Light Shuttle·No. 1 Hangar.
Su Ming operated the V Generation Biological Mecha, Ilyas, charging through the entry passage at incredible speed.
Inside the cockpit.
Beneath the symbiotic armor, Su Ming’s skin was covered with black, twisted bloodstains, his face showing an expression of extreme pain.
Yet he gritted his teeth and held on, controlling the V Generation Biological Mecha, Ilyas, to stop, reaching his hand to the ground, retracting the black tumor-like tentacles.
At this moment, Prince Murtle the Third, clad in symbiotic armor, lay unconscious on the ground.
After completing these actions, Su Ming forcibly cut off the mental connection, and his vision spun wildly. Suddenly, he heard the anxious shouts of Celeste in his ear.
"Su Ming..."
Su Ming felt utterly exhausted, his eyelids could not help but close, the world darkened instantly, and he fell into a deep coma.
At this moment, Irelia and a few others, along with Dr. Blakes, hurried over.
When they saw that Su Ming had successfully disconnected the neural link and the Biological Mecha had shut down, their tense expressions relaxed slightly.
At this time, Su Yuan and others also flew in through the entry port, controlling their mechas.
Irelia immediately shouted to Su Yuan and the others.
"Quick, get Su Ming out!"
Upon hearing Irelia’s words, Su Yuan and the others were shocked.
They immediately piloted their mechas towards the V Generation Biological Mecha, Ilyas.
At this moment, they clearly saw the entire appearance of the Mecha, each heart shook, and they took a deep breath.
The V Generation Mecha before their eyes gave people a very terrifying feeling, like a monster that could wake up at any moment.
However, Su Yuan and the others suppressed the strangeness in their hearts, quickly reached out, opened the cockpit of the V Generation Biological Mecha, Ilyas, and carefully rescued the unconscious Su Ming, gently placing him on the ground.
At this time, two doctors hurried forward with portable medical equipment to remove the symbiotic armor covering Su Ming for examination.
As soon as the instruments in their hands touched Su Ming’s body, a red alert sound popped up, and the pollution value immediately turned red.
"Lord Blakes, Sir Su Ming’s body has been severely polluted."
The two doctors reported fearfully.
"Hurry, take him to the medical room!"
Blakes immediately instructed the doctors.
"Yes!"
The doctors quickly responded.
Su Yuan and the others hurriedly stepped forward to help and sent Su Ming to the medical room.
.....
Five days later.
Inside the slender metal corridor of the Light Shuttle.
Su Yuan was leading Omid and Shadler forward, followed by a group of subordinates.
Shadler excitedly said to Su Yuan.
"Su Yuan, your brother is truly incredible; he intimidated the entire scene by himself, leaving those guys speechless and fleeing with their tails between their legs."
"Of course, consider whose brother he is."
"You are something else, not introducing him to me sooner."
"Ahem, the timing wasn’t right before."
Su Yuan replied awkwardly.
In fact, he knew Su Ming was strong, but who could have guessed he was so monstrously powerful.
At this moment, Omid saw the two talking so enthusiastically and also chimed in.
"Mr. Su Ming is indeed formidable; if not for him, we would be doomed."
"Indeed."
Shadler also followed with a cheerful expression.
They then arrived at a solitary confinement room door.
Alist and Martha guarded the door, giving Su Yuan and the others a cold glance.
Su Yuan coughed and said.
"Could I trouble you to open the door?"
Alist said nothing more, took out a key, and directly unlocked the metal door.
"Lord Omid, the person is inside; I won’t go in."
Su Yuan respectfully said to Omid.
"Alright, wait for me at the door."
Omid then walked into the confinement room alone.
Inside, Prince Murtle the Third, stripped of his symbiotic armor, bound with special mechanical handcuffs and shackles, sat on the ground furthest inside, with his head leaned against the metal wall.
Upon hearing movement, he slowly lifted his head to look at Omid approaching, his expression very calm.
"Third Brother."
Omid spoke with a deep voice.
"Seventh Brother, have you come to laugh at me?"
"I’m not here to laugh at you; the reason you’ve ended up like this today is entirely your own doing."
"Spare me, the victor is crowned king, the loser is vilified. I’ve got nothing to say. I only regret miscalculating and not eliminating you first back then!"
"I never intended to contest with you at first, but you went too far, even sparing no thought for Eighth Brother."
"Hmph, to accomplish great things, one must be ruthless and unscrupulous in tactics. You are unfit to rule the Shabask Kingdom!"
"And you’re fit? True, you’ve got strategy and means, and your heart is ruthless enough! But you lack a heart of kindness and love. In your hands, the Shabask Kingdom will have no future!"
"Haha, I’d like to see what future the Shabask Kingdom will have under your rule!"
Prince Murtle the Third laughed heartily.
"Then wait and see!"
Omid replied with a deep voice.
After laughing, Murtle took a deep breath, lifted his head, and looked at Omid saying.
"Third Brother, you don’t need to pretend to spout a bunch of morals here with me. I know what you want to do, you want to create an ’accident’ to kill me, right? No need for such trouble, do as you wish!"
"I won’t kill you; I will personally take you to Father, publicly expose your accumulated crimes, and let you receive due punishment!"
"Haha, you’ll regret not killing me!"
"I won’t stain my hands with a brother’s blood. Moreover, you’ll die under the judgment of your crimes!"