Chapter 235: Chapter 212: Sorrow of the Empire
The reinforcements from the Dark Planet couldn’t figure it out.
Why had their newly developed black mist suddenly become ineffective against the people of White Sand Star?
This was shaping up to be an unprecedented disaster.
The Dark Planet, which had always been the one chasing down Imperial People, was now being beaten back by the people of White Sand Star like rats scurrying across a street.
Without the chaos created by the black mist...
...so-called elite squads were nothing special.
A single punch could crush them.
The tables had turned in an instant, just like that.
Watching the elite squad scatter and flee with their heads in their hands, the corner of Ye Moyun’s lip curled up as he gave a cold command:
"Inform everyone. The Dark Night Star Thief Group is retreating."
One of the Star Thieves below spoke up, unwilling to accept the order:
"Aren’t we staying to support them?"
"Support them?" A glint of coldness flashed in Ye Moyun’s eyes.
"Since you’re so eager to stay, I’ll grant you your wish."
The very next moment,
a blinding light burst forth from his hand.
The Star Thief who had just spoken was sent flying, crashing heavily onto White Sand Star, where he was immediately surrounded and beaten by the enraged inhabitants.
Ye Moyun looked up at the others on the Starship and asked icily:
"Anyone else want to stay and offer support? Step forward."
"I’ll help you."
’We’re Star Thieves. What kind of loyalty could there possibly be?’
Seeing this, everyone shook their heads in unison.
They shook them so hard they were like pellet drums, terrified that if Ye Moyun was displeased, he would kick them off the ship one by one.
The people on White Sand Star were on a rampage, their eyes bloodshot with rage.
If they were really kicked down there, only death would await them.
"Heh!"
A low, derisive sound escaped Ye Moyun’s lips.
He raised his hand, and the Starship instantly began a rapid retreat into the cosmos.
At that very moment,
the Ninth Legion, led by Arturo, was fast approaching.
As soon as he received news that the Dark Night Star Thief Group had launched a surprise attack on White Sand Star, Arturo had quickly led the Ninth Army to the rescue.
The closer he got to White Sand Star, the more panicked Arturo felt.
This Marshal of the Ninth Army, who had achieved fame at a young age and was decorated with countless military honors, had never felt this way before, not even when facing enemies countless times stronger than himself.
Not until a pillar of white light shot into the night sky, bright enough to illuminate the entire interstellar expanse.
That inexplicable panic was instantly magnified to its absolute limit.
When he arrived on White Sand Star and saw its people, filled with extreme fury, relentlessly hunting down the Dark Planet’s elite squads, the feeling completely overwhelmed him.
He strode quickly across the battlefield to Yu Wenzhou, who was kneeling silently on the ground, enveloped in an aura of utter despair, pained to the point of numbness.
Marshal Arturo—powerful, iron-blooded, his temper smoothed by years of discipline—violently grabbed Yu Wenzhou by the collar, yanking him to his feet with immense force.
"Where is Yu Lan?"
"Where is Yu Lan?"
"She left on a Starship, didn’t she?"
"Where is she now? The Star Thieves have all been driven away, why haven’t you gone to bring her back?"
"Answer me! Where is she? Why haven’t you gone to bring her back!"
By the end of his shouting, Arturo’s voice was tinged with the sound of sobbing.
Yu Wenzhou just stared silently into the distance, his face pale and numb, as if Yu Lan’s departure had taken all his emotions with it.
"She’s gone."
"What?" Arturo frowned.
He then heard Yu Wenzhou’s hoarse voice continue, "She’s gone. Everything is gone."
"She just... vanished."
Yu Wenzhou didn’t know if Yu Lan had been annihilated into dust by the high-temperature explosion of the shells, or if she had transformed into that piercing white light and dissipated on her own.
He only knew that he had, once again, tragically, lost his Female Master.
And this time, he didn’t even know where he could possibly find her.
’How pathetic!’
’There could be no one more pathetic than me.’
"Ha!"
Drowned in sorrow, Yu Wenzhou began to laugh.
But this laugh was uglier than any cry. The corners of his lips were pulled down tightly, and from his red pupils, tears carrying the ultimate sorrow flowed—they, too, were red.
Tears of blood!
In disbelief, Arturo let go of Yu Wenzhou.
He had never imagined it would end like this.
But... but they hadn’t even fully confirmed Yu Lan’s identity yet.
Just the day before, he and Isha were still hesitating about whether to reveal themselves to her.
Not for any other reason, but simply to tell her that she was born into the loving anticipation of her father and mother, that her father and mother both loved her.
’How could this happen?’
’How can this be?’
’This is just too tragic.’
Nothing had been explained, nothing had been understood.
The main character of the whole affair had turned into a great plume of smoke and vanished into thin air.
What were the ones left behind supposed to do?
*
"Hahahaha!"
"What a good death! A good death! An absolutely wonderful death!"
「East Spirit Star」
The moment she saw that white light, Louisa knew Belina’s plan had succeeded.
Even though recently, all the policies she had pushed forward had been rejected by the original inhabitants of East Spirit Star, who secretly cursed her for being inferior to Yu Lan.
But at this moment,
Louisa wished she could rush into the streets and scream at all those who had supported Yu Lan’s ascension.
’So what if you supported Yu Lan?’
’She’s dead now.’
’Dead without even a speck of ash remaining.’
’How could a Yu Lan like that possibly compete with me?’
The position of the Empire’s next Queen could only be hers.
"Oh, Yu Lan, Yu Lan, of all the mistakes you could have made, you never should have returned from Garbage Star."
"If you had just stayed quietly on Garbage Star, you might have been able to cling to life."
"Look at you. You just had to force your way into a position that wasn’t yours, and now look. Not even a complete corpse left, is there?"
It was the kind of thing that would make her laugh herself awake from a dream.
This was the best news Louisa had heard in a long time.
「Meanwhile」
The news that Yu Lan had unfortunately perished while bravely fighting the Dark Planet’s forces to protect the Star Citizens of White Sand Star spread like wildfire throughout the entire Empire.
Accompanying this news was the revelation of her 3S-level Healing Power.
[Oh my god! So Princess Yu Lan really was 3S-level. I wasn’t wrong before.]
[I thought that strange Golden Light during the last tournament was unusual. I never expected it could directly purify the Dark Force’s black mist and negate all side effects.]
[Not only that, but according to the people on White Sand Star, after the Golden Light flashed, even their spiritual power levels increased and all their physical exhaustion vanished completely. Truly worthy of the legendary 3S-level.]
But no one could have imagined that the moment her 3S-level ability was discovered, it would come wrapped in the news of her death.
It was as if fate was playing a grand, cruel joke on everyone in the Empire.
In this war, the death of anyone else would not have caused such an uproar.
Only Yu Lan.
The Empire’s most anticipated heir to the throne, the inventor of the Hope Potion, the legendary 3S-level female.
The gentle and kind Princess Yu Lan.
This was, without a doubt, a tragedy for the Empire.
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