Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1237: Rupture

"Hey, Logan. What do you think of President Morbit's speech?"

"Hello, Otani. Personally, I feel that His Excellency the President will focus his speech on the growing surface problems. The existence of the Gate of Freedom has made the division of the Federation an urgent issue that must be resolved as soon as possible."

"Allow me to remind you, gentlemen. Apart from the Gate of Freedom, the hidden dangers of Light Concealment Society cannot be ignored. Speaking of which, there are quite a few headaches for our President."

"You're right, Mr. Leylou. Today, we are honored to invite Mr. Leylou, the hot candidate for the presidency, to participate in this live commentary. I believe everyone is familiar with Mr. Leylou, so I don't need to tire out here …"

A live broadcast of today's Mobit speech was being shown on a large screen. The screen now showed a live broadcast room with three people inside. The two on the left and right were well-known hosts in Babylon, while the other was Leno Lawrence, who had been in the limelight recently. He was previously an unknown retired lieutenant colonel, but he suddenly jumped out of the presidential race and advanced along the way. He overwhelmed many competitors with absolute votes, becoming Alan's greatest enemy for the succession overnight.

"They're all a bunch of clowns."

In front of the big screen stood a tall figure. This man was broad-shouldered and narrow-waist, and his aura was as imposing as a mountain. It was hard to ignore just his back. Another person walked over from behind and smiled, "If Mr. Roddy's words were to be heard by those from the old party, this Mr. Leylou is the rookie of the party they are trying their best to nurture."

The tall man was Roddy. The man who had succeeded Beskard as Patriarch now had more vicissitudes in his eyes than he had ever had before. There were even a few silver threads on his temples, giving Roddy a bit of mature charm. When Roddy succeeded as Patriarch, people once thought that Roddy could not lift this heavy beam. Not to mention his ability, just his martial power was far inferior to Horn's.

However, not long after, Roddy personally participated in a ground operation against the Gate of Freedom, and after demonstrating the strength of a peak Level 30 expert in this operation, people found out that this man had secretly advanced, and at the same time dispelled some people's ulterior motives. Even though Roddy's display of martial power was still inferior to his father's, he was still young, and it was enough for him to be the head of the clan at the general level. Moreover, Roddy had a spear fiend beside him, a fierce person who even dared to provoke Alexander alone.

Together, the strength of Beskard was something that no one dared to ignore.

Roddy bit a cigar in his mouth and looked at the man in front of him. "I thought Mr. Wigg had run to the interstellar defense line to deliver supplies again. I didn't expect him to show up today," he said. "What? Could it be that Morbit's speech today is more important than the last meeting with the Federation? I remember that the Smith family sent a family elder to represent them last time."

Wigg smiled bitterly. Horn was definitely an old noble with excellent manners, but for some reason, as his son, Roddy always had a scoundrel look on his face. Even if he were to take the position of Patriarch now, there wouldn't be any change in him. However, Wigg had to admit that this man's style matched his battle prowess, so he had a unique charm.

"Mr. Roddy, stop teasing me." It wasn't a secret for Wigg to pursue Windsor Belo in the upper echelons of the aristocracy. He wasn't surprised that Roddy would joke about it and imply reproach, "Last time, big brother and I really had important matters to attend to. In fact, big brother and I only had respect for Beskard and Master Horn." This is not a compliment, but my sincere words from the bottom of my heart. "If it were someone else, the members of the clan would have to protect them, but I believe no one can be as decisive and carefree as Lord Horn."

"We have become accustomed to taking interest as the starting point, and we have always warned our descendants to deal with facts rationally and weigh everything against the interests of the family. But we have forgotten that there are some things that cannot be considered with interest and rationality, and those cold numbers bury our bloodlust. Lord Horn has reminded us of many things about the Iron Prison. "One of the things is that family members should be above benefits. This is the foundation of a family!" Wigg said solemnly.

Roddy put away his cynical smile and nodded at Vig. "Isn't this Mr. Wigg and Mr. Roddy?" Another voice sounded.

Wigg shrugged helplessly and turned around, "Mr. Main, nice to meet you."

It was Maine, and Alexander's reputation and assets had fallen to rock bottom as a result of Beskard's blow. However, the skinny camel was bigger than the horse, and Alexander was still barely in the upper echelons of the aristocracy. Otherwise, he would not have seen Maine here today. Roddy and the others were currently in the Venus Hotel's top clubhouse. Today, some of the nobles from the upper echelons would come here to watch Mobit's speech live. Secondly, they would determine the president's attitude towards the Federation. This would bring about the future of the various families. Therefore, there were not many people present today.

