Chapter 461

In the underground hall of the building, the voice of a middle-aged man echoed. There was sympathy and regret in his voice, but looking at his expression, the unwillingness was heavier, but he stood on the high platform at the entrance of the edge. The light was dark, and he kept walking back and forth, which was not real. He suddenly stopped, held the railing on the edge of the high platform, and looked under the stage with painful eyes. Under the stage was his audience and the remaining prisoners. They stood there quietly in a neat phalanx, like a clay puppet, motionless. Around the phalanth are the protoss soldiers with live ammunition. Although they did not point guns at them, resistance means that death is a fact that everyone knows.

Without mental control, no race can avoid soft bones. What's more, it was such a meaningless death, so it didn't take long for someone to move. First, one person, then the second, followed by the third. Naturally, there were many followers. Soon, more than a dozen people tried to get out of the phalanx. It's a pity that these people couldn't go out after all. The contemptuous sight of their peers was a stronger resistance than anything else. These people finally stopped, and then returned to their original position, and their faces returned to firmness. Perhaps out of pride in their own clan, the eyes of the prisoners suddenly became sharp, and everyone's hearts were connected at this moment, giving people a sense of sacredness. But this kind of sacredness did not infect the persuader on the stage, and there was only pity in his eyes.

"It's sad..." He looked at these prisoners and silently spit out such a word. Suddenly, he felt boring. He waved his hand and turned to the exit. At the same time, the Protoss soldiers under the stage raised their weapons.

But the launch can only wait for them to go to hell to complete. Before the attack began, several beams of light suddenly shot out of light next to him inexplicably, burning the soldiers in a row into coke, and the light disappeared in an instant. They didn't know how to attack them until death, that was, several colleagues on the side. Although the prisoners were born as soldiers, they were also stunned by such scenes and did not react for a while. At this time, there was a string of footsteps at the exit. The first one was the official who had just persuaded them. He had a wry smile on his face and was more confused. Behind him, several Protoss officers were pointing weapons at him and forcing him to move forward. The man had to stop on the high platform again and let the officers and soldiers who seemed to be insane go crazy there. Yes, they must be crazy. He thought so in his heart.

No matter what he thinks, these officers don't look like irrational people. One of them first gave him a shot, paralyzed him all over his body, and then walked to the place where he had persuaded everyone before and shouted, "Compatriots, we are here to save you..." The prisoners are not idiots. They have already reacted. Come on, I guessed it, and I was even more relieved to get his confirmation. The self-proclaimed Kutula army, but wearing the Protoss military uniform, saw that the crowd had settled down and continued to say, "Now that the Protoss military department is still unclear, we should quickly leave their control area. We have prepared warships and can take everyone away at any time on the grounds of returning to the fortress. Please don't be impatient."

"You call them compatriots, Bushes, what the hell is going on? I don't know about others, but you are a 100% pure Protoss. When did you become a Kutula again? The man responsible for persuading the prisoner was shocked. This Bushis comes from a high-ranking official family, and his father has a good relationship with him, so this is a good idea. But the officer sneered and said, "What's so surprising that you don't know? Uncle Otland, it happened some time ago that I became a Kutula..."

"What the hell is going on?" When the middle-aged man saw that he was willing to answer, he didn't take the opportunity to ask clearly. When he heard the words, he immediately asked.

Bushes glanced at the soldier coming from the exit and said to Autland in a mocking tone, "Well, there is still time anyway. It's okay to answer. Do you remember the task of capturing the Kutula warship some time ago? We entered the Kutula rescue warship, where we didn't find anything, but we didn't expect that the warship itself was a special instrument. When we came out, we had changed our racial perception and accepted the rescue task assigned to us above. I was indeed an Protoss before, but now we have become a Kutula, hahaha..." He smiled happily and was obviously very proud, as if it was his glory to fall into the trap of the Kutula people, which was incredible.

The mental control of the Kutula people is extremely special. Even if the parties know the context and the hatred of extermination, it will not change their loyalty to the Kutula people. Wang Qi almost freed Parkwood from control just because Parkwood stayed at the Canglan base all year round and did not receive enough external stimulation. It is. After the transformation, ordinary Kutula people will waver if they know the truth in a short period of time, but every time they shake, their control will be stronger, and finally they will be completely controlled. No one from the Kutula sent people into the center of the defense circle to rescue the captured clan, so they came up with the trick of attracting the enemy to their own use, which can be regarded as well-intentioned. So it's natural that this mental control is different from before, and it's not surprising that Bush said so. He continued: "It is not only us who have been transformed, but also hundreds of people who have entered the warship before and after. Unfortunately, only a few dozen of us have the turn to manage the prisoners, otherwise the previous people will also be rescued by us, hehe..."

