The Spider Queen

Chapter 516: A Painful Selection

[Memory Fragment Has Been Completed!]

Sophie blinked twice and found herself back in the endless white void. She let out a heavy sigh and thought about what she had just experienced.

Virtual reality was so eerily realistic…

It was not that Sophie had never tried virtual reality before, but it was still a technology that one would always be impressed by.

Besides it was extremely rare for a cultivator to willingly upload their memories for someone else to experience.

Or perhaps no cultivator would be keen to expose their secrets even to the ones that they trusted.

Sophie felt a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart as she realised the depth of love and trust that her father had for her.

His gift was priceless. 

The memories of the youngest god stage cultivator in the history of the Federation were worth more to some people than the value of entire planets.

Although she had to say…. her dad seemed to be quite different in his younger days…

The text on the floating holographic screen changed suddenly and new lines appeared in the center of the screen.

[Please Make A Selection…]

The hundreds of options reappeared, and Sophie decided to randomly click another one to see what was hidden inside.

[Warning! Memory Chosen May Result In Significant Discomfort!]

[Confirm Selection…]

[Yes] [No]

Sophie furrowed her brows as she saw the warning flash across the screen. 

Curiosity burned inside her heart, and she could not resist the urge to tap the [Yes] option just to see what the memory was about.

[Selection Chosen- Transferring Memory… 2%… 3%…]

[Memory Transfer Complete!]

Sophie reopened her eyes and found herself standing in what appeared to be the ruins of a mechanical city.

Huge clouds of black smoke rose up into the air and hundreds of long slender aliens with pale white skin were kneeling on the ground.

“We surrender,” an alien with a golden crown on her head spoke quietly.

“Then by the terms of the Imperial Army… we accept your surrender, and you will be treated as prisoners of war…” cold words came out of Sophie’s mouth.

She nodded at her men to search the aliens for any weapons which they quickly obeyed. 

The young Duke Peterlor was an imposing figure on the battlefield, and he was rapidly rising up the ranks of the Imperial Army.

If he did have one flaw, then it would be that he tended to allow his enemies a chance to surrender and did not attack civilians.

Officially his actions were in line with the rules and regulations set by the Imperial Army but in practice…

The simplest way to win a war was the most brutal one.

Sophie watched as her new body wandered through the destroyed city and stopped occasionally to stare at the bodies of the defenders who fought so bravely.

She bent down near one of the corpses and let out a heavy sigh. 

One of the colonies in the Sirius Star System had openly revolted against Federation rule and they were led by a terrorist organisation known as the ‘Liberators’.

The Liberators did have an appealing message to the denizens of this planet, but their actions were extreme.

You were either with them or against them and they treated their own people almost as badly as the local lord who ruled this section of the galaxy.

Suddenly Sophie’s new body stiffened, and she quickly got up from the ground and her figure disappeared from the spot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three plasma shots echoed through the destroyed city, but they missed the cowering alien who trembled in fear.

“What are you doing?” a hoarse growl left Sophie’s mouth as she held a sword to the throat of the officer who just sneered mockingly.

“General Hawkins… these are my prisoners…”

The general was a young man who was of similar age to Duke Peterlor and unlike the duke who was the only surviving member of his family…

He came from a long lineage of powerful noble houses.

“That’s funny… I thought that our mission was to eliminate Liberator extremists….” General Hawkins laughed without a care in the world.

It was as though the blade to his neck was invisible.

“Yes… but these are the surviving members of the royal family. They cannot be executed or else the uprising will only get worse,” Sophie patiently explained as if talking to a child.

She could barely conceal the irritation in her voice as she resisted the urge to slice the throat of this short-sighted fool.

“Royals? Don’t make me laugh… a mere baron from the Federation is more powerful than these miserable creatures,” General Hawkins mocked.

“But what would a bastard like you know about true nobility?”

“Hehe… are you that jealous of my talent?” Sophie’s voice oozed with arrogance and for a second the confident expression on General Hawkins’ face crumbled.

“Face it… you know deep down that you only got your position because daddy and mommy bribed the higher ups…”

“Aww…. its almost sweet… their little baby boy gets to pretend to be an officer…”

Sophie’s words were poisonous and she embarrassed the general publicly in front of the other soldiers who struggled to contain their laughter.

She opened her mouth to mock the general again when he lost control and pointed the plasma rifle at her.

“A bastard like you… a bastard like you… HOW CAN YOU BE SO STRONG?!” General Hawkins yelled angrily.

Sophie’s hand moved faster than she could react and sliced off the general’s right arm. Blood spurted out of the open wound and the general screamed in pain.

There was complete silence.

No one could believe that the young duke would be mad enough to anger the several high noble forces behind General Hawkins.

“Take the prisoners to the refugee camp and I will submit a report of my actions to the military disciplinary committee…” Sophie coldly spoke.

“Go… I will take full responsibility…”

Duke Peterlor remained in the mechanical city and the only sounds that he could hear were the noises that the injured general made.

“You are so dead… I will… I will kill you….” General Hawkins stammered as he clenched his teeth in pain.

He struggled for a moment but managed to tap a button on the side of his wrist communicator. 

Duke Peterlor didn’t stop his actions because he knew that what was to come could not be avoided.

A strong force slammed into his back which forced him to the ground. 

Three heavily armed cultivators in the void stage materialised out of thin air and began to rain down heavy blows on his body.

Sophie felt two of her ribs crack and the pain that flooded her body. 

The pain was realistic, and it felt as though she was the person being battered to the ground.

Those three void stage cultivators were trying to kill her father as slowly and painfully as possible.

She felt her father reach into his pocket with great difficulty and pull out a plain unremarkable kitchen knife.

He raised up the weapon and slashed it at the nearest cultivator and then a beam of white light erupted from the tip of his blade.

Holy Sword Art- God’s Descent!

Duke Peterlor screamed in fury as he felt an enormous surge of sword qi travel through his meridians.

His sword moved so quickly that it formed afterimages. 

The void stage cultivator who was targeted by the attack froze in fear as he felt the shadow of death fall on him.

Just as Duke Peterlor’s blade was about to slit his throat… an elderly man appeared and raised one hand.

Everyone was frozen in place as the man who wore the uniform of an Imperial Army commander sighed with disappointment.

[Memory Fragment Has Been Completed]