Lord Omid spoke with an expressionless face.
"Hmph."
Muret sneered and then fell silent.
Omid did not continue conversing with Muret but instead turned and left the confinment room.
As Omid walked out, Su Yuan immediately stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
"Lord Omid, we’ve handed the person over to you. You can deal with them however you wish; it doesn’t have much to do with our Federation."
"Alright, by the way, General Su Yuan, I heard that Lord Su Ming is injured and hospitalized. May I visit him?"
Omid asked politely.
"No problem, this way please!"
Su Yuan responded readily.
....
Inside Hangar No. 1.
The V-generation Biological Mecha, Ilyas, stood on a solitary berth.
The entire Mecha maintained its differentiated state, not reverting to its original form, emitting an overwhelming aura.
At this time, General Gabres and General Sigurd stood beneath the V-generation Biological Mecha, Ilyas, gazing up at this cutting-edge biological weapon.
"Tsk, tsk, truly a fine weapon. I didn’t expect the Federation to be hiding such a powerful weapon!"
General Gabres looked at the weapon, an exhilarated expression on his face.
"Indeed! I was taken aback at the time."
"The aura this Mecha displayed on the battlefield, in a one-on-one situation, I’m not sure I’d be able to beat it!"
"Even with two-against-one, it might still be tough."
Sigurd praised.
"Such a fine weapon, it’s mine for sure. When I return, I’ll file an application with the Council!"
"They won’t give it to you."
"Won’t give it to me? Then I’ll storm back to the Council and make them give it!"
General Gabres said heatedly.
"I advise you to reconsider, this is a Biological Mecha, not everyone can pilot it. You might not even be able to operate it."
"Hmph! Nonsense, how could I not be able to operate it?"
"Don’t be so dismissive, this thing has very stringent requirements."
"I insist on having it. If I can’t operate it, I’ll take the person along with it!"
"Are you still dreaming? Su Ming belongs to the Thirteenth Army; if you can somehow manage to take him, I’ll give you my treasured bottle of five-hundred-year-old prime wine!"
Sigurd replied with a laugh.
Upon hearing the Thirteenth Army, General Gabres’s expression suddenly stiffened, then he angrily replied.
"Get lost!"
"Haha, enough of that, have you noticed something?"
Sigurd suddenly said solemnly.
"What is it?"
"This weapon is strong, but extremely dangerous. I feel the Council is heading in the wrong direction."
"The wrong direction?"
"Precisely, I don’t understand why the Council would pour so much funding into Biological Machine research instead of mass-producing high-end mechanical weapons. These biological weapons have too many flaws, are heavily restricted, and could become uncontrollable at any moment — truly too dangerous!"
"You raise a good point, there’s indeed a problem. Where does the Council get the courage to do this?"
"The research and development of Biological Mecha requires human and material resources, an astronomical figure. The Council might not have had the courage, I’m now wondering who initiated this Biological Mecha project."
"Could it be the old Council Chairman?"
Gabres’s expression changed slightly as he asked.
"That’s unclear, if it truly was initiated by the Chairman, then doing so, what was his purpose? Is there something we don’t know?"
Sigurd sighed and said.
Gabres fell silent upon hearing this.
....
Corridor outside Ward No. 1.
Lin Chuyu, An Ruoxue, Tiger, Zhou Mu, and others waited anxiously.
Su Ming has been in a coma for five days, still hasn’t awakened.
Everyone’s heart was on edge, the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.
Inside the ward.
Su Ming lay on the white hospital bed, his left hand receiving an IV, his body connected to various monitoring equipment.
Beep, beep~
The monitoring equipment continuously emitted orderly sounds.
Irelia and Lord Blakes stood in front of the bed, hands behind their backs, quietly watching the comatose Su Ming.
At this moment, Dr. Bodden and Dr. Martin Di approached with examination data.
"Lord Blakes, it’s strange, Lord Su Ming’s mental state is healthy, but he’s suffered severe pollution infiltration, with pollution bloodstains all over his skin."
"It appears his body can’t withstand it."
Blakes spoke coldly.
"What do you plan to do?"
Irelia asked calmly.
"No worries, as long as the mind can endure. As for the physical issue, I’ll find a way to resolve it, no need for others to worry!"
Blakes’s words betrayed a hint of excitement.
This time, Su Ming’s successful activation of the V-generation Biological Mecha, Ilyas, actually did him a great favor.
Due to the enormous funding for Biological Mecha research, numerous test subjects were consumed, and the results were mediocre.
The Council always viewed Biological Machines as useless, wanting to terminate the program, constantly impeaching them.
But now, the display of power by Su Ming’s manipulation of the Biological Mecha is enough to keep the Council quiet temporarily, effectively giving the Biological Mecha project a reprieve.
At this moment, Irelia, having heard Blakes’s words, watched the unconscious Su Ming lying on the hospital bed, her purple eyes constantly flickering.
...
At this time, in a dark red world.
Su Ming wandered alone across a crimson sea of blood, suddenly stopping.
In front of him appeared a figure, a woman dressed in a long dress of blood, with long red hair and a seductive posture.
At this moment, the seductive woman slowly turned to look at Su Ming, revealing a skeletal face.