Chapter 151 - 151 151 The Fading Campaign (Second Update)

151: Chapter 151: The Fading Campaign (Second Update) 151: Chapter 151: The Fading Campaign (Second Update) “How far do you think the Dark Meteor Sea is from the transit country of Planet Tyboken?”

Irelia immediately asked.

“It’s not far, right nearby!

Wait, could this competition actually be the Fade Battle?”

Begfin’s expression instantly turned pale.

Irelia also frowned and calmly spoke.

“In the old calendar year of 4531, the transit country of Tyboken was attacked by the Chilami Clan, and the Planet Tyboken was in a state of semi-occupation.

The reigning King of Tyboken, Abosa, sent out an emergency request for aid to the Federation Government.

The Federation Government urgently deployed the 4th level Mother Ship Dhumu, 3rd level Battleship Rock Shield, and 3rd level Battleship Wind Shadow from their patrol in the Dark Meteor Sea to support Planet Tyboken.

Does that sound about right?”

“Reasonable, but I remember that in the Fade Battle, everyone who went to help was killed.

How could we be chosen for this battlefield?”

Begfin said with a bitter smile.

“Not everyone died; one escape ship managed to get away with a single survivor.”

“What difference does that make?

If it’s like that, we might as well sit here and rot, we might live a little longer.

Wait for those two schools to be annihilated, and we might win directly.”

“Do you think the authorities would create such an obvious bug for us to exploit?”

Irelia asked calmly.

“No, are there any time limits?”

Begfin stroked his chin and asked.

“Who still remembers when that sole survivor was rescued?”

Irelia then posed a very tricky question.

“We can’t recall that.”

Begfin responded, looking at each other.

“March 16, 4531, at 7 a.m., the only survivor of Tyboken was rescued.

The entire nation was wiped out, and it later disappeared into the long river of history.

It’s now 3 p.m.

on March 15, 4531, which means we have at most 16 hours.”

Irelia provided a precise answer.

“Calculate immediately how long it will take to reach the transit country of Planet Tyboken from here.”

Oliver turned his head at once and asked his colleague who was operating the ship.

“Understood, calculating now!”

…

“The calculation is complete.

If we initiate superluminal flight, the fastest estimated time is 2 hours and 10 minutes to arrive.”

The operator quickly gave a precise response.

“Relay my orders, immediately designate a group of people to take over the 3rd level Battleship Rock Shield and the 3rd level Battleship Wind Shadow and retrieve them to the mother ship.

At the same time, correct the course, and we depart for the transit country of Planet Tyboken in forty minutes.

We are pressed for time, no time to delay, the sooner we arrive, the better the situation will be for us.”

Irelia replied very clearly.

“Understood.”

Begfin and the others replied with grave expressions.

…

Federation Government Administrative Building·Dawn Hall 2.

Gakels, Farren, Alicia, and others, all sat on mechanical chairs.

Projected onto the conference table were the real-time images of the participating students from the three schools.

At this moment, both Bikong Academy·Asilofa and Amensk College·Deerken had groups of command students gathered in the command room, researching the competition tasks.

So far, they hadn’t guessed how exactly this inter-school competition was supposed to be fought.

However, within the image presented by Imperial Court Academy, Begfin’s expression changed, and he spoke up.

“It’s close, nearby!

Wait, could this competition be about the Secret Battle?”

When City Lord·Gakels heard the term “Secret Battle,” his complexion drastically changed; he had never imagined that the artificial intelligence would generate the Secret Battle.

Farren and Alicia also revealed expressions of great surprise.

“The theme of this competition is actually the Secret Battle?”

….

Xiao Lie and the others were also taken aback.

At that moment, Gakels abruptly stood up from his chair and, with a stern face, issued a command.

“Stop the competition!”

As soon as Gakels said these words, everyone in the meeting hall was shocked, their eyes turning towards him in bewilderment.

It was the first time they had seen Vice Chairman Gakels lose his composure like this.

“No, the competition has already begun, and the public is watching; how can it be stopped just like that?”

Farren immediately spoke out against Gakels’ suggestion.

“Exactly, Gakels, why are you reacting so violently?

Could it be that the Secret Battle has some unspoken secret?”

Alicia turned her head to look at Gakels.

“There’s no unspoken secret.

The battle was too brutal, not suitable as the content of the competition,”

Gakels’ expression changed as he forcefully retorted.

Of course, he wouldn’t tell the crowd that this battle couldn’t be made public; if the scenario of that time was recreated and they managed to reach the end, the covered-up historical truth would be exposed to the public eye.

“Gakels, do you think we will believe you?

The Secret Battle from that year, to this point, all the related archives are sealed away, and we have asked you many times why that battle was fought.

The Federation has never given a straightforward answer, always fobbing us off with pleas for alliance assistance.”

Farren replied with a scoff.

He had always been brooding over what happened back then, and now that the Federation had let the matter slip, he was eager to see what these people had been hiding.

“Farren is right, don’t try to fend us off with such childish excuses.

Planet Tyboken, our ally, is indeed important, but have you ever seen anyone dispatch so many fleets to their death in such a frenzy just to save an insignificant ally?

Moreover, where did all the people who were rescued end up going?”

Alicia followed with her questioning.

Gakels’ face grew darker as the situation became increasingly dire.

Sensing the two tigers smelling blood, unwilling to let go, he stated resolutely.

“The details of the Secret Battle have been clearly explained by the Federation.

What I’m talking about now is the competition.

Stop it immediately, and change the battle theme to the Earth Flame Star battle.”

“Gakels, although you have been in charge of political affairs for nearly a century, don’t forget, we are Vice Chairmen just like you.

If you want to stop the competition, it’s not something you can decide alone; it needs to be put to a vote,”

Farren replied unyieldingly.

Gakels then looked towards Xiao Lie and the others, yet unexpectedly, instead of simply watching the drama unfold, they each began to speak up.

“Lord Gakels, we also feel that the competition cannot be stopped.

It would damage the Federation’s reputation and be a blow to the prestige of all three schools.

Plus, we would like to see what the Secret Battle is really like, considering the Federation Government urgently mobilized every fleet around the Star Sea near Planet Tyboken, sparing no cost for the rescue.

Many of those fleets were ours, and we too would like to pay homage to their heroic deeds.”

It was known that in the Secret Battle, all the fleets called to action never made it back alive.

The Federation had issued orders in a frenzy, commanding everyone to rescue at any cost.

After so many years of unexplained deaths, anyone would want to know the truth.