Augustus walked along the narrow corridor of the prison, with Arcturus and the guards following behind him. The corridor was dark and depressing, with heavy doors at regular intervals on both sides.
There were only a few small forklift-like four-wheeled cleaning robots walking around like shiny beetles.
"Psychopaths, lunatics, treasonous federal soldiers, rebel leaders from edge worlds, federal government officials who collaborate with the enemy, businessmen who steal federal property... and some are engineers and scientists in the top fields who were arrested and imprisoned
From now on, all their research results and properties will be owned by certain founding families of Tarsonis." Saco Angelini, who had just put on his pants, quickly followed Augustus regardless of the vigilant eyes of the soldiers around him.
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Sacco Angelini is an extremely powerful psyker, as well as an outstanding psychic agent and combat expert. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a rare master in the field of psychic energy. With powerful psychic abilities,
With such power, Angelini can crush a person's brain tissue in an instant.
"Moreover, there are also many Korhal rebels imprisoned here."
Augustus stopped and stood in the middle of the corridor. Several Alpha Squadron sergeants in white power armor dragged a prison guard covered in blood from the other end of the corridor. On their helmets and broad shoulder pads,
The Blood Eagle logo is particularly eye-catching.
Then, one of the Alpha Squadron captains used his broad palms covered with alloy steel gloves to grab the New Folsom Prison warden's head and lift it to the cell. He opened his eyelids and waited until the retinal and gene lock scans were completed before walking to another room.
between.
Slowly, criminals wearing dusty gray prison uniforms poked their heads out one by one. They were either skinny, or had dull eyes and dry hair. They had grown up in the new Folsom Prison where living supplies were scarce.
Gillini is just a weird flower.
"Marine, are they sending us to the execution ground?" A prisoner with silver hair on his temples came out with a heroic gesture of generous sacrifice. He had probably been imprisoned for many years, and he didn't recognize him.
The newly risen Augustus and his revolutionary army.
"Just do it, soldiers. The merciful God will forgive you. Even if they send a good man who is loyal to Him to the execution ground, it is not your fault."
"Man, we are not lackeys of the Federation." Tychus Finley stepped forward and stood in front of the prisoner like a giant.
Tychus pointed to the Revolutionary Army logo on his powered armor: "See clearly, we are the Revolutionary Army, and we are the ones who want to overthrow the Tyranid Federation."
"Did you hear everything clearly?" Arcturus Mengsk was standing next to Augustus, his voice echoing throughout the prison corridor with the aid of amplifying equipment.
"We are the Korhal Revolutionary Army. We only do the right thing, which is to fight for justice and freedom for all Tyranid people." He is a natural speaker and flashes, well-groomed hair and beard.
He created a very majestic image. Arcturus was a charismatic leader, and even Augustus could not let his light fade.
"We will fight to the last man until we overthrow the brutal rule of the Terran Federation."
"Gentlemen, we should capture this notorious federal government and punish the butchers who have committed heinous crimes. Today is a climax of the revolution and will surely become the most glorious moment in history."
The gathered prisoners trembled with trembling lips, still feeling in disbelief. For so many years, no one has ever stepped out of the high walls of New Folsom. The Tyranid Federation is a ruthless and powerful government, and they have won the battle with
The war between the Kaimorian Consortium looks like it will continue to be as strong as ever.
When the expected cheers did not appear, Arcturus couldn't help but frowned. These people seemed to have been locked up for too long and had become insensitive.
"Is this a farce, or am I really crazy?" A bald man with sickly fair skin stared at the blood on the ground.
"You are just an illusion in my mind."
"Terran Federation, how is it?" Another tall man asked loudly.
"The Federation still rules Tarsonis and many core worlds, but as long as more people like you join the Revolutionary Army, it won't take long for us to completely overthrow it!" Augustus replied.
