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Chapter 1189: Chapter 699: The Eternal Regret, Breaking the Seal_1

Chapter 1189 -699: The Eternal Regret, Breaking the Seal_1

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The great enemy attacked, and everyone called Nico Ross’s name several times in a row, but without receiving the slightest response.

Edgar, consumed with anger, steered his Beetle and slammed it into Nico Ross’s with force, “Bastard!”

Nico Ross’s Beetle staggered from the impact, wobbling in place for a moment and almost falling to the ground.

At the same time, Sophie Lee angrily scolded Edgar, “What are you doing? The captain just lost his family, can’t he have a moment to collect himself?”

Edgar retorted, “I lost my twin brother last month, and I didn’t see it affect me!”

John shook his head, “Stop fighting, there’s no point. Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. The question now is, what do we do?”

The three turned their gaze to Mata, whose eyes fell on Nico Ross.

Mata shrugged, “I don’t know either. With the speed of the Anti-gravity Centipede, we cannot successfully escape back to the base after being targeted. In fact, even if we do manage to, we might just end up implicating others.”

“So…” Edgar furrowed his brow.

Mata: “So, we have to risk it all. We have no choice.”

Everyone’s gaze returned to Nico Ross, but no one spoke.

In fact, everyone knew in their heart that whether the captain was awake or unconscious, able or unable to act, as long as they encountered the Anti-gravity Centipede, the outcome was determined then and there.

The team that had previously been wiped out by the Anti-gravity Centipede may have ranked low, but its Beetle’s performance was far superior to that of the Flying Tiger Team. Moreover, their combat skills and experience in resisting the enemy were also far superior to the Flying Tiger Team.

Everyone knew there was no hope.

But to lose like this left a bitter taste.

They couldn’t help but think how nice it would be if the captain could recover and put up at least some resistance.

“Sigh.”

The four sighed in unison.

Meanwhile, inside Nico Ross’s heart, a storm was brewing.

The time rewound to one minute ago when Nico Ross had just turned off the war footage and finished talking to himself.

The instant he confirmed that the direct perpetrator was the Glenoid Tribe Evolutionary Form, his anger and hatred finally found a clear direction, like a flood bursting the bank and a waterfall crashing down from above, brutally striking his heart.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was destined by fate, that he realized he was currently on a mission on Glenoid Tribe Star.

The fact that the murderer was nearby amplified the intensity of his inner turmoil.

More fragmented images, like a carousel of slides, spewed forth from the fledgling tree within his consciousness.

Unlike before, the previous images were mostly of stories Nico Ross had not “personally experienced.” They were like rootless duckweed. This time, in addition to these “memories of others”, there were many more of Nico Ross’s real experiences.

Most were related to his parents, Roger Baker and Emma Lee.

Like when Nico was only a few months old, the silhouette of his parents heading to the battlefield on a transport ship; or when he was a little older, just after his first birthday, guided by an even younger Nora Camp, learning to call the people on the other side of the video chat “Daddy and Mommy”, and then “Sister”; and as he grew and truly understood the meaning of having parents, he was drooling and happily watching Emma cook for him through remote control…

There was also the recent memory of chatting with Roger Baker and Emma Lee over dinner after breaking free from the Force-Feeding Artifact.

In the traditional sense, Nico Ross did not receive proper companionship from his parents in his growth process. These few snippets could not even form a complete timeline, and most were distant video chats.

Nico also recalled that he had imagined their deaths many times in the past.

In this era, as an ordinary person, one should have a clear understanding of death.

People living in the frontline star zone can’t guarantee that they would be alive in 24 hours, let alone frontline soldiers.

So, Nico often fantasized, what if he woke up one day to find out that his parents or Nora Camp had perished?

He had even looked up many psychological and sociological files related to this scenario.

He had clearly seen in the books that once humans possessed the Destiny Covenant Mark, they would have a powerful psychological defense mechanism capable of effectively resisting such sudden psychological shocks.

He used to believe that, but when it actually happened to him, he realized that what was written in the books was nothing but lies spun by unscrupulous scholars to deceive people.

At this moment, Nico Ross did not know that another source of his anger lay within his subconscious, where the tree in his heart was experiencing the taste of losing and regaining, only to lose again.

If he had never had it, he would not have regretted losing it.

But now the regret was a fait accompli, and it could never be bridged.

The cause of this regret was the Glenoid Tribe.

Damn Glenoid Tribe.

In that instant, overwhelming emotions arose within Nico Ross’s heart like a towering inferno, incinerating everything in its path, beyond control.

Accompanied by the sound of tearing, the large net in his heart that was covering the seedling broke apart.

This meant that the last remaining influence of the Destiny Covenant Mark in his heart was finally shattered.