Shadows of the Deep Space Chapter 1911 - 580: Legend_5

The entire biological tank was filled with a pale green culture fluid, soaking half of a black tumor-like biological tissue.

Su Ming gazed at Ilyas soaking in the biological tank and asked Dr. Blakes.

"Doctor, what exactly is Ilyas’ condition now?"

"She is severely injured, almost on the brink of death. Although I have placed her in the culture fluid, the situation is still very grim, and her life vitality shows no significant change."

"Can she be saved?"

"It’s hard to say, and I advise you not to hold too much hope. Even if she can be revived, she won’t return to her peak condition."

Dr. Blakes said to Su Ming coldly.

"Regardless, please try to save her."

Su Ming looked at Ilyas and replied, his mood exceedingly heavy.

"I understand."

Dr. Blakes responded calmly.

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The pitch-black starry sky.

There was a violent fluctuation in the space, and then the terrifying figure of the Herares Clan Leader emerged.

At this moment, the Herares Clan Leader turned his head to look into the distance as a swift gray stream of light approached, followed by the appearance of the Dark Star Emperor controlling the Lord of Death.

"Dark Star Emperor, you’re here. Long time no see!"

The Herares Clan Leader greeted the Dark Star Emperor in a deep voice.

"Hmph, why are you the only one here?"

The Dark Star Emperor snorted coldly.

"No need to worry, they’ll be here soon!"

The Herares Clan Leader turned to look at the starry sky not far away.

The starry sky suddenly twisted without warning, with lightning and thunder inside, and then the Hirog Clan Leader and the Fanluo God Emperor emerged.

At this moment, the leaders of the four forces gathered together.

"Everyone’s here, thank you for giving me this small amount of face!"

The Fanluo God Emperor smiled at the Herares Clan Leader and the Dark Star Emperor.

"Hmph, speak quickly and get to the point!"

The Dark Star Emperor responded unceremoniously.

"Don’t rush, I invited you here to propose that we work together to deal with the Federation!"

The Fanluo God Emperor stated his purpose.

"Interesting, Hirog Clan Leader, is this your idea too?"

The Herares Clan Leader immediately turned to the Hirog Clan Leader.

"That’s right, I agree with the Fanluo God Emperor’s proposal. The Federation’s strength exceeds our expectations, and if we don’t cooperate but act like loose sand, no one will be able to defeat the Federation in the end."

The Hirog Clan Leader replied with a smile.

"Makes sense!"

The Herares Clan Leader agreed in response.

In fact, Hirog and Herares are not truly afraid of the Federation. They aren’t entirely uncertain of invading the Federation, but their greatest enemies aren’t the Federation.

They are each other’s main adversaries. If one side suffers significant damage during the attack on the Federation, the situation becomes dangerous.

This is one reason why they do not dare to launch an all-out assault on the Federation.

"Hmph, it’s easy to say, but if we cooperate to attack the Federation, who gets what?"

The Dark Star Emperor asked coldly.

"Simple, we first work together to destroy the Federation, and then we rely on our abilities to divide the spoils!"

The Hirog Clan Leader proposed.

"Alright!"

The Dark Star Emperor spoke coldly after hearing this.

Though he very much disliked working with these guys, he had no choice now.

"Then it’s settled. We will work together to attack the Federation!"

The Fanluo God Emperor said happily.

"No problem, so when do we take action?"

The Herares Clan Leader immediately asked.

"The Federation has already concentrated all its forces on the Third Planet. Three days from now, we will assemble our forces and attack the Third Planet to annihilate it completely!"

The Fanluo God Emperor declared sinisterly.

"Alright!"

The Herares Clan Leader and others responded one after another.

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Starlight City.

A low siren sounded.

All vehicles and pedestrians on the street stopped in their tracks, looking with heavy hearts at the open-air virtual projection.

All the advertisement projections turned black and white, displaying the memorial photo of General Sigurd in life.

At this moment, a little girl hugged her mother’s neck and asked in confusion.

"Mother, who is that?"

"That is the hero who protects us."

The young mother replied with red eyes.

...

Imperial Court Academy.

Black hovercars were parked at the school gate, and soon the doors opened.

Numerous officers descended from the cars, carrying flowers in their arms and walked into the school with sorrowful expressions.