An earth-shattering explosion came from outside, and the sound of a group of military steel boots stepping on the prison corridor and the porch of the restricted area was getting closer and closer. The prisoners who finally realized that this was the fact that they had been saved couldn't help but burst into tears. Most of them
The family has been broken up and everyone has lost hope for the future, but at this time it is inevitable to lose control of emotions.
Here are people who are of value to the Tyranid Federation or whose influence is too great to be executed and can only be imprisoned for a long time. Many of the people here were regular readers on the unn Universe News Network and the most popular electronic magazines and weekly magazines.
, fame and wealth were once within easy reach for them.
"Are you their leader?" the white-haired old man from before walked quickly to Arcturus and asked.
"No, the leader of the revolutionary army is my brother Augustus Mengsk." Arcturus said, pointing to Augustus next to him.
"Hello, Mr. Flingard Ken Follett, the father of Tarsonis's second-generation warp engine, the founder of the Tyranid interstellar era, and a great man of that era." Augustus extended his hand.
, hold each other tightly:
"I always thought you were a person from the last century, the kind of person who only existed in textbooks."
"Later, your daughter announced that you died in a terrible time and space accident, and no bones were left."
"Oh, that's a thing of the past." Mr. Follett told his past in a calm tone: "The Kusinis family came to me and wanted me to work for them. I was arrogant at that time.
, and did not take the people of the Creation Family seriously."
"I have nothing against the Tyranid Federation, but if you are willing to hire me, then I am willing to devote the few remaining months of my life to my unfinished third-generation warp engine business."
"Of course, that's exactly what I'm going to do," Augustus said.
"Hello, Master, I have read your works. There is no doubt that you are the treasure given to mankind by the galaxy." Arcturus put his arm around Follett's shoulders and handed the latter to a medic.
"If anyone here is released, the Terran Federation will be shaken." Angelini raised his hand in a different direction, implying that he was also a great person.
"Mr. Philip, the last time I saw you was on the UNN news column. They said that you had some kind of strange disease and had to give up your medical laboratory in Tarsonis and go to the sanatorium in Heilsain to recuperate."
Augustus came to a man with thin cheeks but lively blue eyes.
"If they call New Folsom Prison a sanatorium." Mr. Philip's public image has always been that of a cheerful and funny medical expert, but now the thin lines on the sides of his nose and cheeks make him look different.
It became much gloomier.
"The next time unn is close to the truth, it will be when he comes into contact with the truth for the first time." he said to Augustus.
"Let me tell you what happened at that time. In Tarsonis, I developed a new military stimulant to replace the endorphin mixture in the current version to minimize the side effects." Philip said.
"To get a better look at this stimulant, I used it on myself and it felt - surprisingly good."
"Later, my apprentice betrayed me. The federal government declared my experiments to be anti-human, and then they raided my laboratory, and finally kicked me to New Folsom."
"Haha, those idiots are short-sighted." In the end, Philip laughed: "They don't even know that the stimulant has flaws. And it's the best idea."
"Always next."
"Very well, Mr. Philip, if you want to return to your hometown, then we will send you back." Augustus and Arcturus looked at each other: "If you want to stay, then I will send you back home."
Offer a position in the Revolutionary Army's Biological and Alien Laboratory."
"No, my home is in Tarsonis, but it has been destroyed by the Federation." Philip is an arrogant person. He never looks down upon those in power. He has always been mean and abusive to his subordinates, friends and even the people around him.
If you don't move, make sarcastic remarks, and then leave laughing after the other person is shaking with anger.
"Let's wait until you capture Tarsonis."
This is no wonder why no one ever asked Philip about his true whereabouts after he was imprisoned.
"Is your laboratory equipment complete enough? As the ancients said, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice." Mr. Philip obviously still doubted the technological level of the revolutionary army.
This is no wonder Philip. In the eyes of the public of the Terran Federation, the rebels in the past were always clowns holding fire sticks.
"Absolutely enough. There are Korhal's most outstanding scientists inside, as well as protoss and zerg for you to study. I believe you will be able to find some inspiration in them." Augustus thought to himself that there is also a noisy one inside.
