The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

Attacks to the head are usually very effective, pain, stun, and can quickly take away the enemy's ability to resist.Ziketa, who had experienced the strength of Oregana's fist, knew that this blow must not be taken. He lowered his body almost with all his strength, and every muscle in his body was howling.He imagined the Tartarian warriors in front of him as brutal and ruthless guards, and he would draw his dagger to deal himself the final blow immediately after he threw his fist, and then sounded the alarm to stop everything.

The fist brushed against the top of his head, and the feeling made Ziketa's back tingle, but the opponent also showed a gap.He didn't let go of this opportunity, stomping on the ground and hitting the opponent with all his strength.

Then Gladiator felt as if he had hit a heavy granite pillar.Oregana has finished pinching, and she grabs the gladiator's arms to stop him, just like holding the horns of a mad bull to suppress its charge-Oregana starts to move, which means The end of training, and the score is 'Pass'.If this trick is attacked by ordinary people, ordinary people will inevitably lose the ability to fight, then this is a successful assault.

This is completely different from the past gladiator instructors who used pain and beatings as tools to train. Her training is extremely purposeful and easy to remember.

In the eyes of the Batary rebels, Oregana's power is bottomless, and her wisdom is even more amazing. She taught the rebels how to think and analyze in simple and easy-to-understand language, and taught them how to establish a program and formulate strategies. ——Not only the uprising, but also how to establish a new industrial system that meets the needs of the liberated Batarians in the new era, how to formulate a new foreign policy, and prevent the old slave owners from colluding with slave traders and gangs to launch armed rebellions, etc. .

In just the first week, everyone called her 'Shi Jiang' - a human word that means master, master, one who can learn from others, because I just learned this word in class, so everyone called her I used it directly.

"Good job." She let go of her hand and smiled softly, "This is the last, and don't forget what Daedalus taught you."

"Yes! Master!"

Tomorrow is the day of departure, all kinds of skills—whether it is fighting skills or speaking skills, Ziketa has already engraved in his chest.

"Equipment will be transported to Pier [-] on the first day. There are 'Locust' submachine guns and 'Avenger' assault rifles-the agents will use food supply trucks to send them into the camp. Attack at three o'clock in the morning..."

As she said that, Oregana turned on the projection of the map. This is the planet that Ziketa will go to. Its defense map and satellite scan map have been bought from the locals—although the local management is still strict, this kind of betrayal can always be found.

Ziketa looked at the map and found the location of the dormitory. He stretched out his finger and drew a route on it:

"First attack the communication facilities and power supply equipment. Then... capture here and the chariots here, and suppress the space port. If you can't succeed, destroy it." He touched his lips, "I believe I can get the right timing .”

Oregana nodded in satisfaction:

"You have to memorize the map clearly. When you arrive, you can only rely on yourself."

The gladiator took a step back and solemnly bowed deeply:

"We can't thank you enough!"

Oregana nodded slightly:

"We bless you. Also, stretch out your right hand."

"Ok?"

Although he didn't know what was going on, Ziketa still stretched out his right hand.I saw Oregana take out a strange thing—it looked like a mass of meat, about the size of a thumb, but it was obviously a living thing, with tentacles as thick as wire dangling on it, One by one, it looks a little scary.

If Oregana wasn't reliable enough, Ziketa would have already planned to retreat at this moment.

"Be patient, it will hurt a little."

Saying so, Oregana placed the lump of flesh on Ziketa's wrist.

Then he realized that the master was lying - and that didn't hurt a little.

That thing burrowed into the flesh with a terrifying momentum, the sound of the skin being torn apart was so loud that I could hear it in my own ears, and then the muscles were squeezed away.I don't know what it did, but what followed was the pain of being hit by a stun gun. The electric sensation went all the way up the arm, which only made people stare.

"what!!!"

But just for a moment, this feeling disappeared.Its movements slowly stopped, and it lay dormant in the wrist. The skin that had just been torn apart was covered with a layer of brown mucus. An ugly scar.

"what is this?"

"A Planck container, which is a gift from a friend of ours who asked us to give you after hearing what happened to you." Oregana watched the gladiator move his wrist in disbelief, and said, "You Should be able to feel it? This biological component will be connected to the host through a neural link, try to activate it?"

It's a wonderful feeling.

