The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

"I thought you were all devout believers."

"It's still the same on the mainland, but there are more and more people like me in the pioneer colonies on the frontier. They call us treacherous speculators. But accusations are not fists or bullets. It can't hurt us, and certainly not Delay in making money." At this point, Noleva seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly explained in a hurry, "But the slave is still the same as before, so you don't have to worry about it."

"That's good."

Pallas followed the slave trader with a few legs covered in hideous carapace. She could feel that the queen was communicating with herself through psychic communication, and she could see what she saw. , hear what you hear, and you can get feedback data from her emotional reactions.For now, she's surprised by what she's seen so far, and satisfied with her actions.

Go talk to him, Boss wants to see the slaves, don't miss any details.

Her voice echoed in her mind, and it was also mixed with subtle noises——

[Dog 76 what to do!These Batarian slaves are rounded up to [-]-degree Dalits. They are super satisfied with their current situation. How can this be corrected?These people don't want anything else, they won't listen to us!It is impossible for us to spend more than ten years correcting their concepts! 】

[You panic with a hammer!Pallas!Bring back as many as you can!The more the merrier! 】

[The best ones are the ones who will die if they can't keep going!Hello!Can you hear me little girl?Make 76 blink when you hear it! 】

[Hung up, hung up, hung up the phone!This guy is noisy! 】

wow...

It sounds like the bosses are in chaos. She can understand what Oregana's army leader is worried about. Just like what I said before, not only will the slaves themselves not resist, but they will even voluntarily maintain the operation of this system. If you take action, there may be problems.And once something goes wrong, the Consolidation Department can only carry out the decapitation operation, storming Ka'shan to destroy the wreckage and the educated Batarian high-level, which will cause the Batarian to fall apart and fall into civil strife, and when the reaper arrives, a The disintegrated Batary can only be slaughtered - because its territory and population are too large, if the other party does not cooperate, then the implementation of military control will be an impossible task.

If a solution is not found within the specified time, then the Batarian race is likely to lose [-]% to [-]% of its population, and [-]% to [-]% of the tens of billions of people will become the harvesters to use Attack the forces of the transect galaxy.The key issue is that as of now, the "specified time" is still unknown. If we speculate according to the original plot, this time is less than two years, but in fact it will be faster - the deadline is always approaching, But it's invisible, no one can see it.

It's no wonder they are in such a hurry.

Pallas couldn't figure out complicated things, but she knew what her mission was.The young cerebrate walked into the facility, and it was not very clean as imagined, with a musty smell in the air.Dim lights flickered overhead, illuminating narrow passages that looked more like a prison than a dormitory.Noleva patted the rusty control panel on the wall and opened a gate.

Behind it was a place that looked like a chapel. There were many damages on the walls, and the wires were exposed. A few short Batarian slaves were carefully cleaning the ground.They all showed shrinking expressions when they saw the appearance of the people coming, but after hearing Noleva's order, they immediately stood aside-these people were just children, their dirty skin and dirty clothes It seems that people are worried about their health problems. If they maintain an unhygienic state for a long time, their bodies are prone to problems.

But Noleva claimed that as long as they are properly disinfected, there is no need to worry about these problems. He turned on several screens, and some of them showed the images of the monitors-the missionaries are teaching the young Batary children what they need to know. For example, in this life and the next life, and to show humility to the master.Other screens display lists, grouped by label, skin color, height, weight, and DNA analysis results—this allows customers to see at a glance the future growth expectations of these products.

As long as you use this system, finding the individuals you want is as easy as entering sexual fetishes on the cesium poultry website to find movies.

"What do you want? What you bring is worth a fortune!"

"Hard-working and hard-working. It's better to be younger. It will save you money if you use it for a long time. My clients are all vampires."

"It seems that everyone is the same everywhere." Noleva said understandingly. He tapped the keyboard with both hands while introducing, "We have been registered since the age of 12 here, and then assigned to different places according to the DNA test data. There are Some people can grow tall and strong in the future, and the mining area will like him; some people are handsome-this is lucky, these people can sell for a high price, and the nobles will like them to serve by their side."

