Chapter 1232: Resistance is the innate strength of intelligent creatures
This is the edge of the Milky Way, and this Milky Way is located in a relatively weak area ruled by the Merova people. It is adjacent to several other smaller celestial body groups, and there is occasional material exchange between them. These several galaxies together form
A magnificent city wall spanning space, within its scope, the original Merova military nodes have disappeared: those tyrant fortresses that can monitor and rule tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of light-years are now wiped out, this border
This area, like the Far Frontier Theater Zone in several other universes, is now in the hands of the Emperor.
We have established more than a dozen war factories operating day and night on the periphery of this young star. In addition to the regular main force of the legion, our lowest-level military units are now increasing at a cubic rate. These newly produced war puppets and
Wandering troops have arrived in every corner of this galaxy in the past two days. The small military facilities set up by the Merova people in this war zone were wiped out one by one. In the end, the enemy's last resistance force in this galaxy wall spanning the universe
They were also wiped out. Barian was unable to stop all this. He could only watch as the bases he set up in the border areas lost their signals one by one. The cry for help messages sent by the latter resounded throughout the universe in the past forty-eight hours, but "God's
"The country" is unable to respond to any of them. Barian should have given up on these outposts that cannot be rescued and have completely fallen into the imperial occupation zone. He may gather his last troops to prepare for a Jedi counterattack. Of course, he may also be preparing for a major
Escape, it's meaningless anyway, he is heading toward destruction step by step, and this time, he can't escape again.
After occupying this "space city wall", the Royal Fleet also temporarily stopped sending additional troops to several remote combat zones. The first phase of the military purpose has been achieved, which is to destroy the enemy's frontiers and parts of the remote area before they can react.
The industrial center of the capital. Now, it’s time to reorganize our forces and prepare for the next stage of action: If Barian doesn’t plan to take the initiative, then we will crush him all the way to the Kingdom of God to see when he will make up his mind.
Determined to play his last card.
General Planet still looks like hell. This ecological planet that was originally relatively lively was burned once by EOP-03. Although it has been "processed" to a certain extent, it still has a large area of the crust in a semi-molten state.
Viewed from space, the surface of this dark red planet is criss-crossed with ravines and bright lines: rivers formed by magma are rushing endlessly, and its surface shape is changing every moment. Within a day
There will be new plateaus and mountains rising, basins and canyons sinking, and the next day, these fragile terrains will be replaced by new mountains and valleys. The unprecedented intensity of geological activities has caused the face of this planet to change frequently.
Refresh. Only in a circle located at the equator of the planet does the terrain appear to be stable: the temperature there is significantly lower. And some invisible energy field prevents the flow of magma. This energy field spreads all the way to the depths of the mantle.
It's like countless rivets, "nailing" the crust above it. This ring is where the Imperial Military Base is located. With General City as the center, we simply established a circle of production bases around the equator of the planet.
To manufacture grassroots soldiers and war machines, and above this ring, there is a corresponding circle of space factories in space, used to manufacture various small and medium-sized warships. We use the Xiling host to personally supervise these projects. The construction speed of all facilities is almost
It's like taking chicken blood. Those little girls really work hard, and I'm very lucky that Pao Pao gave birth to a girl who is half a basketball court before we set off. Really, you don't know how to be a half basketball court girl.
When the mass-produced bubble stood in front of me, the feeling of inner shock was so subtle. I even ignored the mother of the child next to me who was shouting "Secret meaning? The art of multiple girl clones!"...
There is also a relatively special fleet gathering area above the General Star. This gathering area seems a bit messy, with various models and strange-looking spaceships parked together. Ninety percent of the spaceships have their engines silent. These
Compared with the size of the Imperial starships, most of the spaceships are like small sampans, so much so that they are like a swarm of ants compared with the several Eternal-class "Caretakers" next to them. These spaceships are like a gray static mist.
, fixed in a high orbit by the stagnation field, because most of the spacecraft are in a low energy consumption state, they look lifeless, and from a distance they look like a "car graveyard" in space.
These spaceships are the original Merova slave army that we brought back yesterday. What is parked above General Star is only a small part of this huge fleet. More spaceships are now parked on the gravitational boundary of the star system. The Emperor
**There is also a temporary base there, which can provide sufficient protection for these spaceships - but there is nothing to protect. After all, this space city wall already belongs to the imperial occupation zone, and it is absolutely safe here.
However, when preparing to communicate with these Merova slave soldiers, we encountered a small problem: the other party did not have a spokesperson at all, or even a relatively recognized representative to send. I wanted to speak to the leader of the slave soldiers, but
What I got was a twenty-six-page list! On average, every one hundred of their ships (regardless of size, including small aircraft) can be counted as a fully organized fleet, and there is a so-called commander in it.
