I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 1033: Chapter 632: Taking Responsibility_3 Chapter 1033: Chapter 632: Taking Responsibility_3 In the end, 顶峰 died at the hands of Tiffany Bell, and the other children of the old generals had to fight against one another, brothers slaying brothers.

These “children” with the same “father” fought even more desperately on the battlefield than others to prove their convictions and dispel the doubts of their comrades.

When they encountered each other, they showed no mercy and killed each other mercilessly.

During the most intense combat, the old generals who had been away from the frontlines for decades personally took up arms again, retracing their glory days as S-class Warriors, and killed two of their “children” who they once harshly criticized, saying, “If you two bastards don’t train well, you’ll end up dying on the battlefield someday.” No one knew how painful it was for the old man at that time.

In the end, the casualties of the old general’s children were particularly heavy compared to others, dropping from thousands to less than a thousand.

Even now, whether they joined the Free Will Alliance before or stayed by the old general’s side, the old general’s children are still unable to come out of their psychological shadows.

He certainly has reason to be angry.

It took more than ten seconds for the people nearby to finally hold the old general back. Dylan Mitchell was beaten beyond recognition and completely unconscious.

“Put Dylan into the Medical Cabin next to us. The meeting will continue.”

Quentin Cooper landed on his platform using a flat flying vehicle and gave the order.

The situation was a bit chaotic, but things needed to be wrapped up, and the meeting had to go on.

Quentin Cooper was feeling very anxious at the moment.

Before coming here, he had prepared a lot of words and made enough mental preparations, but Dylan Mitchell’s intervention had completely disrupted his plans.

Now that Dylan Mitchell had “confessed,” Quentin Cooper could not afford to implicate himself as well.

It wasn’t that he didn’t dare to take responsibility, but now that Dylan Mitchell had fallen, if Quentin Cooper also fell, the fleet would lose its backbone.

In the other successors, they couldn’t find anyone who had both the ability and prestige to lead the entire fleet, at least for the time being.

On one side, Dylan Mitchell’s treatment was progressing rapidly. With the help of the Actual Energy treatment device, the injuries on his face and body were healing quickly and visibly.

On the other side, the official agenda of the meeting began. The newly appointed Administrative Manager stated, “Dylan Mitchell bravely admitted his mistake. However, the loss he caused to the fleet is indeed enough to be sentenced to death. I think we should not refuse his request. We must give everyone an explanation.”

“I think we need to reconsider,” the speaker replied. “None of our successors have demonstrated military command capabilities comparable to Dylan Mitchell. There are only seventy years left before we reach the Galactic Center, and we may not have time to cultivate a second commander, so we should give him a chance to redeem himself and correct his mistakes. Although he is wrong, his original intention is not a betrayal…”

“I think…”

The meeting, which was originally thought to be one-sided, unexpectedly showed divergence.

About ten minutes later, after the majority of people had expressed their opinions, Quentin Cooper first put his hand down to signal for silence, then turned to the old general and asked, “General Green, what do you think?”

General Green snorted through his nose and said through gritted teeth, “I can’t wait for him to die.”

As soon as General Green said this, the expressions of those who wanted to spare Dylan Mitchell’s life dimmed, and they thought it’s over.

“But he can’t die yet. We are all halfway into the grave already. After this ordeal, I really dare not freeze myself anymore. I have to stay awake to watch these ungrateful bastards and prevent more chaos. So I can only live for another thirty or fifty years, not long enough to see the day we reach the Galactic Center.”

“You guys are all about the same, but someone has to take over the overall situation, right? Nora Camp is a good choice. But according to the virtual history records, Nora Camp’s abilities won’t take shape until 3015. There’s still a twenty-five-year gap in between. Who else can we count on besides him?”

“I’ve already beaten him up once, so I’m not that angry anymore. Give him forced cryo, and let him out after I die. As long as I don’t see him again, I can bear the pain. I’m a military man, and I won’t sacrifice the overall situation for my personal desires.”