Chapter 217: The Fruit of Victory

Chapter 217: The Fruit of Victory

Yuri Olov did not go with Elder Dorr. What happened to Vitali just now made his mood drop to the bottom. He just walked aimlessly accompanied by some B-1 robots.

There are bullets and assault rifles scattered all over the floor, used and unused, everywhere, like garbage, and several guns can be stepped on with one foot.

The remaining members of the techno movement are still saving the wounded, and although the corpses are strewn across the field, they are still enthusiastic. Seeing Yuri passing by, they greeted him with smiles.

"Hi Mr. Santa Claus!"

"Thank you Santa!"

"You gave us a wonderful future...Mr. Santa Claus."

Yuri smiled stiffly, walking towards the direction of the battlefield.

On the other side of the battlefield, the corpses of Presbyterian soldiers were piled up 50 meters in front of the technical movement front, almost forming a wall of corpses. These soldiers are not brave. In fact, it is a military miracle to be able to persist until 50% of the casualties are broken.

But the technological gap is insurmountable...

On the side of the technical movement, there were also a large number of corpses lying on the ground. According to preliminary estimates, there were also 70,000 to 8,000 casualties. The wounded who hadn't had time to deal with them were still groaning in the pile of corpses, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke came to their nostrils...

Yuri saw that the peasant woman who ran back to ask for the second weapon also fell to the ground. A long feathered arrow was stuck in her chest, and it came out from the back of her heart, and blood flowed all over the ground. Her eyes are wide open and her expression is painful. Being shot by a bow and arrow is definitely a painful process because it will make people die slowly in pain.

Yuri sighed, knelt down to help her close her eyes, and said softly, "Thank you for coming..." Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

He didn't say something like rest in peace, because he understood that such a person cannot go to heaven, including himself...

Then he stood up, his eyes began to become firm, and he said to the T-850 bodyguard next to him: "Prepare a hoverbike, let's go to Tekafu City. I should hold this fruit of victory in my hands!"

Elder Dorr continued: "Do you know about nuclear fusion? Forget it, you probably don't know. Nuclear fusion can easily provide energy for the entire planet, and the reaction waste produced is just water, or in other words, it's not even waste. Clean, and powerful...a beautiful future is already in front of you, but you actually reject this change for your own selfishness? Stupid!!"

"In the final analysis, you are just here to let you sit in the position of the Great Elder!! Any bright future is a high-sounding excuse!!" The current Great Elder said sharply.

Elder Dorr sneered, "In order to shoulder the important task of leading the progress of Planet Cerea, I am obliged to do so."

He was so straightforward that the elders were in an uproar.

But Elder Dorr went on to say: "But I didn't come here for this. I am willing to hand over the position of Great Elder to my son. He is enlightened and wise enough to be qualified for this position. And I am willing to go to the Galactic Republic, join the Senate of the Republic, and seek the benefit of our planet on another occasion!"

"This is your wolfish ambition! You are... this is usurping power!!!" The elder was furious, stood up and pointed at Dorr's nose and began to curse.

"Can you stop it?" Elder Dorr squinted at him and asked lightly.

The Great Elder's face turned livid, and he pointed at Dorr tremblingly, but couldn't say a word, and then he had to sit down slumped.

"Then, since no one else objects, let's start the nominal election. The only candidate for the Great Elder is my son..." Dorr was so satisfied that he was about to declare his victory.

However, a loud voice came from the door.

"I object!!"

With a bang, the heavy door of the Presbyterian Church Hall was pushed open, and a tall and straight figure walked in.

Impressively...

One of the Supreme Council of the Twelve of the Jedi Order, the Cerea, GrandMaster Ki-Adi-Mundi!