manynovel Chapter 681 Humiliation
Chapter 681 Humiliation
Chapter 681 Humiliation
"What happened?" The old chief of the Lion clan walked out of the cave, looked up at the shooting stars that kept passing by in the dark night sky, his expression changed slightly.
With rich experience in the battlefield, he can naturally see that this is not a meteor shower that formed naturally, but a phenomenon of large-scale aircraft landing on the planet.
And looking at the number, at least tens of thousands of aircraft have invaded Ryan Star!
But how is this possible, there are 50 warships guarding them above the planet.
Could it be that the Locke consortium felt that they were worthless, so they were going to kill the rabbits?
"Grandpa, I'm scared!" A little girl of the Lion tribe couldn't help but hugged the old patriarch's thigh.
The Ryan people in the entire settlement also walked out of their simple places at this moment, being attracted by the scene in the night sky, everyone seemed a little uneasy.
"Boom!" Just when everyone was panicking, a meteor suddenly came from far to near, rushing towards them with bursts of thunderous engine roar.
"Bang!" The huge cyan figure slowly landed outside their settlement, the steel body was still a little red under the friction of the atmosphere, braving the scorching heat.
Although the flying dust and distorted air waves affected a little sight, many people still recognized the opponent's identity from the familiar outline at a glance... Bronze Mecha!
And this should be a modified elite mecha, which is obviously different from the standard equipment they drove on the battlefield before.
"Be careful!" The Ryan warrior in charge of guarding immediately put on a guard posture.
However, relying on a few old-fashioned training mechas and the ancient cold weapons used in close combat in their hands, facing the unknown enemy in front of them, at best it can serve as a consolation.
Although there are many silver-level fighters in this settlement, their equipment has been recycled by the Locke consortium, and even the ace pilot is a clever woman who can't cook without rice.
But just when everyone was facing the enemy, the cockpit of that mech slowly opened with a "chi"...
And when the pilot got out of the cockpit, everyone was stunned.
"Ryan people!" "They are compatriots?!" "What's going on?"
The pilot of the same family took off his helmet, looked around, and then slowly walked towards them.
Although everyone couldn't understand the situation, the Ryan warrior who was in charge of defense raised his weapon and stopped him for this fellow clan whose identity was a mystery and whose enemy was unknown.
"Huh? Spartacus! It's you?!"
At this moment, a surprised voice came from the crowd.
Spartacus turned his head to look, suddenly happy.
"Morsey? You're not dead yet?"
It turned out that the one who recognized him was the old rival Morsey who had previously fought the "God of War" with Spartacus.
"Hmph! I'm still waiting to kill you with my own hands. You're not dead yet. How could I die before you?" Moersey snorted coldly, but took the initiative to lower the weapon in his hand.
He was merciless, but after the last duel, Moersey had actually recognized Spartacus.
So he believed that Spartacus came here definitely not to harm himself and others.
Moersey obviously had some prestige among this group of fighters. Seeing this, the people around them also put down their weapons one after another.
"Young warrior, explain your identity and purpose!"
At this moment, the old patriarch came out of the crowd and stared at Spartak with a serious face.
When Spartacus saw the old patriarch, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
The old patriarch was not only the strongest warrior in the clan when he was young, but also one of the very few people who inherited the ancient knowledge of the Lion clan, possessing extraordinary wisdom.
It can be said that it was because of his constant dealings with the Locke consortium that he kept a trace of the flames of the Ryan clan.
In the eyes of every young Lion warrior, the old patriarch is a legend with unparalleled prestige.
Spartak touched his chest with one hand, knelt on one knee, and spoke respectfully.
"Spartacus, the warrior of the Lion tribe and the head of the Doomhammer Knights of the Ghost Pirates, see the patriarch!"
Ghost Pirates?Head of the Knights?
The old patriarch frowned, and couldn't help but think of the pirate incident mentioned by the clan, his eyes turned slightly cold.