Babies know how to wave their hands when they are born, tadpoles will wag their tails when they hatch from eggs, and Pikachus hatched from eggs with electric beads will Vol-Tekka (volt attack) when they hit the ground. will instinct.What the wetware Planck container wants to achieve is this effect. It is like a mouse with its own driver, which can be used as long as it is plugged in. Ziketa, who is using this strange technology for the first time, is very impressed by it. surprise.

That was literally easy as pie.

In an instant, a chain saw ax appeared in his hand.The ax was so heavy that both hands could hold it. The red ax was dotted with dark red blood and golden decorative patterns, and the sharp blades reflected a cold light under the light.A large-screen smartphone is taped to the thick handle of the ax with scotch tape and a yellow post-it note with a messy line of pencil writing on it.

Ziketa read it out:

"Blood...father?"

Oregana knows this battle ax very well-this is one of the pair of chainsaw axes used by the demon prince, the dual-wielding violent war Angron, during the Great Crusade. During the Battle of Amatra during the Great Rebellion, Angron was trapped underground by a falling building, and then used two axes as shovels to chop the wall and cut soil all the way to the ground, like a man who forgot to bring a pick sub MC players.

After cutting all the way, the two axes must be red, so Angron simply threw them away.After that, Kahn had an idea about the two axes. Although the World Eaters didn't like to pick up equipment, Kahn the Betrayer was always indifferent. He found an opportunity to take one of the two axes' Blood Son' and restored it as his sidearm, the other ax 'Blood Father' was temporarily neglected - but it was recovered and repaired sometime after the end of the Horus Heresy, For a time a relic of the Legion fought over by countless warbands, before returning to its original owner.

This ax represents Angron's unbearable past. He took out this ax at this time because someone touched his past memory.

On the screen of the mobile phone, a tired and scarred face appeared, with dark and deep eyes, downward sloping cheekbones like a chisel, a hooked nose and a cracked mouth, his eyebrows The originally heroic lines of the jaw and jaw were ugly, and the lips curled to reveal loose teeth.The tired and angry man looked at the screen and tried to put on a smile, but it made him look even uglier.With a wave of his hand, he pushed aside the guy who was watching the scene with one bare arm, and said in a hoarse voice:

[Free man, you are lucky to have no father, so that you can save your people and not be forced to betray your brothers.You are much luckier than me, I am jealous of you, I am so jealous that I wish I could cut off your head.But the blood of the Skullmaker has quenched my wrath, and I will sacrifice her head to the Blood God. ] He clenched his fists so that the knuckles clicked 【Now I'm in a much better mood. 】

[Blood God's mood will probably get worse...] The guy who was kicked out of the screen just now muttered.

[Shut up, brat!The blood god is always angry, and no one can change it! 】He immediately turned his head and growled【But this will make me happier, the blood god opened the box, was startled by the contents, and shouted 'RUA! ! ! ! ' You'll be happy too, right?Kahn!Some people say I will always be a slave, do you think a slave would do such a thing! 】

[I don't think so...]

【now it's right! 】

This mysterious dialogue made Ziketa swallow a mouthful of saliva:

"That might be a bit of a faux pas, but I think he's a little crazy."

"Mainly because the family relationship is not harmonious enough. His core essence is a good person, but the unfortunate past has obliterated the brilliance of his humanity-after he was born, he was separated from his father and brother and drifted to a planet. Became a slave and sent to the arena." Oregana sighed, "He suffered a lot there, and was implanted with a brain implant that made people lose their minds, which made him kill and Companion to his own father and son...before that had an inner psychic power that allowed him not only to feel but absorb the pain and negativity of others. He used this method to soothe his fellow slaves child."

Killed his companion who was like father and son with his own hands...

Hearing this, Ziketa felt his heart twitch like a pain:

"Damn it... what happened next?"

"He thus raised a slave rebellion and raised the flag with other gladiators. The slave masters sent an army to try to destroy him, but no one could match this hero. But despite this, his troops were still short of supplies, Day after day of fighting also made them exhausted." Oregana looked into Ziketa's eyes and continued, "At this critical moment, his own father came with the fleet—but he only wanted him Son, who forcibly sent him back to the ship against his will when the battle was about to begin, so that he could only watch helplessly as his comrades were quickly annihilated."

"When he and his brothers returned to the planet, they found that the slave owners had killed his former comrades-in-arms and told the people that he had escaped during the final battle... which destroyed his last human nature."