Pallas's six eyes looked at the "commodity list" on the screen. She chose very carefully—the sample should be universal, and not have too prominent features to disturb the subsequent analysis results; but considering the subsequent operations , these slaves who were taken to Tartarus first must have special tasks-they will definitely study in Tartarus and then be sent back to become Spartacus-like characters, so it is best not to choose Too mediocre.

Fortunately, I can choose a lot - the goods I brought are not good things at the Ministry of Consolidation, such as old-fashioned electromagnetic rifles, laser pistols of civilian models, etc., but these technologies from other worlds make the merchants here ecstatic.It's pretty good to use it by yourself, but if you reverse engineer and start a new technology, you'll make a lot of money.

A quarter of a container of broken copper and rotten iron (the perception of the Consolidation Department) can be exchanged for three hundred slaves.Both sides felt that they had made a lot of money, and the [-] slaves who were exchanged were the most profitable in various senses, although they didn't realize it at the moment-this is the so-called multi-win. (far eye)

"Will the mercenaries come here to pick some recruits for themselves?" Suddenly, she saw a label showing that this slave had received combat training, so she pointed to the Batarian boy with light green skin and asked, "Is there anyone else who accepts this?" Combat training? Surely this isn't a miner or a farmer?"

"The evil deeds accumulated in the previous life have been redeemed by being enslaved in this life. If a slave becomes a mercenary, what should he do when he gains merit?" Noleva imitated the appearance of human beings Shaking his head, "Slaves who have received combat training will only enter the arena, and then everyone bets on which side will die first. Those rich children like to lead the veil dogs to watch the scene to show that they are very brave."

So brave and didn't see them join the army.Noleva added, with a sneer.

"That's how it is." Pallas said that she had fully understood, and she picked several children with this label, "Give me some more years of hard physical work experience, I have to go back and see what the customers think , I hope it doesn't fall into my hands."

"Thank you for your patronage."

Eighty enlisted slaves who had just turned 12, sixteen of whom had combat training (half the facility had combat training experience), 120 miners and farmers with at least five years of work experience, and a hundred It is craftsmen, servants and other 'handy workers'.This is the 'sample' chosen by Pallas, which she feels is sufficient for a first sample.

But just contacting the slaves is not enough, she needs to meet more people, collect more information and then start the next step - releasing the mimics.

"Arrange it for me in the next few days, I want to walk around here." She handed the electronic board of 'Ordering' to Noleva, "See if there is any other business to do."

"I'll arrange it right away, and you'll be satisfied. I can even take you to several nearby galaxies—but not to Hazan."

"After all, there is the first galaxy, understandable."

Pallas moved his jaw, making a deliberate clicking sound.

But Noreva shook his head:

"It's not for this reason." He said seriously, "Since last night, Hazan has been under martial law... The ship of the Ministry of Consolidation has made the military very nervous. Recently, there is often martial law here and there. I am really tired."

The sudden information made Pallas excited. It was like throwing a coin at a slot machine on the street, and it turned out to be 777.She hastily asked:

"Hazan is under martial law? What happened?"

"I heard that it was infiltrated by spies from the Citadel." Noleva didn't take it seriously, and replied casually, "There should be nobles involved."

"The nobles were involved?"

"Yeah, a nobleman has been assigned to our side, and he should arrive in a few days—it is said that he is here to manage taxes, but at this juncture, sending a young man who knows nothing about taxes over here must be Because of something wrong? This kind of nobleman likes to be smart and play tricks, and he will probably be annoying when he arrives." Noleva sighed, "What's his name? Kaman, Kam... no ?Seems to be……"

"Carmon... yes! Carmon, that's the name."

He nodded vigorously, then put the matter aside and started making business calls.

But Pallas can't ignore this information—Hazan is under martial law because of infiltration, plus Kamon was relegated, everything has already pointed in that direction...

Chapter 1224 Chapter 241 : No hesitation of life, no pity of life

PS placed in front

Acute gastroenteritis broke out, and I stayed in the hospital for a few days... The vomiting and diarrhea didn't feel better until yesterday...

