main city to escape, equivalent to a way out.

Seven or eight days later, the city ushered in a strange period of safety. The alarm representing the late stage of the disaster sounded again. This time, everyone was issued breathing masks, not only logistics personnel, but even some Supers entered the facilities for shelter.

Buzzing——

The overwhelming sound of insect wings flapping rose, and thick black clouds rolled in, all of them highly aggressive small insects, densely packed, like a tide.