The domesticated cerebrate, whose ambitions went from encompassing the entire galaxy, is now the size of a bedroom.
Cerebrates are one of the most outstanding creations of the Zerg Overlord, and their secrets have been studied by humans for centuries.
"Okay, at least this makes sense." Philip closed one eye and said, "I am not working in your laboratory just to thank you for saving me."
"He is extremely grateful to you," Angelini whispered.
"Stop showing off your telepathic abilities." Kerrigan rolled her eyes.
Kerrigan could only be thankful that Sacco Angelini was a man, otherwise, Augustus would not be swayed by his unique preference for psykers.
"I thought Marshal Augustus wanted to know what other people think." Angelini shrugged, not daring to provoke the senior sister who the instructor of the Ghost Academy said was the best.
Angelini is a ambitious psychic who prefers to do a job of teaching and educating people rather than wasting time as a federal executioner. At the same time, as a smart man, Angelini knows that no matter what,
Talks back to his unreasonable boss unless he can't help it.
"The Marshal doesn't need to know what other people think," Kerrigan said.
After Augustus sent Philip away, he turned to the others. The remaining people couldn't wait to tell him about their ups and downs in life, hoping that the leader of the revolutionary army would accept them, at least not abandon themselves to New Folsom and other places.
die.
Someone who was a hot figure in Tarsonis politics a year ago and five years ago, in a corruption case, mistakenly ignored the hints of a member of the Founding Family and refused the other party's huge bribe to do what he wanted.
Check it out.
Soon, this incorruptible and upright official was discredited due to a sex scandal, and was then knocked to the ground by a series of political maneuvers.
There was also someone who was the leader of the Antiga rebels. In a battle many years ago, a federal marine company easily defeated thousands of local rebels and killed almost everyone without mercy.
Just like Angelini said, the people locked up here are the number one enemies of the Tyranid Federation, and they themselves are also a kind of political bargaining chip.
There are approximately sixty people imprisoned in this area of New Folsom, more than twenty of whom have been thrown into prison for offending powerful figures in the Terran Federation or being used as scapegoats. The other twelve are engineers.
, scientists, experts in cutting-edge fields such as genetic engineering, body modification, and psychic technology. The Tyranids are involved in all research fields that are expressly prohibited by Earthlings.
The remaining people are more complicated. Among them is a war criminal from the Guild War period. His crime was to surrender a certain mining world of the Tyranid Federation. It was during the period when the Camorian Federation was approaching in a big way. He insisted on that destiny.
A world without help is dead and silent.
In order to save the lives of his soldiers, the Federation general disobeyed the orders of the High Command - but every plant and tree on that mining world actually belonged to a huge founding family of Tarsonis.
But in any case, these people are rare and available talents, and they are the talents Augustus most urgently needs. If Augustus wants to establish a new regime on the ruins of the Tyran Federation, he will not be able to do without these people. s help.
There are not many truly vicious thugs in New Folsom Prison, because the Terran Federation doesn't care about the life and death of these dregs of society. And the Terran Federation's most hated enemies are Augustus' loyal friends.
The Federation believed that New Folsom was already impregnable, and even the most daring prison robbers would not be able to snatch a single hair from New Folsom Prison, but the Augustan Revolutionary Army took it away directly.
Finally, Augustus passed through these people and came to a bewildered young man. Compared with the gray-haired prisoners, he was as young as a child.
The scars left by the torture left him unrecognizable, and there are even scars on his head from the memory reading surgery.
"Marshal Augustus, I'm sorry." He obviously knew Augustus.
"I was captured at the Battle of Little Atticus... I didn't say a word when the Federation interrogated me, but then they cracked my head open."
"Sergeant Berghoff, Warfield's personal soldier. You were captured for protecting a family of six belonging to little Atticus." Augustus' words made the revolutionary soldier burst into tears in an instant: " Your company considers you a hero, and your home, Antigua, is proud of you."