Chapter 803 The Kazak Tribe
All Heavens and Worlds·Depth 5.
Coordinates; X:-420, Y: 75, Z: 110.
This coordinate is located in a remote star projection system in the etheric space covered by the [Golden Tree], far away from the main etheric route.
If you go a little further, you can leave the radiation range of the [Golden Tree] from here and directly enter any of the first four layers of the [Ether Ocean] guide chain.
At the core of this coordinate is a star projection in the real world, which is a dim red dwarf surrounded by several unnamed asteroid belts and gaseous planets, with excellent natural cover.
Ether dust and psychic turbulence seriously interfere with signal detection, making it difficult for the outside world to locate this coordinate.
In this area, the [Uska Raider Base] stands like a solid fortress on the barren etheric plain.
The sky is a deep purple void, dotted with sporadic lightning and black clouds, and occasionally huge and blurry creatures can be seen passing through the sky.
The entire base is like a entrenched beast, with the outer wall made of some dark gray metal, emitting a cold luster.
Huge energy cannons are installed on the tower, emitting faint green light. Once any suspicious target approaches, these energy cannons will spit out deadly rays without hesitation.
Inside the base, narrow corridors crisscross.
Rows of black-bottomed red-patterned flags are hung on the walls;
-Four crossed bones are engraved on the flags, and the bones are full of twisted and complex runes.
This is the symbol of the [Traveler] in the [Pantheism/Dark Gods].
He is a medium-level divine power holder in the heavens and the worlds, symbolizing chaos, change, deception and innovation.
According to the nine-camp information authority division method of the Golden King's Court, every god of faith in the heavens and the worlds expands his information authority according to his own camp, and so do their believers.
Most of his believers act perversely, pursue destruction, are selfish, but are full of creativity and cunning.
Every flag in the base seemed to be announcing: This is the territory of the [Traveler], and His will is supreme here.
The leader of the Kazak tribe, Waxar, walked slowly in the corridor.
He was two meters tall, with a slender and strong body covered with thick dark green scales, which glowed with a cold metallic luster under the light.
His tail swayed gently with his steps.
Waxar's head was triangular, and his amber vertical pupils emitted a dangerous light in the dim light.
Kazak tribe: a race dominated by reptiles.
Before the [Golden Tree] dragged the entire hub world in the ether, they had been wandering for a living.
They are natural hunters, and their body structure gives them great advantages.
The thick scales can resist most ordinary physical attacks, while the sharp claws and powerful limbs give them the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat.
As the leader of the Kazak tribe, Waxar is the best among them.
He not only possesses extremely strong combat capabilities, but also has calm judgment and extraordinary wisdom, which enabled him to lead his people in the initial development of the complex and cruel deep world and build this base.
However, today's reptilian leader felt a strange emotion.
His mind was uneasy, and his vertical pupils shrank slightly, like a beast in the hunt smelling danger.
He raised his head and looked around, as if trying to find the source of this uneasiness, but except for the occasional flashing of the harsh alarm lights caused by the strange beasts, everything seemed normal.
——It happens from time to time that strange beasts trigger the sound of the base. After they were stationed here, there would be noise every day.
The reptilian leader couldn't help but speed up his pace, and his strong body seemed more tense.
He walked through the long and narrow corridor, passing through several control rooms and storage areas, and his eyes quickly scanned every detail.
His dark gray scales glowed coldly under the dim light, and his tail drooped, but swung slightly with every step, like a whip ready to whip the prey at any time.
The tense muscles and sharp eyes made every tribe member who passed by subconsciously lower their heads to avoid him, fearing that he would anger the leader.
On both sides of the corridor, members of the Kazak tribe were busy.
Several technician-looking tribe members were gathered around a huge console, debugging the base's defense system. Their claws slid quickly on the virtual panel, and complex symbols and data streams kept flashing on the display screen.
On the other side, several warriors were carefully checking the supplies in the storage area to confirm whether the looted spoils were intact.
Everything seemed to be in order, but the reptilian leader's eyes were as sharp as a blade. When his eyes swept to the end of the corridor, his pace could not help but speed up a bit.