As a slave leader who was about to launch an uprising, Ziketa imagined this scene for a while, and suddenly felt his scalp was numb, as if a sweeping robot was rampaging on it, and couldn't help blurting out:

"This is cruel...his father is a jerk!"

"This later led to extremely serious consequences. He swung the butcher knife at the people who originally needed his protection. Countless people died and countless people were displaced. That was all many years ago." Oregana replied, " Even later, when his father and the warp finally stopped fighting under greater threats, he still hates his father to this day."

On the screen of the mobile phone, the man waved his arms, emotionally:

[There are many people who want this ax, and I choose to lend it to you. ] He pointed to the opposite side of the screen [You need to know what honor is!I used to have a stupid brother who had a good skin and shouted 'courage and glory' 'courage and glory' 'courage and glory' every day!But they don't know what these words mean.What is courage?To fight against the kingdoms that enslave you, whether their armies are ten thousand times yours or not.And what about glory?Glory is when everyone else clings to the hypocrisy of a tyrant, and only you raise the flag to fight! 】

[Take it to win, come back alive and return the ax to me.I bless you, we all bless you.Rogar will too. 】

The video ended here, but the voice still echoed in Ziketa's ears.

Compared with this man named Angron, he was undoubtedly lucky.Then I have to work harder to achieve my goals and fulfill everyone's expectations, so that every Batarian can stand in the sun with their heads held high and never bow down to anyone again.

The voices of his companions calling for him sounded outside the training ground, and he hastily put the battle ax back into the small-capacity Planck container that just fit - the time to set off has come, and he will return to the cage disguised as a slave, Then, together with other people in the cage, they will tear apart this thousands of years of shackles.

"Master, let's go!"

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Introduction: The Journey of the Rabbit

Chapter 1227 Chapter 244: Moment of Uprising

The batarian rebels broke into pieces and entered more than 20 batarian worlds.

Ziketa's squad consisted of only 30 people, and they were 'sold' into the planet Rama'k through the channel arranged by the Shadow Broker.This is a planet in Batary's core star field. It has a strong economy, a large number of industrial facilities, and a military port - two dreadnought ships are parked here, and the number of troops stationed on the planet is as high as 8.

Only 30 people want to overthrow such a planet, it sounds like a dream.But with sufficient intelligence support, the warriors who have undergone rigorous training can turn the impossible into possible.

Under the perennial cultural atmosphere of Batary, if you walk into the slave settlements carelessly, open your arms and say, "Masters, let's revolt!" ', this is no different from being sent to death, you will be sent to the education team within 5 minutes.Therefore, it is most important to choose a good target to develop contacts and let people trust themselves.

The breakthrough opened by the young girl cerebrum, Ansadore’s agents entered various Batarian planets in large numbers. They investigated the psychology of the slaves, summed up the pain and demands of the slaves, and spread the trend of thought privately by propagating the contradictory points of the teachings. Open your mind, these materials and the social environment deliberately created have become the greatest weapons of the rebels.

By the time the rebels reached their respective goals, the slave society was already undercurrents.Some are astonished and heartened by long-standing doubts and resentments being directly brought up; Avoiding it, fearing that everything in the future will come to naught.

The rebels carefully contacted the slaves, wooed those who could be wooed, and then carefully avoided the most pious diehards-because they were likely to destroy everything in one fell swoop.This is a delicate job. There are many people whose thoughts are deeply ingrained. They think that this is their fate. To destroy all this is to destroy their future life as nobles.Moreover, this kind of people is also a factor of instability after the uprising, because the defeated slave owners will inevitably open a breakthrough from these people. The only solution is to establish a new education system to strengthen education and knowledge popularization.

In addition, there are some slaves—not serfs or mining slaves, but servants of lords and noble families. This type of slaves has a higher status and better treatment. They are content with the status quo, which is currently impossible to win. group.

But before doing something, it is impossible to make things perfect, because there is no time-the planned day cannot be changed, and the Ziqa must first complete the established facts.

And getting support among gladiators is the easiest thing to do.As the most familiar with "death" among the Batarian slaves, it is basically commonplace for brothers and sisters to fight with friends, and the abnormal feeling caused by the contradiction between the inner instinct of the body and the acquired education, plus when going to other places in the Jieshen galaxy to compete What they saw and heard made them have a lot of thoughts and doubts.

