The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450 The Cold Fared War God

Chapter 450 The Gold–Faced War God

Cristian paused briefly.

“Then my cannons will help bring you down.”

His voice was colder than the winter wind, chilling people straight through to the bone.

A burst of chaotic arguing erupted from the Fifth Military’s command ship.

Some were furious, some were terrified, and some were cursing under their breath.

But 3 minutes was far too short. Too’short for them to come up with any countermeasure at all.

2 minutes and 30 seconds later, the first black warship began descending.

Then came the second, the third….

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One after another, the ships lowered themselves to the ground like tamed beasts, slowly landing on the barren plains outside the spaceport.

Until finally, not a single Fifth Military ship remained in the sky.

Only then did the First Military fleet begin moving.

The crimson warships descended gradually, forming an enormous encirclement above the farm.

Their blazing red hulls stood out brilliantly beneath the sunlight, cannon ports still locked in alert formation and aimed directly at the black warships below.

Then the largest command ship slowly descended into the main docking berth of the spaceport.

The hatch opened.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath.

A figure stepped out from inside.

Sunlight spilled behind him, outlining his silhouette in a faint layer of gold.

He wore a silver-white commander’s combat uniform, the impeccably tailored military attire fitting perfectly against his tall, lean frame. The general’s stars upon his shoulders gleamed brilliantly beneath the sun.

The belt at his waist emphasized the powerful lines of his figure, while polished military boots struck the ground with steady precision.

His features were sharp and striking. He has deep–set eyes, a high nose bridge, brows like blades, and thin lips lightly pressed together in an expression of innate distance and restraint.

His eyes were a pale amber color, cool and clear beneath the sunlight. Wherever that gaze swept, people instinctively lowered their

heads.

Even the way he walked carried a soldier’s rhythm. Unhurried, controlled, yet accompanied by an invisible pressure that pressed

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Chapter 450 The Cold–Faced War God

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against everyone around him.

Cristian Hewitt.

The youngest general in the First Military. The son of Commander Hewitt. The cold faced waf god of countless young women’s dreams across the kingdom.

Elizabeth watche

At least jud

Crist

roach step by step, and suddenly, a tiny thought surfaced in her mind. He’s actually really handsome.

alone, the genetic matching system hadn’t completely failed her. (2

of her.

Sad taller than she was. When he lowered his gaze to look at her, the sunlight behind him cast a faint shadow

rhead up to meet his eyes.

ided in midair.

old and distant, and the other is bright and cunning.

eyes lingered on her face for a second. Then…

ner of his lips moved ever so slightly.

motion was so brief that Elizabeth almost thought she had imagined it.

she hadn’t missed the flicker that crossed his eyes.

What was that?

Worry? Reproach? And also…

Before Elizabeth could think further, Cristian had already shifted his gaze away.

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He looked toward Deon, toward the visibly uneasy soldiers of the Fifth Military, and toward the black warships in the distance.

Then he spoke, his tone still icy and detached. “Hello. I’m Cristian.” His gaze settled on Deon. “Are you the commanding officer here? I’ll give you one hour. Write a complete report explaining the basis for today’s actions. If you fail to finish it…”

He paused.

“Then stay here

Deon’s fac

ta single word came out of his mouth.

Cristia

ot longer than before.

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Chapter 448 We Stand Together

Ne one spoke.

No one screamed.

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They simply walked forward in silence. Step by step Toward Elizabeth.

More and more people gathered

Hundreds.

Then thousands.

They stopped behind Elizabeth, forming a silent human wall.

The elderly stood on trembling legs. The young clenched their fists. Women held their children close wide the little ones peered up at the sky from behind the adults.

Their faces showed fear, anxiety, and dread. But not a single one of them retreated.

Deon stared blankly at the scene, his throat suddenly tightening.

Did these people even understand what they were doing?

Those were military warships overhead.

One shot from those cannons would reduce this entire place to ashes.

And yet they still came forward.

All for that woman.

“Mr. Rose, take everyone back,” Elizabeth suddenly said, sounding faintly helpless.

Adam shook his head firmly.

“Ms. Schofield, we’re not leaving. If we die, we die together.”

Then, more and more voices rose, joining the cry.

“That’s right! We die together!”

“Protect the farm!”

“Protect Ms. Schofield!”

Deon’s team members exchanged pale–faced glances.

They had seen battlefields. They had seen death. They had witnessed countless horrifying scenes. But never this.

A group of elderly farmers, toddlers barely old enough to walk, women still wearing aprons…. All standing beneath military warships, shouting that they would die together.

Elizabeth let out a quiet sigh.

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Chapter 451 The Fleet Departed in Disgrace

Chapter 451 The Fleet Departed in Disgrace

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“Everyone,” Cristian said calmly, “the First Military will absolutely provide a satisfactory explanation for today’s incident. Please rest assured. Tycoon Farm is operating legally and within regulations. There will be no problems.”

A wave of cheers immediately erupted from the crowd.

“Long live the First Military!”

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