The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 A Desperate Gamble

“Nathan, what happened? What the hell happened?” Fenix asked, his heart dropping.

Finished

The soldier called Nathan Cole let out a heavy sigh. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “The Swarmborn

directly at m

The casu

mn those things. They… they evolved a new attack pattern. A shockwave aimed

1. r. We were completely unprepared. The first time we ran into it, we got hit hard. utal.”

Fe

hacks. Those were far more troub

ately rushed toward the medical w soldier like him struggling to brea ny of them didn’t look badly hurt

heir faces were pale, veins bulging ing through their minds. Their ey

me next.

The kingdom’s laws were ruthless cores collapsed and could no lo only one fate–exile.

Even though First Militar terms for wounded ver environments and ar

meant.

nd far more terrifying, than physical injuries.

sight that met his eyes left even a battle- des lay in their hospital beds, faces he knew

bodies twitching uncontrollably from the agony in, confusion, and even a trace of despair for what

ppled by injury, especially those whose mental power duty of defending the kingdom, usually ended up with

ommand, did everything it could to secure the best possible as placing them on relatively safer exile planets with tolerable eries of basic supplies, that still didn’t change what exile really

It meant being

frontier plane

“Melton

from society, and left to spend the rest of your life on a barren nd unknown dangers.

wo neighboring beds, his voice trembling.

embers of his squad, brothers who’d gone through life and death with

ually quick on his feet and always smiling, now had his eyes squeezed shut old sweat soaking his hair.

al power damage monitor showed a horrifying number–79. Just one step 80, the point where mental power collapse was considered irreversible.

dub

ext bed over, was built like a tank and served as the squad’s heavy firepower, but now mded beast. Every rough breath he drew was laced with pain, and his damage level had

ix, Melton painfully managed

too bad… looks like I probal

d casual, but the tree

than crying. His voice was weak

vou anymore.

erneath.

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Chapter 205 A Desperate Gamble

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Daniel was even more direct. “Fuck… I’d rather have one arm bitten off by those bugs than go through this. Feels like my skull’s full of needles.”

He tried to act like he didn’t care, but the hand clutching the bedsheet, knuckles pale with strain, betrayed

him.

The other soldiers gathered nearby, the ones with lighter injuries or mostly physical wounds, stood around in grim silence. No one spoke. But the pain of watching brothers–in–arms slide inch by inch toward the abyss, while being powerless to stop it, was written clearly across every face there.

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