The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 599 - 592 Fallen Flower

The pristine white tablecloth concealed the worn state of the table, and the bright red azaleas in the vase caught the eye. The azaleas were at the tail end of their blooming season, so the blossoms had a withered look, but the unknown small white flowers scattered around a few of the azaleas lent a forlorn beauty to the cluster of flowers on the brink of decay.

The withering beauty of the flowers, placed amidst the decrepit, grim, and hopeless atmosphere of the dilapidated airport building, displayed an unusual harmony.

However, when Nate sat behind that table, the painting-like sense of tragic beauty was spoiled, as his aura didn’t match the encompassing sense of impending doom and decay.

With a face as stony and expressionless as a sculpture, Nate spoke in a calm and plain manner, "What’s going on."

Sirte was covered in dust; it adorned his hair and clothes, and his cracked lips, as well as the white stains on his clothes from being soaked then dried, all indicated his frantic urgency.

"Ram is planning to commit suicide; he’s going to launch a kamikaze attack! He has used the Solar System Company’s core force of eight thousand people as bait to cover for their group of eight’s final strike!"

Expressions crossed Nate’s face, and he leaned forward involuntarily as he spoke gravely, "What happened!"

"The Aliens are about to release the virus for the second time, and this virus will be devastating. Ram must seize the Ark of the Covenant from Djibouti before the Serpent People release the virus. But there are at least a hundred thousand people in Djibouti, and besides, the Sanitation Worker has airplanes; they’ve regained their air combat capabilities."

Nate placed his hands on the table and stared intently at Sirte, "Continue!"

"Ram is leading all the special forces on a suicide mission. He has prepared two nuclear bombs and plans to detonate them on site if the situation turns unfavorable. He also..."

Nate raised a hand, cutting him off with a grave tone, "Get to the point!"

"Well, Ram said if they fail, everything he sought to protect is up to you now. If he fails, then it’s all on you."

Nate’s lips were pressed tightly together, his hand on the table involuntarily clenched, and then he continued, "Time, tell me the time!"

"From the moment I learned of Ram’s plan, I tried to contact you via radio. When I found it impossible, Cross and I decided he would stay in Malakal to keep trying while I set off immediately to see you. I brought seven people, drove three cars, and it took us fifty-two hours to get here."

Nate demanded angrily, "I’m asking about Ram’s timeline!"

"Listen, when Ram announced his plan, he intended to launch the attack a week later. I don’t know the exact time the attack will begin, but it won’t be any earlier because he needs to complete war preparations. Then, he has to move the armored forces near Djibouti and the helicopters. He must use heavy trucks to transport the helicopters to a suitable point of assault. The area he’s in is at least a thousand kilometers from Djibouti, which means he needs at least four days on the road, he can’t possibly go any faster, at least four days!"

Nate stared intently at Sirte, then said in a deep voice, "Ram doesn’t expect to survive, does he?"

Sirte took a deep breath, looked at Nate, and said in a low voice, "This is the last stand, boss. This is his final war. If we win this battle, humanity may still have some hope, and our war with the Aliens will enter a new Chapter. If he loses, then this is truly the final conflict, and we will no longer have the right to participate in any war."

Nate fell silent, his hand opened flat and then slowly clenched into a fist.

"Ram also said that you need to start evacuating immediately, abandon Biliya, and move everyone to the Malakal Region. There are ample supplies there and complete production capacities. He said not to hesitate and to start moving immediately."

Sirte didn’t say anything particularly new, but Nate suddenly stood up and fiercely, angrily hurled the vase in front of him.

He didn’t just brush aside the vase with his palm; he turned his hand over and struck the vase directly with his fist.

So, the vase shattered before leaving the table, and the broken porcelain fragments struck the canvas; flowers danced in the air, and water dampened the tablecloth.

There were no curses, no scolding, and no superfluous movements as Nate turned around. He walked out of the tent, out of the makeshift command post set up inside the airport building.

The ceremony-loving Nate also wanted a tent for a command post inside the building, but this time, he didn’t order his adjutant to issue the command.

As Nate walked out of the tent, he suddenly roared with all his might, "Angels, assemble! Angel Mercenary Corps, urgent assembly!"

It was an urgent assembly for the Angel Mercenary Corps, just the Angels, excluding others.

One by one, people dressed in jungle camo, desert camo, tactical gear, or simply in T-shirts hurriedly ran towards Nate.

Nate stepped out of the airport building, and the members of the Angel Mercenary Corps quickly gathered behind him, keeping up.

Many were startled and whispered among themselves, the Angels wondered too, perhaps even more so, for they saw the dust-covered Sirte

It took roughly five minutes, which was a bit long, but that was because the core members of the Angel Mercenary Corps were dispersed in various places, hence the longer assembly time.

Outside the airport building, in the desert, under the scorching sun, the members of the Angel Mercenary Corps quickly assembled in front of Nate, standing in a line.

"Commander! The Angel Mercenary Corps is assembled, sir."

Nate took his hands from behind his back, lifted his head, and said in a grave voice, "Ram, along with his Satan and all special forces of the entire Solar System, as well as a portion of the armored tank units, are about to launch a suicidal attack on Djibouti."

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Nate extended a finger, waggling it in front of his eyes a few times before raising his voice slightly, "Suicidal attack is not an adjective."

This time some visibly shuddered.

Nate took a deep breath, then slowly said, "I don’t want to explain the details to you, but as the greatest enemy of my life, Ram is going to initiate a suicidal attack in humanity’s last war, and as the greatest enemy of the Angels, Satan will serve as cannon fodder to lure the enemy, vanishing in this suicidal conflict, which makes me, very angry..."

No one spoke, because Nate wasn’t finished.

Nate clenched his fist, trembling along with his shaking face.

"I am angry, I am very angry, because this may be humanity’s final battle, and how can the Angel Mercenary Corps be absent from this final battle? How can the German army not be part of it?"

After snarling his words, Nate swung his arm forcefully in front of him and bellowed with a cadence that emphasized his rage, "A war without German troops is unworthy of being the strongest fighting force of humanity! A war without our participation doesn’t deserve to be called the final battle, that damned Ram, that cowardly Ram who fears losing Satan, used Satan like a disposable bait to die!"

Nate, with spittle flying, suddenly turned his head and bellowed, "How can we possibly be absent from this battle! We can’t, we absolutely can’t let just Ram and his Satan represent the glory of humanity! No! Absolutely not!"