Officers, and these fragmented small units have almost no contact with each other. They do not belong to a larger organization, and they do not know much about each other. There is no uniformly recognized commander, because Barian does not allow this possibility.
This led to the situation where the slaves became stronger - sometimes he did not trust his own brainwashing technology, so he simply divided the slave races.
This situation caused Qian Qian and Lin Xue to throw dice for five minutes before they finally randomly selected a few slave fleet commanders to communicate with the emperor's senior officials. Of course, the two of them only had thirty seconds to do business, and the rest were
Four minutes and thirty seconds... They were throwing dice to compare... If I hadn't discovered it in time, I could probably have thrown these two treasures until dinner in the evening.
Throwing dice to select an ambassador seems a bit unreliable, but I don't think there is a more reliable way. These slave races are controlled by Barian in an appalling "state of ignorance". Every member of their class is
There is basically no difference between individuals, and the commanders are probably the same. Letting Lin Xue help throw dice can at least reflect the greatness of the prophet, right?
"Your Majesty, representatives of the slave army have been brought."
At this moment, an inorganic voice came from the door, interrupting my thinking. I looked up and saw that Aura was standing at the door. Sometimes I also call her Mask Sister. It seems that the leader of the bees is
Zu didn't mean to be unhappy - and behind Aura, there were three strangers in uniforms, and their uniforms didn't have uniform markings. It seemed that Barian had never considered rectifying his "servant army"
It was about arranging equipment. One of the three strangers was a young man. He looked to be in his twenties, with a strong build and a military demeanor. Standing next to him was a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old at most.
Girl, although the latter is wearing a military uniform, at his age and slightly thin body, he does not look like a soldier. Behind the man and woman is an unusually tall and strange-looking alien. The latter is similar to that of humans on earth.
The difference is quite obvious. He is nearly two meters tall, his skin is light green, his neck is short and thick, his head is larger in proportion to his body than that of humans, and there is no hair on his exposed skin. I can't give it to him.
Judging the age of a strange-looking alien, one can only roughly guess that he is in his prime: at least, he is also a soldier, right?
These three people have different clothes and very different facial features. But now the emotions displayed by the three people are quite unified: they are all uneasy and confused. They try to use military qualities to keep themselves calm, but they can't.
It completely concealed his feeling of discomfort when he entered a strange environment rashly. I guess those tough imperial soldiers outside also gave these three strange guests a lot of oppression. In any case, the military base of the Xiling Empire is not a suitable place to be a guest.
Especially in a state of war, the hard and cold iron-blooded atmosphere around the Imperial people will definitely make you more nervous. It is as if every upright walking creature here will choose people to eat.
"Sit down, don't be nervous." I gestured to the three slave army commanders who looked nervous to take a seat. Lilina immediately got out from under the table on the other side and came to the three of them and looked them up and down.
Then he walked away muttering and continued to play with Ding Dong. The three guests were startled by the little girl who suddenly appeared, but soon, the latter's "smart and cute" appearance made them
I smiled knowingly, and the tense atmosphere suddenly eased. I cast an approving look at Lilina, who giggled at me, as if she didn't know anything.
"Let me introduce myself. I am the highest officer here and the highest ruler of the empire, but you can just call me Chen Jun. I don't like rules," I said while turning off the data terminal in my hand. The three of them looked at each other.
I couldn't help but scan the data terminal: what flashed across it was the holographic projection of the "Kingdom of Gods", "How do you feel now? You should be mentally stable soon."
"There was a roar in my mind. I could hardly think at first, but now it's much better. It feels so good to regain control of my body." The strong young man spoke first, "Chen... I'd better call you Your Majesty, here."
The soldiers are called like this. We are very confused now, what happened? All this... this... I'm sorry I can't think of a good way to explain it, but everything I know seems to be turned upside down, and everything I know suddenly
With a new look, even my current thoughts seem like they have never been before... I even feel like I am no longer myself. Look, can you explain the current situation?"
It seems that the other party is quite cautious in terms of "etiquette" and "rules". It is probably because the serious soldiers and meticulous officers here made him think that what I just said was just polite. The other party couldn't wait to raise a series of confusions of his own
, he needs an explanation to understand whether the world is crazy or he is crazy. I thought about how to let a person who has never thought about it himself understand such a complicated reality, and then I made a decision: from my pocket
Take out two small pills, one red and one blue. If he wants to take the red one, I will show him the desert of reality...
Lin Xue glanced at me silently, and before the eldest lady could speak harshly, I stuffed two chocolate beans into her mouth and the mouth of Qianqian who was waiting for feeding next to me, and then faced the three guests and took a deep breath:
"I'll tell you a story about traitors. The story goes like this. A long time ago, there was a group of powerful people..."