Wigg and Main exchanged a few words and found an excuse to leave. The Smiths and Alexander had some cooperative relationship. Roddy knew that Wigg's words just now came from the bottom of his heart, but respect was due to respect. People like Wigg would not offend Maine because of such personal feelings, so it was perfectly normal for him to choose to leave. Maine walked over with a goblet in his hand and smiled, "Mr. Roddy doesn't look very well. It seems like the family's affairs aren't going well."

'"Please take care of me, Mr. Main. I'm curious, is the Alexandrian family doing well now? Otherwise, why would Mr. Main have the time to take care of me instead of focusing more on the family?"

Roddy purposely patted his head and said, "Oh, I forgot. I've been so busy lately that I forgot to take care of your Alexandrian family. No wonder Mr. Main looked so relaxed that it made me unhappy."

Maine's face turned green with anger. He didn't expect Roddy to openly threaten him on such an occasion. He immediately said angrily, "Roddy, what do you mean?"

"Obviously, I haven't forgotten what the Alexander Clan has done, so revenge against you is coming one after another. At least I won't stop here."

"With just you, Roddy?" Maine sneered, "If Mr. Horn was still here, I would have thought more about the weight of your words. But it's just you …"

"It's just that I can already beat your eggs out. If you don't believe me, you can try." Roddy grinned again, "Besides, I'm the Patriarch now. If I want to deal with you, I'll just let Fuding take action. Has Mr. Main forgotten that when Fuding recorded the black sun in the Garden of Eden, you were scared out of your wits?"

Maine's face suddenly burst into fiery heat, and he even heard a few soft laughs. He glared at Roddy hatefully. It would be beneath his dignity to curse at someone on such an occasion. With Roddy's current strength, it was even more difficult to deal with him with just three punches and two kicks. Either way, he was the only one who suffered a loss. What was hateful was that Roddy had always been famous for being reckless and rascal. He wasn't afraid of losing face for Maine. If we keep on pestering him, Maine will only suffer, so the Alexander Patriarch pretends to ignore you, then turns around and leaves.

But with the reflection of the glass, he saw Roddy raise his middle finger at him without caring about his image. Maine was so angry that he almost vomited blood, so he walked faster.

Roddy snorted and turned to look at the big screen. Now that the screen had turned to Goldwing Avenue, one could see the President's convoy slowly moving into the street. Mobit's carriage hoisted up and the President stood up to greet the people on both sides with a smile, earning enough affinity points.

Five fast warships slowly flew past Goldwing Avenue to escort the convoy. Apart from that, snipers had already been set up on both sides of the street. On the ground, there were guards sent by the Black Wing Legion, and many experts from the army had been planted in order to ensure their safety. The entire Babylon was on high alert. No airships were allowed to enter or leave. Any airships that violated the rules did not need to warn them to attack to prevent the Gate of Freedom from causing trouble.

But even with all the preparations, the president's convoy hadn't even crossed a quarter of the street when a window on the top floor of a building on the left was shattered, and a portable light cannon platform was pushed out, and then the cannon platform launched an attack on the convoy below. Even Roddy was stunned by the sudden accident. On both sides of the screen, such assembled turrets were knocked out one after another, and they exploded wildly on both sides of Goldwing Avenue.

Screams rang out on the screen. When the airships and ground troops in the sky began to counterattack, the live broadcast was interrupted. Only Roddy and the other nobles looked at each other.

The streets of Goldwing were in a mess.

The sudden attack made people completely lose their minds. The noble people of Babylon hurriedly squeezed out, but today's event was crowded with so many onlookers that the entire block was packed with people. How could it be so easy to suddenly evacuate? The soldiers of the Black Wing Legion were busy evacuating the people as well as retaliating.

In the chaos, a little girl was pushed down and was about to be stepped on by the people behind her. Suddenly, someone flashed by her side. By the time the little girl regained her composure, she had already been sent to the corner of the street. Vincent pushed the little girl and said, "Hurry up and leave." The little girl hurriedly left. Vincent whispered, "Start the second phase."

"Yes sir."

Five flying ships were shooting at the cannon platforms in many buildings when one of them suddenly turned the muzzle and opened fire on the friend aircraft. Before the pilots on the two nearby airships could react, the airships had already been swept down. Two flying ships fell out of control. One of them flew obliquely towards Goldwing Street. The ship's hull brushed past several buildings, shattering countless glass and walls, and scattering onto the ground. The airship finally crashed into a business building two blocks away, blowing up two floors. The other one landed in the direction of Dawn Square. However, before it could fall, a fireball lit up and detonated in mid-air. However, it was the experts of the army on the ground who took action.

Chaos is still raging.