As soon as he laughed, Ortland sighed and shook his head repeatedly. The Kutula people did not have the excitement just now. They were not as loyal as before. They instinctively had an antipathy to this kind of controlling the mind. Seeing that Bush smiled so happily, they recalled their former self and suddenly understood the pity on Otland's face just now. But this understanding was just a moment, and the pride of being a Kutula quickly annihilated this rebellious idea. Several people came out of them. One of them had a white beard. Looking at his clothes, he was the rank of lieutenant general and the highest rank among the prisoners on the field. Although he is in a difficult situation now, his power still exists. He came forward and said, "I'm Lieutenant General Alkas, Bushes. God is their capital. It's not easy to escape. What's your plan?" This question came from the voice of everyone, and all the prisoners stared at him, waiting for his reply.

Bushes made a military salute to the Kutula and said, "Don't worry, Mr. General, we have arranged the whole line. Our current identity has not been exposed at all. When we release the false news that you have been executed, our warship can return to the front line station. At that time, the alliance will launch a small-scale attack, and we can take the opportunity to escape. We have discussed it over and over again, and there should be a high chance of success.

Otlan's face was slightly gloomy. He was very clear about the defense system of the Protoss. After hearing it, he knew that they were likely to succeed, but Arcas frowned. Bushes hurriedly said, "Is there any omission?"

Arcas looked at Otland, who was paralyzed on the ground and said, "There's nothing else. I just have one question: How do you release the news? The only person who can inform the upper class of the Protoss now knows our plan, and he doesn't look greedy and afraid of death."

Bushes was relieved and said, "Hey, this is not a problem. Because he will soon be ours, and naturally he will speak for us. Isn't it, Uncle Ortland, haha..." As he smiled, a fluid substance came out of his clothes. More and more, it quickly turned into a film and flew up. Otlan finally panicked, but his whole body was paralyzed. His body was not strong, nor was he a mage. There was no way to save himself. He watched the film wrap himself up, and then his whole body was drowsy and gradually lost consciousness. In full view of the public, the membrane clothing gathered into a sphere, suspended in mid-air, beating like a heart. The hearts of the prisoners also beat with this heart. Some people suddenly turned their heads and didn't want to look anymore.

It didn't take a long time. About ten minutes or so, the mysterious sphere gradually lost its luster and withered, and finally turned into light particles to dissipate. The Ortland inside gently landed, opened its eyes, and then smiled at Bushes and said, "Take them back to the warship first, and I will immediately notify the Defense Department of the Protos. I believe that the order to return to the station will come down soon.

Bushes said, "What about you?" Otlan laughed and said, "I decided to stay on the planet and finally sneak into the enemy's headquarters. How can this opportunity be wasted? Be careful when you escape. Don't expose the fact that the prisoners are hiding in your warship, otherwise I will be in trouble. Bush said, "Don't worry, as long as things go well, they won't have a chance to know the secret at all." Ortland smiled and said, "That's good."

Only ten minutes later, Otlan has completely pretended to be a Kutula. For the benefit of the Kutula people, he is willing to take risks, but he has put the protoss he really belonged to his own enemy. Although the prisoners present did not say anything, they all felt a little chill in their hearts. They thought about it in their hearts, and their faces naturally showed something. Bushes and Ortland looked at these in their eyes and couldn't help exchanging eyes. Bushes nodded slightly to show that he understood that these people were a little unreliable now.

It may be ridiculous for two outsiders to comment on these real Kutula people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the race, but now their loyalty is indeed not as good as these newcomers who are controlled and see the interests of the Kutula people above all else.

Things went well. Although the protony's infiltration of the Kutula people was very important, the government restructuring was at a critical moment, and there were some mistakes in management. These Kutula people took advantage of the situation and went unimpeded all the way, and soon came to the outer fortress. As soon as they arrived at the fortress, the Kutula launched an attack. With the cooperation of the two, the prisoners were easily brought back to the Latin base. Bush and others were regarded as dead by the Kutula by the Protos, and relied on his father to be called the title of a martyr.

In the office of the commander of the Third Squadron of the Second Base Fleet, Alcas stared, slapped the table, and roared at several white-clad researchers opposite: "I repeat, we have no radiation on our bodies. The Protoss controlled the radiation very little and did not hurt us. There is no need at all. You need treatment... Get out of here and don't harass me again!" Alkas looked angry, but there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable fear in his anger.