An hour later, my mouth was dry and my vocabulary was exhausted, but I finally explained the matter clearly. I roughly explained what the Xiling Empire was, what the Merova people were, how treason and counterinsurgency came about, and what the Merova were.
How people usually do things, and most importantly, what role the slave race always plays in this series of complicated things, I believe the three people in front of me can understand: even though they have been brainwashed since birth
They have never thought about the impact of education and nerve agents, but this does not mean that they are fools. Even Anulili, a race that was so severely damaged that it lost its mathematical ability, can retain hundreds of thousands of people.
Resisting the fire, these slave races with high technology and more opportunities for free thinking can understand everything better.
However, what I am not sure about is that these slaves have never thought freely and never actively had the idea of resistance. Even if they were suddenly taken off their shackles, would they know how to resist?
In other words, do they know how to translate the words "fight for freedom"?
If you have never tasted the taste of freedom, you will not have any regrets about losing your freedom. The slave soldiers we rescued have demonstrated this well. The most obvious emotion they express now is confusion and confusion.
, a large part of the reason was that they were at a loss because they suddenly had no orders from their "master". It is said that the resistance organization Anulili joined took a year and a half to inspire a numb compatriot to fight.
We have the fighting spirit, but we don't seem to have the time. However, Turazo has already vowed that he can set off a slave rebellion that sweeps the entire universe. I am very curious: this does not seem to be easy.
"Those gods... I mean the Merova people, were they actually invaders?" The strange-looking man with green skin spoke in a low voice. "Well... I can now recall what they did. At that time
I feel that everything is taken for granted, but recalling it now makes me shudder, but we have endured everything without any doubt...is this the power of brainwashing?"
"Their rule is about to end," Lin Xue said leisurely from the side. "We will kill all the traitors. Well, I just don't know if you can play any role. It seems that even if you gain freedom, you still lack
The look of enthusiasm... Well, it doesn't matter. In this war, it doesn't actually matter whether you resist the Merova people or not."
Lin Xue probably wanted to stimulate the three slave commanders in front of him to see how much resistance they had, but the young woman on the other side just opened her eyes in disbelief: "They are so powerful! Can they really be destroyed?"
"
This is the result of how many generations of people have been brainwashed and ruled continuously: the image of the Merova people being invincible has been deeply ingrained in their minds. Under this premise, the first problem they have to face in order for them to rebel is to make them
They realized that the Merovans were actually very fragile. If the stolen technology and equipment were excluded, the Merovans were not much stronger than other mortal races.
"Look at this planet," I casually opened the holographic projection, which showed a space view of General Star overflowing with magma. "You should have seen this scene in space. This is a military fortress of the Merova people."
The three commanders nodded, they knew this place.
"It took twelve minutes and thirty-five seconds to capture this place," I shrugged. "The Merova people have nothing to be afraid of. Now you are free, but whether you resist those guys is your own business. I can make it clear.
Even if you remain silent like this, the Merova people will be wiped out, but your entire race will lose its vital roots, and freedom will become worthless."
Freedom will become worthless, and these races will also be worthless to the empire. If they show a completely submissive nature, perhaps Sandora will lose interest in these indigenous creatures and let them live in these desolate places.
The world will fend for itself after the war, and I believe Sandora’s character will make such a decision.
"We should resist," the young male officer said. Surprisingly, his expression was calm when he said these words. There was no fear or unsteadiness, nor necessary anger. He was just confused, "But we
I don’t know what to do. If I resist...are we going to attack their base directly? What about our home? Those places are still..."
"Emergency communication," Aura, who had been standing aside, suddenly interrupted the officer. Her crystal wings opened and projected a series of images from other planets, which seemed to be Merova and local indigenous people.
Conflict scene, "Your Majesty, from the Second Front Communication Network. Barian was very angry about the huge losses in the Battle of the Galactic Center. He directed his anger to those slave races. Now the Merova people are gathering 'examiners' to 'punish' the latter
, four slave planets have been brutally suppressed. Turazo has an additional message. He has mobilized conservative forces to contain these 'Exerciser' troops, but he hopes to start the next step as soon as possible, otherwise the conservatives will be exposed in advance.
The possibility is very high.”
I was about to speak when I heard a "bang" sound coming from the side. The young male officer had stood up at some point, his eyes wide open, and he punched the table: "...that...that's...
My planet!!!”
"Resistance is human's innate instinct," Lilina's voice rang in her mind, "No guidance is needed, just enough stimulation. Boss, please tell Sister Shandora that the next stage should begin.