"So, it was this ghost pirate group that came to rob our people last time? Why, today are you planning to help the evildoers, to help the evildoers, to help the enemy poison our troubled people?"
When the people around heard it, they immediately raised their weapons again, and the eyes they looked at Spartak became angry and fierce.
"Patriarch, don't get me wrong, I always keep in mind that I am a warrior of the Ryan clan!" Spartak immediately stated his position.
"Although the Ghost Pirates robbed the tribe, they didn't hurt us at all. On the contrary, everyone, including me, is very grateful to the leader for saving us from Ryan Star!"
"We also voluntarily joined the pirate group as mercenaries, and no one has ever threatened us.
Compared with the years of working hard for the Woolf Empire, we are now truly free!
After we join the pirate group, we can use our own hands to earn rewards and use military exploits to improve our status, so that our relatives can get good living conditions, and our women and children can also enter schools to learn advanced knowledge of interstellar civilization.
They don't have to take the risk of following us to the battlefield, just for such a meager living material.
They can live in a warm and comfortable room, without having to worry about when they will be attacked by underground monsters all day long..."
After Spartacus finished talking about his personal experience, not only the old patriarch, but everyone was stunned.
In this world, is there really such a paradise?
And such a paradise... exists in a pirate den?
The old patriarch was silent for a while, then sighed.
"Ah! How I wish it were all true, if I could."
"However, what you said is just your one-sided words. As far as I know, interstellar pirates are all profit-seeking people. For the plundered population, they will always be regarded as slaves. The fate of the robbed people will only be worse than the current We will be even more miserable."
"That's right, can the pirates be so kind? Spartacus, have you been brainwashed? I know that the Woolf Empire has this kind of technology!" Moersey also stood up with unkind eyes.
"Whether it's a scam or not, you can tell at a glance." Spartacus knew that empty words were hard to believe.
After all, even at the beginning, he didn't believe that there was such a strange captain ghost among the pirates.
He didn't say much, just raised his wrist and operated a few times, and then the eyes of the mecha standing behind him suddenly lit up, and a huge projection was projected into the air.
Afterwards, pictures of the life of the Ryan people began to appear in the eyes of everyone.
As the light and shadow changed, everyone's eyes changed from questioning to half-believing, and finally everyone's face showed a trace of longing and longing.
In particular, there was a scene of women and children of the Lion tribe studying hard in a spacious and bright classroom. The smiles on their faces deeply touched the hearts of every Lion warrior present.
Iron-blooded tough guys also have tenderness.
They may fear death on the battlefield, but their loved ones are the softest part of everyone's heart.
Even the eyes of the old patriarch changed slightly.
"That's Aunt Nia! Their family was robbed by pirates before!" "That's Barr, thanks to the ancestors, they are still alive!" "I saw the Simpson family, they seem...really doing well?"
The constant exclamations and discussions from the crowd made everyone's eyes even hotter.
What if all of this... is true?
After the projection screen disappeared, Spartak took a deep breath.
"Master Patriarch, our Ryan Clan has endured under Wulf's oppression for too long.
They let us live in the harshest environment, experience the most brutal fighting, and only give us a small amount of survival materials to make us survive.
They force our brave warriors to bleed and die for them on the battlefield with butcher knives, and consume them at will like cannon fodder.
They even let us kill each other! "
Spartak's low-pitched words, like the roar of a wild beast, dimmed the eyes of everyone around him.
Spartak looked up, pointing at Morsey.
"Morsey, we could have been the best friends, the most trustworthy comrades-in-arms, but just to survive, I killed his brother, and we eventually became enemies!"
When Moersey heard this, his expression was complicated.
Spartak turned to look at the old patriarch again.
"Master Patriarch, our ancestors told us that the blood and thunder on the battlefield will give us strength and glory. However, today, the blood of my Ryan warriors is humiliatingly sprinkled all over the galaxy. What glory is there?"
The old patriarch stared blankly at Spartak in front of him.
Vaguely, he seemed to see himself when he was young...
(End of this chapter)