There was a closed control room with Kazak characters hanging on the door, which read - [Hidden Interference Array].
This was one of the core facilities of the entire base, and it was also the place that the leader Waksa was most concerned about at the moment.
[Hidden Interference Array] is the key equipment technology that the Kazak tribe relies on to hide and evade enemy tracking. It can greatly reduce the chance of bases and ships being scanned, thereby extending the hiding time.
It is precisely because of its existence that the base of this raider can lurk in depth 5 for a long time and conduct plundering trade.
At this moment, he pushed open the door of the control room, and the technicians inside immediately stopped their work and stood up to bow to him.
"Good leader!"
"Good leader!"
The leader's eyes were quickly swept through the control room, and eventually fell on the core device of the array.
It was a huge device, covering the staggered fiber and metal pipes, flashing dark blue energy light.
"Leader, all parameters of interference arrangers are normal. A total of 3,647 scans were detected this month, capturing and intercepting the wave rate of the Ether Research Ship of 74 forces from all parties ..."
Several Gadkk technicians were busy adjusting by the array, but Waksa did not patiently wait for them to report.
"Let's open it !!!"
A subordinate seemed to have a slow response, blocking the front of Waka, and had time to retreat in the future. Valker's strong elbow had waved over and hit the opponent's abdomen fiercely.
——
With one elbow, just listening to a stuffy sound, the technician suddenly fluttered by the elbow and hit the wall heavily.
The Gadac technician who covered his belly fell to the ground, curled up painfully, but did not dare to make any sound. He could only look at his leader carefully with fear.
The leader Waka didn't look at the man anymore, and his attention was completely concentrated on the display of the interference array.
His tall figure blocked the light of the console, and his sharp claws gently stroked in the void, and the data on the display switched.
A string of complex operating parameters shows the screen. The condition of energy flow is normal, and the hidden index is also in an ideal range without any abnormalities.
Seeing all this, the leader of the crawler took a deep breath, and his strong anxiety finally relieved.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, ordered his fingers on the display, then turned around, sweeping coldly to the technician on the ground.
The members of the Gazac people were trembling, and they bowed their heads with pain, and did not dare to look at the leader.
"Stand up, don't let me see you so incompetent again."
The leader Waka said coldly that his voice was low and depressed, but with an unquestionable majesty.
The technician crawled up from the ground, and lowered his head to the corner.
The leader turned and walked out of the control room, the tail patted the ground gently, making a dull sound.
His face was still gloomy, and the anxiety in his heart did not completely dissipate.
Because of this, he did not directly died of the scales in front of him directly!
The Social structure of the Gazac people is destined to be the norm.
In this tribal system, the strong man is the eternal law.
The most powerful individual is the leader, and has won the respect and loyalty of the tribe with his personal force and strategies.
The leader Waksa sat steadily in this position with unparalleled power and cold means.
Their culture also profoundly affects the thoughts of each family. Their racial thoughts are clear and direct, as if the living rules engraved in their bones:
——The things that plunder the glory, wealth first, and the owner are the race owned, extreme, and militarous thoughts.
It is this extreme rowing and looting thinking mode that allows the Gadaku people to get water in the deep world.
However, this behavior has also made them nails in the eyes of many forces.
Since the outbreak of the Ivy Wars, the major forces of the heavens have gradually formed an alliance under the rules of [Golden Tree], and the Gadak people have been listed by most forces because of long -term independence and plunder behaviors. Target.
The plunder style of the Gartac people is closely related to their technical and cultural.
They do not pay attention to self -scientific research and technological development, and almost have indifferent wars and technical dividends that have brought about the correction of [Golden Tree] and the emergence of the evergreen vinewood war.
Compared with the complex and exquisite engineering system of other races, most of the Gadacs' technology is made up.
They pay more attention to practicality, not aesthetic, and advocate fast, efficient and cheap solutions.
Their ships are mainly small ships. These ships are equipped with cheap but efficient weapons, which are suitable for fast raids and hidden operations.
Their fleet rarely participated in the positive long -lasting battle, but relied on the rapid plunder to fight against the enemy and retreat quickly.
In the Ether Fleet battle, they are particularly good at using close -range jumping to make up for the lack of remote firepower.