Don't say anything else, I will take a day off tomorrow, and the update will start on the 22nd

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The crew carrier moves through the entire rubble field, bits and pieces of debris sparking (harmoniously) little stars on the shields.

Ziketa stood out among the throng of slaves, strong and tall, with dull yellow-green skin dotted with scars.In addition, an implant that reduces pain and increases the desire to fight is implanted in his head. This implant will make people blind and frantic in battle, bloodthirsty and extreme, and once implanted, any civilization in the galaxy There is no ability to remove it.

This is a powerful batarian gladiator, he can be said to be the most valuable of these hundreds of slaves, and he is also a good product deliberately selected by the governor to 'open the market' in order to please his new customers.He will fight for his own money and for other people's wallets in the new century - to the death.

He knows very well that this is his irresistible destiny, which makes Ziketa depressed... To be honest, he is depressed at all times, except when he is urged to kill by the implant with an electrical pulse signal in the arena .

He looked out of the window with a sad face, and there was a group of celestial bodies emitting sharp light in the darkness.That is the star of this galaxy, emitting white hot light, as if it is about to explode-no, its core is actually constantly exploding, even if the light filter on the outside of the window is turned down, but the terrible The sense of deterrence did not ease at all.

This is not where life should come from.Ziketa could feel the blood, the bones, the cells, all hot from this unprecedented anomaly.The dewy sweat turned into icy chills, exposed to the weightless throat, and unconsciously let out a sound of fear.

But what he fears is not the stars, but his own future.

Because Ziketa is a gladiator and has been to other planets for 'competitions' before, he has a huge difference in knowledge from these miners and students crowded in the cabin.There will never be any serious facilities that will be placed in the universe, either a space mining station with an astonishingly high work intensity and an extremely harsh environment, a shipyard, or a laboratory for various destructive experiments... here it goes Slaves to the work of the universe, never came back.

And... it wasn't any race he knew that bought the crew back, but that terrifying guy.However, slaves cannot resist their own destiny, whether they are sold, bought, or ordered to work or die, they can only do so.Otherwise the priests would curse the disobedients in front of the gods and make them suffer in the next life.

Ziketa frowned. He watched a huge platform appear in his field of vision. It was like a city...a city floating in the universe. In front of the huge steel-made monster, he looked like a small flying insect. so small.

"By God...I've never seen a space station this big..."

"You haven't seen other space stations, have you? I guess this is your first time in space?"

"But my father has been there, he followed Ambassador Morderi to the Citadel... decades ago. But I think this place is bigger than the Citadel..."

"What nonsense, the Citadel is the largest space station in the universe! The priests say so."

A few slaves next to each other whispered to each other, using hearsay knowledge to explain what they saw.Ziketa pricked up his ears and listened. Although he didn't come to a conclusion after listening for a long time, a sense of awe still arose deep in his heart—it was only a slave trader from the edge world of the Consolidation Department who bought him, and he was able to use A single space facility in China is comparable to the Citadel of God, how amazing is this?

But in fact, this is an iron wall 'destruction vortex' with a long axis of more than a hundred kilometers, and its scale far exceeds that of the Citadel space station.The body of the 'slave trader' is not a wanted criminal who makes money from human trafficking, but an official intelligence officer of Tartarus.This is not a conventional slave trade, there is a bigger plan behind it.

It's just that at this moment, the slaves still don't know anything about it.

The transport ship docked at the port, and the creatures that appeared outside were not the kind of creatures covered with carapaces at all—what was surprising was that they were all humans here, wearing protective clothing that they had never seen before, with empty hands and no belts. With a whip and no gun.Under the leadership of these people, the people on board lined up and walked neatly to the depths of this huge space building.

Finally, they stopped in a wide hall, which looked like a large chapel, with many seats that looked complicated and sophisticated, and everyone sat on the chairs according to the number.Then, a man in a gold-rimmed armor with a red background appeared on the stage.

Someone asked:

"Where is this place? Master..."

