"Nobody assassinated him. Marshal chose to end his own life," the Imperial Guard Commander said, a flicker of sorrow passing through his eyes.
He was a soldier too and held the Old Marshal in the sa high respect.
"Suicide?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Joseph V slumped back, his voice hoarse, "It was I who pushed him too far; I am the one to bla."
The Imperial Guard Commander remained silent.
"Arrange a state funeral for the Marshal with the highest honors. Let the flags be lowered to half-mast throughout the Galaxy Empire."
"Yes."
Countless starships were docked at the Capital Star System’s space fortress, all belonging to the Nobles trapped here.
They had anticipated this when they were at Bauhinia Hall.
Now, it was just a case of their suspicions being confird; those who desperately tried to break free were rcilessly blasted to smithereens.
Although Fu Xing and Joshua’s Eighth and Ninth Universe Fleets could forcefully break through, the Nobles understood they would not do so.
It would be tantamount to an outright rebellion, a violation of their oaths.
"Forget it, let’s go back!"
"We are never afraid of death."
"The clouds of war have already enveloped the Capital Star System, covering the starry sky of the Galaxy Empire."
"Let’s go."
Nurous starships began to take off one after another, heading back to the Capital Star Port. However, at that mont, the fortress’s defense system suddenly opened a passage for transit.
"Huh? What’s going on?"
All the starships prepared to leave stopped.
Fortress’s AI issued a command, and the cold female electronic voice reached every starship that originally had a pass.
"By special order of the Imperial Marshal, the Capital Star System fortress allows transit for 48 hours."
Countless people rejoiced, speeding through the passageway.
Most of these people anticipated the dangerous turn of events to co and were eager to return to their own territories, not wanting to get involved.
But before the starships could depart, they saw the flags of the Galaxy Empire and military all lowered to half-mast on the fortress, followed by the announcent of the Imperial Marshal’s death.
Everyone understood, silently mourning, lowering their flags to half-mast.
There wasn’t a soul in the Empire who wouldn’t respect the Marshal.
...
While the storm brewed and undercurrents swirled on Capital Star, Helheim Star had already erupted into chaos.
As soon as the suppression rings were deactivated, all the prisoners noticed.
Surprise, jubilation, exhilaration... all the prisoners were overjoyed, howling like wild beasts. Long-lost strength returned, and many high-level criminals, having been more severely suppressed due to the higher settings on their rings, often found themselves bullied.
Now the opportunity had co, and they were eager for revenge.
The prisoners started fighting amongst themselves.
But this was temporary; they quickly consolidated their powers, or rather, the existing powers reestablished themselves. They then turned their attention to the Military Academy Students who had descended from the skies.
Seizing weapons and equipnt was the only way to survive.
This was the most brutal battle for survival for both prisoners and Military Academy Students.
The isolated students quickly found themselves in danger.
On the screen, the green dots representing the Life Index kept turning into red death markers.
Aboard the warship parked outside Helheim Star in outer space, no one spoke.
All eyes were glued to the screen, the expressions solemn.
Thanks to Lin Fu’s initiative in landing first and opting for a primary anchoring point along with two auxiliary points, the majority of the Albert Military Academy students landed at point number one, while those whose descent deviated also made for points two or three.
Effectively avoiding being isolated.
They could quickly form into proper squads.
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