And this group is very [idle]... They don't need to dig mines for sixteen hours a day, they don't need to tend crops from morning to night, and they don't need to swing picks in the mines until they forget the time.What they have to do every day is to exercise and compete, which gives them a lot of time to think.Obviously, the phrase [Thinking breeds doubts, doubts breed heresy] is well-founded here.

At this time, only one person who can lead them appears, and the person who can lead a group of strong and brave gladiators can only be the bravest and most skilled fighter among them.

Zikata, who has an excellent foundation, has undergone demon training and Spartan training (real demons and real Spartans), and has also been given mild muscle strengthening drugs (almost no side effects), just meets this requirement.It only took this strong batarian two weeks to make himself the soul of this large arena with more than [-] gladiators.People think he is very attractive, a man among men, and even many female audiences want to buy the oil scraped off his skin-it is said that the skin oil of a strong gladiator is good for fertility, which is a traditional Bata Part of Swiss medicine, quite Roman to be honest...

It seems that all civilizations with gladiator culture have a strange tradition of 'whatever is scraped from a gladiator is useful'. Oregana was completely incomprehensible to this at one time—as a time traveler who grew up in the Celestial Dynasty, she is very concerned about The understanding of scraping things from the body is limited to scraping and bathing in the big bathhouse, and because I am a southerner, I have never scrubbed before...

After someone ran over and scratched his body, Ziqata knew the time was right.Then at dinner time, he said outrageous things to other people in the restaurant.In the restaurant that can accommodate 200 people, a needle can be heard immediately, and everyone has a terrified expression on their faces.

"Shut up! Young man! You shouldn't say such words!" A middle-aged gladiator said quickly, "If someone listens to it, we will be finished..."

"No one will listen. My companions have taken care of everything."

Of course there are monitors here, but Batari's idea technology is not very good. The equipment used to monitor the slaves in the hard work dormitory is even a civilian product, and it is not difficult to hack into it.The one who dealt with this matter was also a companion who studied with Ziketa. Although no matter how talented he is, it is impossible to train himself to be a first-class hacker in such a short time, but an internal biological device can solve the problem very well. This problem-it is a long and narrow group of brain tissue, buried in the arm next to the bone, its volume is about the size of a fist, and at the front end is a short section of electrical signal simulation synapses protruding from the fingertips.

The training he received was not hacker training, but the training of [quietly find the interface and disassemble it], and leave the rest to this 'brain'.

Thanks to this, at this moment the managers above know nothing about what happened in this restaurant.

"That's what we're here for, that we're not slaves anymore." He looked around, looked into those eyes with restlessness and fear, and exclaimed, "We can have families! We can know who our children are." We can teach them to grow up and let him choose his own life! He can not kneel to those 'masters' and kill his siblings! They can go to school and study, just like those turian boys, women also You can only open your arms to those you love. Don't you want to see such a future?"

How could you not want to?Who wouldn't?

All slaves have had such dreams, and it has started since they were sensible - they will see those nobles, they wear gorgeous clothes, enjoy good food, and the slaves are waiting for them.They are able to marry, form a family, and have a dedicated 'surname' to describe their social status.This was unthinkable for slaves, who of course had loved ones and wanted to have families and raise children and watch their children grow up healthy.

But this is all falsehood. Slave gladiators are not qualified to love and be loved. This is just an imagination after a full stomach.And other slaves don’t even have this kind of imagination—because gladiators only think about belonging and love after satisfying their physical needs. The highest imagination of other slaves is just to be able to eat enough and have a good rest That's all.

"Then what about our next life?" Someone yelled, "Should we continue to be slaves in the next life! That's what we want, that's why..."

Ziketa smiled lightly, then stepped on the table:

"What if there are no more slaves in Batary, and no nobles?"

"?!"

"Destroy all of this with our own hands, then..." He narrowed his eyes, exuding a terrifying aura, "Then how should God allow us to be slaves in the next life? There are no more slaves?"

No one had ever thought about it, and everyone was stunned.No one has thought about this problem for thousands of years, because the religious system is too deep-rooted, just like water will flow, fire will burn, and eating 125 kilograms of shrimp and fifty apples in a row will be destroyed by vitamin C and pentavalent arsenic The restored arsenic is poisoned to death as a matter of course.