And her response left all the slaves scratching their heads:

"Don't call us master. We are Oregana 0032, commander of the Tartarus Legion, everyone pay attention! Don't whisper! Let's announce something!" She said loudly, and the red viewfinder outside the mask scanned the entire hall." You have been lied to! The priests tell you that if you work hard in this life and resign yourself to your fate, you will enjoy life in the next life—this is a lie! They don't understand a single thing about death! And we will tell you that your soul will die when you die. where!"

"What... what do you mean?"

Someone muttered something in a low voice, but stopped immediately—the slaves all knew that what the master is, that is what she said, and she said not to speak, then obey, and resistance will only make everything worse.Thousands of eyes stared straight at Oregana, waiting for her next words.

However, Ziketa is not like everyone else.His heart beat violently.

They don't understand death at all!And we will tell you where your soul will go after death!

This sentence is like a barrel of gasoline, which makes the fire in the gladiator's heart blaze.

"Next, take a good look. Remember what you see."

She raised her right hand and said aloud:

"start!"

At that moment, dazzling electric arcs jumped across the room, and the slaves wailed amidst the sudden burst of loud noise and pain that swept through their bodies.Ziketa felt that his body was burning, but his years of wrestling career allowed him to endure the pain. He gritted his teeth and sweated profusely. It doesn't seem to be sweat...

The moment he realized this, a terrible feeling spread from his feet.Ziketa looked down, tried to open his eyes, but saw that he was lying on that chair—this made his hair stand on end, and he backed up again and again, but immediately he couldn't move his feet, as if he had stepped into a quagmire.The surrounding environment, the reassuring metal room also became strange.

More and more black spots are spreading on the smooth metal walls. Those spots are not rust or mold spots. If you stare at them, you can see swaying mist and twinkling stars.This was a scene he had never seen before. Gradually, he couldn't even recognize himself. The body on the ground seemed to be just a lump of flesh, and he... what is he now?

To melt, to disappear, and the only thing left is the sense of fear.

Thinking of what that person said just now, is he already dead?How could such a thing happen? !Buy slaves just to kill them?

If it is in the arena, when you want to lose consciousness, you have to bite your tongue to wake yourself up, but what should you do now?Stepping into the afterlife like this?

No...absolutely not.

Ziketa was used to death, he was a gladiator, blood, fighting and death were the order of the day.He has seen people who were alive one moment, and fell to the ground with a broken stomach the next second. Just two weeks ago, he held a dagger in his hand and watched the whipping slaves take twelve corpses. When the arena was pulled out and the blood on the field was wiped clean, the audience in the stands clapped like crazy, laughed, and joked happily with each other. With the smell of blood in the air, he barked loudly and rattled the chain around his neck.

The priest said that those nobles and free people were noble because of their previous lives, but those people in the stands could not remind people of the word noble anyway.The more he experienced the battle, the more he saw those people twitching due to serious injuries, the more Ziketa felt that this might not be the case.Those dying gladiators twitched in the agony of dying, let out bursts of piercing screams, and uttered crazy curses.

This is definitely not what it looks like to welcome the good life.

I have survived on those bloody battlefields because I am afraid of death, contradicting the afterlife, and questioning the teachings.

He didn't know what to do, and he didn't have a clue if he wanted to escape. The only thing he could do was try his best to survive.Under the orders of his masters, Ziketa killed his former classmates more than once, and in a duel severely injured the old gladiator Ols who had always taken good care of him—he had always taken care of him in the past. Be your own father, because if you don't, you will be killed.

The priests said that those who were put to death in this way would remain slaves in the next life.

These memories have been entrenched in his heart.Even if he had the idea of ​​getting rid of the shackles, he didn't have the courage and method to move forward... The thoughts of the past life and the next life kept circling in his mind all the time, and he was afraid of those unjust gods, unjust death and judgment.Wanting to live with all his strength, but also wanting to die quickly and happily, these two contradictory feelings kept eroding Ziketa's heart for a moment, tightening like a noose.

There were bursts of stabbing pain in his head, and the surrounding scenery changed from blurred to clear, and then became blurred again. Only the red armored soldier standing on the high platform who spoke just now was still clear.Her appearance is also changing, black wings looming behind her, and the eyes on the face of the helmet are shining red, appearing more vivid in the darkened space.

Then, she looked at herself.

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