With the popularization of the [Golden Tree] system, the Ivy War has spawned a large number of black box technology, and these extraordinary production breakthroughs have changed the battlefield pattern.
The most famous is- [Ether physics shield].
This shield technology can greatly improve the defense capacity of the ship and make most of the long -range firepower cannot be effectively penetrated. In the Ether Fleet battle, the combination of shields and armor makes The best choice.
Especially in the [Ethereum Ocean], the efficiency of long -range weapons has dropped sharply, and "jumping combat" has become a practical and efficient way.
The Captains of the Gartk people often participate in the "jump gangs". This kind of close -up killing is the embodiment of their cultural advocating personal courage and combat effectiveness.
As the pioneer of fighting, the captain jumped directly into the enemy ship to fight, which can inspire morale and show their personal strength.
In the deep world, throughout the world, in Tailla, and even more far away ...
——Stark forces that can effectively use remote firepower.
Except for the Kingdom of Heaven, almost no force can master the beyond-visual-range firepower system in [Ether Ocean].
In the realm of ether space, most long-range weapons are useless. Energy loses stability in the ether, missiles will deviate from their orbits due to cracks in space, and light beams will be swallowed up by the fluctuations of ether particles.
In such an environment, there are very few forces that can master beyond-visual-range firepower. It can even be said that there are only a handful of them.
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And the kingdom of heaven is the most feared existence among them.
Heaven's four sets of space-based weapons are not weapons in the ordinary sense.
They can operate stably in the etheric ocean, which is an almost unsolvable ability in the entire universe.
The specialness of the sword-bearers in the Kingdom of Heaven lies in this aspect.
If we just talk about the manufacturing of space-based weapons, there are several local forces in Terra that can do it, but if we want to create space-based weapons in the [Ether Ocean], that is another matter.
Space-based weapons in the ether and space-based weapons in the real world are completely different concepts.
——The difference is like the difference between the vast sea and the narrow patio.
What's even more chilling is that these space-based weapons are controlled by four sword-wielders.
And these four people are almost all at the pinnacle of individual mighty units.
In the control room of the interference array, the leader Waksa stood in front of a beating light screen. The dark gray scales glowed with a metallic color in the cold light emitted by the screen.
His amber vertical pupils scanned the real-time data of energy fluctuations. The curves were smooth and regular, showing that everything was operating normally.
Bang bang bang——
However, his tail flapped lightly on the ground unconsciously, making a low muffled sound, as if some kind of silent anxiety was venting nowhere.
Waksa's thoughts couldn't help but turn to the latest intelligence. The Earthly Courtyard, this new force belonging to the Kingdom of Heaven, has laid its foundation in the Deep 5 world.
An enclave arrives, bringing power and technology not of this world.
Waksa clearly remembers that when the name of the Earthly Court appeared in the Wedge directory of Depth 5, the nearby robbery gangs made a choice almost overnight - either to flee far away, or to disband completely.
When those once arrogant marauders heard the name of the fourth swordsman in the Kingdom of Heaven, they actually behaved like a group of frightened rats. They didn't even dare to fight and fled the area.
ridiculous! ! ! !
cowardice! ! ! !
As timid as a mouse! ! !
Waksa made a different decision than them.
He never thought he needed to back down like those cowards.
To him, retreating is the behavior of a coward, and he will never tolerate the existence of cowards, whether it is his tribe or himself.
He didn't flinch, let alone run away.
Those members of the clan's think tank who had tried to persuade him to evacuate were all swept away by his angry tail, and some even died on the spot.
For Chief Waksa, any voice that questions his decision is not worth keeping.
This reptilian leader has a deep hostility towards humans, and he is full of disdain for human weakness and greed.
In his opinion, humans are just a group of caged birds imprisoned on the planet Terra, and have never even seen the real universe.
And the most feared among them, the Kingdom of Heaven and the angels, are nothing more than more powerful "caged birds".
If it weren't for the war between the [Golden Tree] and Ivy, these self-proclaimed smart creatures would still be fighting among themselves on a small land, dreaming about the so-called future, and then one day, they would be crushed to pieces by the real gods, and even the ashes would be gone. There won't be anything left.