In the midst of the chaos, Vincent approached the President's convoy as a federal soldier. He even opened fire on gunmen from both sides of the convoy, killing two people. Pushing away a soldier, Vincent saw Alan. He left the convoy under the protection of a group of elite soldiers and was moving towards a shopping mall on the main street. At this moment, several auras appeared out of thin air, flashing past the crowd of Light Concealment Society's experts. In the group protecting Alan, two men dressed as soldiers suddenly exploded with anger and greeted the experts of Light Concealment Society. Both sides immediately engaged in a fierce fight.

Vincent had already arrived nearby, and Alan's guards had killed a few more. The officer in charge of the command team saw Vincent and waved his hand to ask him to help. This was exactly what Vincent wanted. He lowered his head as much as he could and wandered out of sight of Alan. Finally, the team moved downstairs to the mall. The moment he entered the mall, Vincent suddenly exploded with all his might, relying on the opportunity for the light to change from bright to dark.

By the time the commander reacted, the remaining elite soldiers were hanged by Vincent almost at the same time. At this moment, Vincent's hand had already pierced into Alan's body, cutting off his spine. When Alan fell, Vincent was relieved by the look of terror on the man's face.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the commander, causing the officer's head to explode. After all this, Vincent was about to leave when Alan's voice sounded, "Hello, Mr. Vincent."

Vincent was stunned. He was sure that Alan had turned into a corpse, but his voice came from the corpse. Vincent crouched down and groped around Alan. Finally, he pulled a button. A voice came from the button, "Speaking of which, I should have buttoned. Just as I finished speaking, a row of glass windows in the building across the street exploded. A figure shot out from inside and quickly descended. In midair, the man shouted," For the West Family! "

"For the Pulan Clan!"

"For the Manwitt family!"

Vincent was sure that those people weren't his subordinates. Thinking back to what had just been said in the button, Vincent let out a muffled snort. He knew that he had been tricked. The one who died under his feet was definitely Alan's substitute. As for those who shouted their family names, they were probably related to Alan's so-called plan.

He crushed the button and shouted in his headset, "Let's go. Follow the route we planned earlier. This is a trap! A trap!"

Not far from Goldwing Avenue, Alan was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. He put down his binoculars and threw a walkie-talkie at his feet to explode. "Trap? That's right, but this trap isn't for you, Vincent. Now that Light Concealment Society has turned from dark to bright, I'm not afraid of you at all. I'm worried about another hidden danger. And this is for them …"

"And after today, no one can stop me from succeeding. Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you, Mr. Vincent."

He turned around and said to the assistant not far away, "Let's go. The battle over there should be almost over."

The assistant asked carefully, "Sir, are you still going to Dawn Square?"

"Of course, the speech will not be cancelled for any reason. Unless I die, but it looks like I won't die today." Alan laughed and strode out of the room.

At the Venus Hotel's top clubhouse, important aristocrats, including Wigg and Main, surrounded the big screen. Roddy had already cut open another cigar and gulped, "What's going on? The West, Prince and Manwitt clans attacked the presidential convoy in public, so why didn't we get any news in advance?"

"This is a trap for us," Wigg smiled bitterly.

"I have to go back first. Looks like I'll be busy for a while." Maine suddenly said. His expression was serious, and he wasn't even in the mood to compete with Roddy.

Roddy pondered, "Mr. Wigg means that someone set us up. Will those people …"

"No, I'm sure they are from those three families. After today, our relationship with the Federation will be so bad that we can no longer find a way down the stairs like last time. The only difference is that the Federation was wrong last time, and this time, it is obvious that we can't explain it anymore." Wigg also nodded to the people around him and said, "I'll take my leave first. Today's incident is very bad. I need to go back immediately to discuss countermeasures with my big brother."

Even the Smith Clan of the three great clans were so cautious. One could tell how terrible it was for three clan members to suddenly appear today to attack the President's convoy. Roddy sighed and looked out the window. "Father, you tried everything you could to delay the relationship between the Federation and the nobles, but now it seems that everything was in vain."

An hour later, the president's speech was still held in Dawn Square. Only then did people realize that there was only a presidential substitute in the motorcade. Three days after Alan's Morbit berated the mastermind of the attack, a huge piece of news spread across Babylon. Since the nobles had openly attacked the President of the Federation, they had already torn apart the bottom line of coexistence between the Federation and the nobles. Under the Federal Constitution, this situation would be considered the greatest crisis in the Federation. In the face of this crisis, in order to ensure that the Federation can smoothly overcome, the inaugural President of the Federation will unconditionally succeed. Hence, Mobius had the right to succeed him, which left Leylou, who was the hottest candidate, dumbfounded.

Following that, the Federation and the nobles began to negotiate repeatedly, but in the end, they failed. A month later, the federal government imposed constitutional martial law in Babylon and ordered all families to evacuate the island to avoid misunderstandings or more serious accidents.

At this point, the relationship between the Federation and the nobles finally broke down!

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