He came back, and because the failure of the war was a decision-making mistake of the upper class, he did not lose his position, so he returned to the Third Fleet to manage his troops, but he did not think it was a good thing. Since they refused to carry their own warships that led them into the base, people kept coming to call him. Let's get rid of the radiation from our bodies. He knows very well whether there is radiation on him, and all the prisoners are very clear. It is estimated that Ashmir, the commander-in-chief of the base, is also very clear, but they also ask for treatment, and the intention is very clear: they Kutulas who are out of mental control are no longer trusted and must exert control over them again. . But how can people who have tasted freedom return to the cage by themselves?

"But what we have to do is not only treatment, but also to let the general return to the Kutula tribe..." A researcher hurriedly defended.

"Aren't I from Kutula now?" Arcas shouted, "If your so-called return to the Kutula people just let me not rot after death, but directly return to the arms of God, then it's not necessary..."

"But this is Commander Ashmir's order." Another researcher said, "General Arcas, your body is very important to us Kutula people. You should have this awareness."

"Can't you really see that there is no radiation on me? Or is this just your interface..." Alkas said coldly, with a little murderous intention in his tone. At this point, there is no need to cover it up.

Several researchers looked at each other and said, "I'm sorry, General Arcas, forgive us for offending..." Before the words fell, a strange force suddenly pressed on all sides, restrained Arcas and hung in mid-air and could not move. He is very familiar with this force, which is the ability of the internal defense system of the warship, which was originally used to deal with enemies invading from the outside world. Alkas said with hatred, "You even control my warship. It seems that you have planned it for a long time..." He smiled bitterly, "Shouldn't I really come back?"

As soon as this idea appeared, his consciousness began to fall into a coma and soon sank into the darkness. Several researchers picked up his body and put it behind him, and pushed him out of the office.

On the distant Karensner planet, on the parliament building, next to the floor-to-ceiling window of the speaker's office, the ruler of the Pan-Koutula Alliance, is looking out of the window. Under his feet is an endless city, he whispered, "The revival of the Kutula people does not need too self-centered individuals. All of us are just tools. Unfortunately, my children, even..." His voice gradually lowered and he couldn't hear it more clearly. Then he suddenly turned around and looked at the open space behind him. Parkwood's figure flashed, glanced around and said loudly, "What's wrong with your nerve, Speaker, no Will it be here to feel the world? This is a harbinger of aging." Menes also laughed and said, "I'm a thousand years old. Why don't I get old?"

Parkwood said, "Hey, forget it, I think you can still live for thousands of years..." He walked to the edge of Meis and said seriously, "It's a big deal. The branches of our clan under our surveillance suddenly disappeared yesterday."

"What? How can such a thing happen!" Menes was shocked, instinctively raised his voice and said, "Where did you get this news? Is it unreliable?"

"It's unreliable. You can see for yourself." Parkwood didn't want to joke anymore. He casually took out a thumb-sized crystal and rubbed it a few times to throw it out. The crystal floated up and shot out a glide, reflecting a flat image with a star map and data. Menes stared at the picture a few times, and his face slowly became solemn. Parkwood said, "It's okay if only people disappear. It's too strange that even the whole planet has disappeared, not to mention that so many planets disappear at the same time..."

The Kutula people classify all the races that disappeared after death as the branches of the Kutula clan. These branches are numerous and distributed throughout the universe. Although Meisness and others have been away from the earth for more than 800 years, how vast the universe is. Only a few have been destroyed or merged by them. The Protos are the branches found so far. Although there are many people in the group with the most powerful scientific and technological strength or combat effectiveness, compared with the total number of races that have not yet stepped into space or have not yet entered scientific and technological civilization, the number is only a fraction. Therefore, although the Kutula people are strong, it is also time-consuming to deal with these races as much as possible. What's more, the Protos and Toledes will not stand by, so they have adopted the method of inclusion in surveillance. This method seemed very reasonable at that time, but at this time, it brought a lot of trouble, but who would have thought that the Toledes suddenly went crazy and transferred them together with their planets to other star domains.

Menese looked at it and said, "Are you really sure that these planets have not been destroyed?"

Parkwood shook his head and said, "No, our surveillance system keeps complete records. They all disappear in an instant, but they are not destroyed."

Menis said, "Have you found out where to go?"

Parkwood shook his head again and said, "This is another strange place. Our surveillance system does not sense their where they are at all, and there is no one at all. However, we are lucky that one of the planets was discovered by our outer space exploration fleet, and it is 200 million light-years away from its original location. This technology is beyond our imagination. I think there is only one suspect..." He paused for a moment and continued, "I can't think of anyone else can do this except the Toleda people. But why did they suddenly do this? I really can't figure it out.