Starting from the capital area of the planet Krustel, everything was in a mess, buildings were destroyed, roads were bombed, and densely packed corpses were everywhere.
These corpses were shot by blasters. The explosive power of the blasters can immediately blow the bodies into pieces. You must know that the E-5 blaster rifle is more powerful than ordinary blaster rifles, but it will generate a lot of heat when shooting. It doesn't take many shots.
Your hair will be so hot that you can't hold it.
However, for the B-1 combat robot, this is not a problem.
The result is that, in the eyes of the Krustians, the weapons used by this robot army are frighteningly powerful, and even one bullet is as powerful as a grenade!
Purely at the level of light weapons, this is also a dimensionality reduction strike. Even the Fourth Civilization, before they developed super-matter acceleration technology, would use a large number of explosive weapons, and even now they are still equipped with many explosive weapons.
And now, the culprit who caused this massacre has been captured by the protoss fanatic warriors.
Although the short Grisk man was caught by a fanatic warrior, he continued to curse. At the same time, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and his powerful mind control ability suddenly broke out! Case
- Maxwell felt dizzy and felt nauseous, and he couldn't help but step back.
The protoss fanatic warrior who caught the Grisk man was also the first to bear the brunt. He felt faint. Seizing this momentary flaw, the Grisk man suddenly fired a bolt of lightning from his mouth! This bolt of lightning was extremely sudden and extremely powerful.
, but it only caused a wave of ripples in front of the fanatic warrior.
Energy shield!
The Grisk people obviously couldn't understand why the energy shield could be miniaturized so that one person could use it! There was a look of despair on his face, and then he was held down by the Protoss Zealot Warrior again.
The fanatic was not polite and slapped the Grisk man to pieces, beating him to pieces, and then forcibly opened his mouth. Only then did he see that the entire teeth of the Grisk man were made of metal machinery.
Equipment, the lightning just now was emitted from here.
Without giving him any chance, the fanatic warriors just forcibly tore off the metal device! The Grisk man's mouth was suddenly bloody and bloody, and he screamed loudly and vaguely. The pain was as if it was a sudden death.
It's like pulling out teeth!
He struggled fiercely, but in front of the protoss who was nearly 3 meters tall, the Grisk man was like a child with no ability to resist at all.
After tearing off the weapon installed on his gums, the fanatic warrior very considerately took the bottle of first-aid spray thrown by Maxwell, and then directly sprayed it all over the Grisk man's mouth.
After all the tossing, the Grisk man was barely breathed out, and he collapsed on the ground and stopped moving.
Rasdian walked over and put a metal collar around the Grisk's neck. He glanced at the curious Maxwell and explained: "This collar can block their use of psychic energy.
Whenever he attempts to use his psychic powers, the electrodes on the ring will cause him enough pain to remember."
Then, the zealot warriors carried the Grisk back to the spaceship like a chicken.
After being sent to the medical room and treated by a medical robot, the Grisker who almost died due to massive bleeding from his mouth and gums finally recovered a little. He sat on the stool in the interrogation room, exhausted.
Admiral Chiara, Keith Maxwell, and Rasdian stood in front of him.
Admiral Chiara asked coldly in the Chiss language: "Tell me, what is your name? How many more of you are there on the planet Kruste? Don't act stupid! All civilizations in this star field will
Learn the Chiss language.”
The Grisk looked at Rasdian with a fearful expression, and then replied in the Chiss language: "My name is Sangare, and the Krustai are my client race.
species)'. Here, I am the only Grisk."
"Customer race? What does this mean?" Maxwell asked with a frown.
"To put it simply, these weak but numerous races are my customers. They provide me with services in any field." Sangare looked at Rasdian and said, "Your race also has
I believe you will understand the powerful power. When the power is as strong as ours, many things do not actually need to be done personally."
He never looked at Maxwell and Chiara from the beginning to the end. In his opinion, these weak and inferior races were only worthy of being his 'clients'.
"You are wrong. With power, you also have responsibility. There are no good or bad races in the universe. We do have powerful power, but we should use this power to help others." Rasdian said calmly.
Said, "The universe has never been a place where one can survive alone."
"Hehehe...hypocrisy." Sangare sneered, "Even your ordinary conversations are telepathic. As long as you are willing, controlling a planet or a race is a matter of effort. You will always be on the side of the strong.
, don’t you think it’s ridiculous to let those weaklings play that game called ‘fair’ with you?”
He turned to look at Chiara with a mocking smile, "And you, the Chiss, do you feel it? You have developed industrial and military power. In the past, you were the overlord in Chaos, and no one dared to provoke you.
And now? Facing the Principality of Dawn, do you have any ability to resist? Now you are just a pet raised by the Principality of Dawn. The Principality of Dawn is polite to you on the surface, but in fact, have they given you a choice?
?”
"The issue between Chisland and the Principality of Dawn will naturally be resolved by both of us. This matter has nothing to do with you." Keith Maxwell spoke first. He did not want to leave this issue to Chiara.
General, "Since you have always emphasized that the weak should eat the strong, now we stand on the side of the strong and ask you to surrender. Otherwise..."
"The side of the strong? Is the Principality of Dawn really the strong one? How do you... compare with the Galaxy Empire? Hahahaha." Sangare sneered, "In this war, you will always be the losers, the Principality of Dawn.