However, even if his heart is full of disdain and hostility, the reptilian leader is not completely stupid.
He knows how powerful Heaven is, and he also understands that the fourth sword holder in Heaven is by no means an easy person to deal with.
Therefore, he chose to hide the base, burying it deeply in Depth 5, hidden in the complex terrain and etheric turbulence, and carefully cleared out all slave traders and intelligence smugglers who might expose the coordinates, ensuring that the location of the base was unattended Know.
While he was cautious about the Kingdom of Heaven, he was also secretly planning in his mind, trying to use the plunderer's flexible mobility to deal with the Lord of the Abyss.
He also had some knowledge of human slang, and one sentence impressed him deeply - "It's the hardest to fight mosquitoes under the dark light."
He felt that this sentence was very suitable for the current situation.
He is full of confidence and firmly believes that as long as the base is hidden deep enough, coupled with the flexible and efficient mobility of the Kazak tribe, even the Kingdom of Heaven can only punch in vain in the vast world of Depth 5, but cannot find any trace of them. .
However, despite his calm appearance, a lingering uneasiness gradually began to grip his heart.
Recently, there has always been a premonition that a storm is coming, making him unable to sleep.
That uneasiness seemed to come from a dead voice.
Waksa recalled an old man he once shot to death, who was a member of the think tank. Before he died, the other man said this to him in a tone full of sorrow and warning:
“You will lead the entire Kazak tribe to its doom.
You believe too much in your own power and rely too much on that little bit of wisdom.
However, you are too young and have not seen the abyss we have peered into...
Your body is still engraved with the marks of fear left by your ancestors.
In the time to come, those fears will resurface... and they will creep up on you and become shackles that you cannot break free from. "
Waksa clearly remembered that there was a complicated light shining in the old man's eyes - despair, anger, and deep fear for the future.
But before he could finish those words, his head was blown open with a tail blow, and blood spattered on the cold and hard ground of the base.
"Old fool!"
At that time, Waksa spat out these three words coldly and flicked his tail nonchalantly, like shaking off a piece of annoying dust.
But now, whenever it is late at night, or when he is patrolling the base alone, the old man's expression and voice linger like a ghost.
Waksa often thought of those turbid eyes staring straight into the abyss, and the old man's unfinished last words before his death.
That low wailing and biting tone echoed in his ears over and over again, like some omen, urging him to face a fact he didn't want to admit.
Waksa's eyes fell on the array screen again, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
He flicked his tail vigorously, trying to get rid of the doubts that were lingering in his mind.
Suddenly, the lingering sense of oppression wrapped around him like a poisonous snake. The more he struggled, the more he became suffocated.
His claws gradually tightened, and his sharp fingertips lightly scratched the console, making a harsh friction sound.
The thick scales opened up invisible gaps as the muscles tightened, as if the whole person would enter a fighting state at any time.
Didi didi——————
Didi didi——————
At this moment, a piercing siren suddenly sounded, breaking all the silence in the base.
The red warning light flashed crazily, as if indicating that a devastating disaster was about to come.
Waksa looked up instantly, his pupils shrinking rapidly due to the sudden change. He had never heard an alarm sound so urgent and intense - this level of alarm had never been triggered in his base.
"What's going on?!!!"
Waksa growled, with a hint of anger and panic in his voice. He turned around and glanced around. All the control screens in the base were dyed dazzling red. The jumping characters and constantly refreshing warning messages seemed to announce to him some kind of unstoppable crisis.
The Kazak tribe members running around looked panicked and crawled on the ground in the control room, trying to investigate the source of the alarm.
Then, a magnificent and dazzling light came from outside, penetrated the thick walls of the base, and instantly lit up the originally dark space.
This light is as strong as daylight, but it is not an ordinary light, but an existence with extremely high energy and pressure - it does not belong to the Deep 5 world, nor does it belong to the normal category of [Ether Ocean].
Waksa was stunned. He raised his head and looked at the outside world through the base's protective window. At that moment, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
He stared hard at the light, as if his soul had been pulled out.
His tail trembled slightly, and he subconsciously uttered a sentence:
"That's...what?"
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