I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 135 Hatred

Carl didn't respond but slightly lifted his chin and waved his hand, "Let's go."

However, just as he was about to step into the space portal, Zong Fang suddenly spoke—

"Carl, don't put too much trust in the Federation."

Carl, puzzled, turned his head back, and the two men looked at each other from a distance that was neither far nor near.

Zong Fang's eyes were deep as he asked, "If one day you have to choose, would you stand with the Federation, or with her?"

Carl frowned, "What a ridiculous assumption, that day will never come."

Zong Fang scoffed, raising the photo in his hand, "Take this piece of advice, for old times' sake: don't trust the Scavenger, you all are just his black gloves."

Having said that, Zong Fang ignored the stunned Carl and walked away.

The red-haired man standing in front of the portal paused for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, lost in deep thought.

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At this moment, at the Freedom Alliance.

The sunlight streamed through the tall white marble pillars, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Elegant buildings surrounded the plaza, with towering colonnades and exquisite sculptures; the rooftops were decorated with delicate bas-reliefs and Beast God totems, each detail exuding mystery and solemnity.

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At that moment, Qiao Suisui sat quietly by a plaza in Kanbukun, her gaze somewhat blurred, her mind seemingly still lingering on the past events narrated by the Archbishop—

"Back then, I was a member of the Federation's elite forces. We received orders from our superiors to head to a place called Dudleyne to suppress reactionary forces. I found it strange because we usually had detailed reports before missions, specifying the number of targets, weapons, motives, etc., and it's not common for the entire team to be dispatched. But that time, our superiors required all of us to go without giving us any specifics, only one instruction: upon arrival, annihilate all enemies."

Our duty was to obey, so even though everyone felt the mission details were unclear, we quickly embarked on the operation.

The warship took us above Dudleyne, and looking down at the earth, I saw no signs of smoke as expected, but a very peaceful village instead. The then-captain Dante Connor wanted to land and investigate before taking action, but the incessant urging from the superiors kept coming through our headsets.

We obeyed the command, landed, and started firing immediately.

But when I saw the screaming children, the terror-stricken elders, and men running all around, a thought instantly crossed my mind—these were all ordinary Beastmen with no armed forces..."

At this point, the Archbishop's voice began to shake with emotion, showing that even after so long, he had not yet recovered from that experience.

"I turned to look at my teammates and saw they were also puzzled and reluctant; some had even put down their guns. Connor kept confirming with the superiors whether to stop the operation, but there was no more sound in the headsets. However, just when we were undecided, a sudden blast of heat wave hit us from all around, explosions sounded, and in a few seconds, half of our people were blown up, along with those defenseless local residents."

In the chaos, I struggled to get up, dazed and with ringing in my ears, I saw the hell before me.

Bodies mangled beyond recognition, limbs blown away, flames spreading everywhere, the ground underfoot mixed with blood and turned to mud. Black snow began to fall from the sky, and a stinging smell of blood pervaded the air.

"I kept calling my teammates over the communicator, but only a few responded. I turned over each corpse, frantically searching for my comrades. We came here together, we should leave together...."

Sang Yan and Qiao Suisui both showed expressions of unbearable pain. She asked, "Who activated the bomb? Was it the local reactionary forces?"

The Archbishop suddenly laughed, and as he laughed, tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes. He shook his head and said, "There were no reactionary forces, it was our own people who detonated the bomb."

"Was it the Federation?" Sang Yan asked.

"Yes. There were 386 of us on this mission, and only 24 survived. We swam continuously through the local waters, drifting at sea for ten days and ten nights. By the time we reached shore, only 14 remained. One brother, too close to the blast, had lost both legs, so Connor strapped him to his back and said he would take us home. Clinging onto driftwood, drifting endlessly, by the end, I had lost consciousness, my body had grown hypothermic from being in the seawater too long. At first, we would still joke with each other, chatting as usual. Later, we encouraged each other, and after that, no one spoke again. We fell into despair."

Listening to the Archbishop's trembling, feeble voice, Qiao Suisui felt as if her heart was being squeezed, her eyes reddening along.

She suddenly remembered Ruka mentioning that the Rebel Army was surrounded with 13 people when they landed. What happened to the 14th person?

Before she could ask, the Archbishop slowly lifted his white robe and knelt before the statue of the Beast God. He placed his palm on his chest, his face now streaked with tears.

"I confess to the Beast God, I have committed an unforgivable sin."

Sang Yan and Gai Meilun rushed to pull him up, but he wouldn't rise no matter how they tried. By now, the Archbishop's voice had entirely lost its original compassion, resembling a child waiting for punishment, choking up as he said, "After landing, everyone was exhausted, yet exhilarated from the narrow escape. After a brief rest, we began looking for a way out, but soon despaired again since it was an uninhabited island, surrounded by sea. Despair, hunger, anger—all emotions surged. Temperatures rose, and people even fought violently over fruit.

Connor suggested we use the island's timber to build a raft and head out to sea in search of a way to live. Some opposed, not wanting to drift aimlessly again; others agreed, thinking we should take a chance rather than wait to die here. But no one had the strength to stand up. After a long silence, one person suddenly got up and lunged at Allen, who was barely breathing, and bit off a chunk of his stomach. Connor tried to stop it, but it was too late, everyone's eyes were red, the Beastman nature was awakened, and one after another, they tore into Allen's body."

"I... I couldn't endure the hunger and rushed forward too."

"Only Connor did not step forward; that was the brother he had carried all the way. Even in the most desperate moments at sea, he had never abandoned him. He remembered... he remembered his promise to take us home...."

The Archbishop covered his face and broke down sobbing, his cries filling the entire church.

Latter, after having eaten the body of their comrade raw, they left the isolated island on the wooden raft. They thought they had survived the grave extremity and planned to report back to the Federation, only to find out that they had been declared Rebel Army overnight.

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Sang Yan watched Qiao Suisui sitting, dazed, in the square, then swapped a bubble machine from a little boy nearby.

Colorful translucent bubbles descended from overhead and burst with a 'pop', snapping Qiao Suisui back to reality.

Sang Yan put away the bubble machine, sat beside her, their knees touching as if comforting each other.

"What do you want to do?" Sang Yan asked.

"I want to go to Dudleyne," Qiao Suisui said firmly.

She had to find out exactly what had happened there, why the Federation would rather destroy an elite squad than demolish that place.

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan wasn't surprised, but his expression grew a bit more serious, saying, "Dudleyne is now called the Southern Battlefield."