At this moment, a new freshman looked at the many returning officers in confusion and asked a classmate beside him.

"What’s going on today? Why are so many officers and seniors returning?"

"Don’t you know? General Sigurd has sacrificed himself; his body is being returned for burial at the cemetery today."

The classmate explained to him.

"Ah? General Sigurd was our senior?"

"Yes!"

....

At this time, inside the Imperial Court Academy Cemetery.

Sigurd’s body was laid to rest in a solo small cemetery in the Eternal Rest, with his portrait engraved on the white tombstone.

Family members in black plain clothes stood on either side, their faces marked with tears.

Long Bai and others held flowers, looking at the tombstone with heavy hearts.

Just then, a rumbling sound came from the sky.

Everyone raised their heads to look at the sky, only to see a VI Generation Dark Matter Mecha·Dark Ghost landing from a distance.

Soon after, an elderly man, dressed in black plain clothes with a slightly hunched body, dark skin, and a head full of white hair, walked over with deep, mournful eyes.

Some council members whispered among themselves.

"Isn’t this Federation’s Second General Hikarun? Why is he here?"

"He’s General Sigurd’s father."

"Ah? Then why didn’t we see him before?"

"I heard he was previously responsible for guarding the construction of the Federation’s secret weapon, and it’s only recently that the weapon was declassified, allowing him to come out."

"I see."

...

At this moment, Hikarun approached the tombstone, bowed to Sigurd, took a deep breath to calm his emotions, and then went to stand with the family.

Seeing everyone gathered, Long Bai held a bundle of white flowers and walked to a noblewoman with reddened eyes, a delicate and gentle appearance, holding a young girl, and said solemnly.

"Lady Nanluo, my condolences!"

"Mm."

Lady Nanluo replied with sobs.

The Dragon White President then approached Hikarun and saluted him.

"Hikarun, my condolences!"

"Thank you, Mr. President. It’s an honor for my son to sacrifice for the Federation."

Hikarun replied hoarsely.

Long Bai paused for a few seconds, then walked to the coffin, placed the flowers he was holding on it, and bowed deeply.

At this time, Long Chen, Farren, and others also stepped forward holding flowers, conversed with the family, and mourned.

The atmosphere on site was extremely heavy.

As time ticked away, the memorial service quickly approached its end.

Many council members and generals conversed quietly.

"It’s such a shame that General Sigurd was sacrificed just like that."

"There’s nothing that can be done about it."

...

At this time, the ceremony officer loudly announced.

"Admiral Su Ming has arrived!"

Long Bai and others turned their heads to look.

Only to see Rhein pushing Su Ming inside.

Along the way, the council members and generals, upon seeing Su Ming, all greeted him with respect, their eyes filled with admiration.

Rhein then introduced Su Ming in a low voice.

"The noblewoman on the left is Lady Nanluo, General Sigurd’s wife; and the elderly man on the right is the Federation’s second general, Mr. Hikarun, also Sigurd’s father."

Su Ming nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Soon, Rhein pushed Su Ming to the front of the tombstone.

This is when Su Ming pressed his hands on the armrests and stood up shakily.

Rhein and the others attempted to assist Su Ming, but he refused.

At this point, Ankaga hurriedly handed a bundle of white flowers to Su Ming. He took the flowers and walked to Lady Nanluo, speaking solemnly.

"I’m sorry, Lady Nanluo!"

"It’s okay, it’s not your fault."

Lady Nanluo looked at Su Ming, unable to hold back her tears, suppressing the grief in her heart, she replied.

Su Ming bowed slightly to Lady Nanluo, then turned and walked slowly to Hikarun, apologizing solemnly.

"Apologies!"

"No need to apologize; I am proud of Sigurd’s choice. You shouldn’t carry any psychological burden—everything was for the Federation!"

Although this was the first time Hikarun met Su Ming in person, he had heard Sigurd’s venting about him.

After all, having his position as the Imperial Court Academy’s number one talent overshadowed by an unknown junior was somewhat hard to accept.

"Thank you."

Su Ming replied solemnly, then went to the tombstone.

He gazed at Sigurd’s portrait, bowed deeply, and placed the flowers he held on the tombstone.

Once Su Ming completed these actions, he withdrew.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew through, rustling the maple leaves, making a rustling sound.

As if lamenting the fall of a prodigy.