"
There was a burst of anger in Maxwell's heart, "It doesn't matter what happens to the Galactic Empire. At least now, I have enough means to make you miserable!"
He stood up directly, pulled out the dagger and stabbed Sangarei's thigh with a whoosh!
Sangare screamed immediately, but then the medical robot floated over and directly sutured his wound for treatment - without any anesthesia.
Admiral Chiara said coldly: "You have been observing us, and you are also observing the Principality of Dawn. This war was actually launched by you deliberately! It is you who want the war!"
"No...it is the Principality of Dawn that wants war." Because of the pain, Sangare's expression was extremely ferocious, "Aren't you curious why it was such a coincidence that when purifying Mongal-Menggal, he mistakenly
Bombing a colony? We do have a very extensive spy network and intelligence network, but this is the only thing we can't do."
"You bastard!" Maxwell stabbed him with the knife again. This time, Sangare screamed again and suppressed his next words.
Admiral Chiara's expression was gloomy, and she seemed to be thinking about what Sangare had just said.
At this time, Rasdian's voice came in his mind, "A person's spiritual defense line is like a castle. Some places have strong defenses and thick walls, and some places have weak defenses and lack of walls. Therefore, in order to succeed,
For mind control, one must find the weaknesses in their minds. Every mind controller is very good at this."
"Look, I'm not wrong. You know a lot about mind control! This is not something that a person who has never been involved in mind control can say! You are just enjoying this feeling of being superior and looking down on all living beings. You must call yourself a god.
, and then take away from the weaker races, and use that superficial help to satisfy your own pathetic sense of morality." Sangarei said with a hideous smile.
However, Rasdian looked at him very calmly and said lightly: "Not anymore."
"Hahahahaha!" Sangare burst into a burst of sarcastic laughter.
But his laughter stopped abruptly the next second, and he shook his head desperately, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets, as if he was enduring terrible pain.
It took a full two minutes for the torture to stop. Sangare looked at Rasdian with fear in his eyes and said weakly: "Ask me... I said... I said..."
"How many Grisk people are there on the planet Krustel?" Rasdian asked.
"Seven. The seven of us jointly control the planet Kruste." Sangarei answered honestly, "We Grisk people are very scattered. In fact, except for reproduction, we don't need to be together at all. Naturally, we have our own
The customer race comes to provide us with everything we want."
Maxwell asked: "How many races do you control?"
"I don't know..." Sangare said. Seeing that Maxwell wanted to use the knife again, he quickly added: "I really don't know. What is the distribution of the Grisk hegemony's sphere of influence?
Top secret. We are all regularly informed of things we should know by messengers from the core of the hegemony. For example, after I completed the mind control training, the messenger came to arrange for me to go to the planet Krustel to control them. After that,
Our strategies and actions are all based on the envoy's arrangements. As for what other planets are like, we have absolutely no idea."
"When did you start investigating the situation in the Principality of Dawn?" Maxwell asked again.
"Ever since the war that you call the 'Clone War' broke out, we have begun to collect intelligence from the outside world." Sangarei replied, "And after you entered Chaos through the star gate, you immediately caused the core of hegemony to
We are alert. According to what the envoy said when he came last time, Grisk Hegemony decided to take a preemptive strike and completely defeat you before the Dawn Principality discovers us."
"In other words, you want to collude with the Galactic Empire to deal with us?"
"I am not responsible for this matter, so I only know a general idea. The messenger did not tell me the specific situation."
Rasidian asked: "I have studied the subjects controlled by you. You forcibly distorted their souls, wills and memories, destroyed their psychological defenses, and then used your own power to build a false spiritual world for them.
.But this time should be very long...How do you operate if you want to control a race?" [Note 1]
"It's the envoy..." Sangare said, "After the envoy issues the mission, he will also tell me the weakness of that race. Then I will use this weakness to spread panic among the entire race, and then through this
Gradually destroying their psychological defenses is like a viral infection. It will always be difficult to control the target at first, but as time goes by, the spread of control will become smoother and smoother."
He paused and then said: "Sometimes, wars will break out. Some races have stronger psychological defenses, or after they realize that someone is controlling them, they will rise up to resist, and at this time their hearts will change.
We must become stronger. Whenever this happens, we can only solve the problem through war. However, those who start the war are those who are controlled by us. In other words, these people's compatriots...see their former comrades.
Appearing in front of you, no matter how strong your spiritual defense is, it will collapse."
Admiral Chiara asked: "Grisk hegemony, is it a starship civilization or a civilization with a homeland?"
Sangare was suddenly confused. He replied: "We don't need a home at all... We are scattered among the planets of those controlled races and enjoy the services provided to us by the entire planet. For some races that we find useful, we
Their population will be moved to other places and used as laborers."
"It's a very powerful spiritual suggestion," Rasdian said.
"What did you say?" Maxwell was stunned.
"Deep in his heart, there is a line of defense built for him by others. And this line of defense is about their homeland," Rasdian said.
Admiral Chiara nodded and said: "Yes, let's think about it in reverse. This person is emphasizing that he has no home. In fact, what he wants to hide is the fact that they have a home!"
"They are even on guard against their own people." Maxwell's face darkened.
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[Note 1: The setting of the Grisk people is not complete. The original novel does not seem to describe more details of their mind control, but focuses on Thrawn’s desperate counterattack to defeat the Grisk.
As for the plot of hegemony. Therefore, I can only complete some completion in my own way.】
