Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 860: Master

Jigu seemed to have been in this base for quite some time and was very familiar with the various parts of the base. This base, called Death Star, was divided into upper, middle, and lower floors, and the inner, outer, and middle regions. Three horizontally and three horizontally, nine regions were outlined. Of the nine regions, the outer region was the widest, covering almost half of the stars. In addition to the internal base, there were also exposed structures, fortifications, and weapons systems. The inner perimeter area was relatively small. This area was mainly occupied by the Grai and Catu people, as well as important resources, the intelligent brain computer room.

The laborers like Jigu were all placed in the periphery. Their work was to build all kinds of buildings on the base, and there was no lack of them working in space. But since space operations are far less convenient than the Grai Giants, there are very few opportunities for them to work outside the base.

As for the most concealed base center, I don't know where it is. All Jigu knew was that in the Barbarian factory, everything that was produced every day had to be sent to the base's hub. According to Jigu's description, those things looked like parts of some machines. As for what it was used for, this Shui Mu wasn't sure either.

"We're here."

Gigu brought Allen and the others to a large door. His eyes rolled left and right and he said to Allen, "Carry me up." josei

He was referring to the password lock in front of the door, and that height was indeed not within his reach at the moment. Alan picked him up, and Gigu stretched out his six tentacles and pressed on the password lock for a while, and the door automatically separated from each other. He said proudly, "These electronic locks change a set of passwords every day, but the passwords are changed once every 30 days. Those idiots and Catus definitely don't know. Every time I secretly memorize the passwords, so that they can be used as they are now."

Hubble, who was also a Catu, snorted as he closed his palms and wondered if he could strangle this little thing that was filled with poisonous water. After thinking about it, he didn't need to argue with this little thing.

In front of Allen and the others, there was a small warehouse. In fact, it was not small. With an area of more than a hundred square meters, a space of twenty meters was not considered small. However, in the Death Star Base, which occupied half of the planet, there wasn't much space left. The metal cabinets in the warehouse pressed against the dome like pillars, pressing down on the ground. They could be used to store things as well as act as load-bearing.

Ellen looked at the warehouse and said, "Aren't we going to the factory?"

"What's the difference between going like this and committing suicide? If you want to get up and enter, you have to find some disguise." Gigu, like a mollusk, turned his head, turned 180 degrees to look at Hubble, and said, "I wonder who you are, even the companions of the Catus." This is also good, convenient to do things. It's probably impossible to swagger into Piero's madman's factory like this, but if a Lord Catu escorts a few of our prisoners in, he'll still be able to pass the test. "

Hubble murmured, "Here we go again."

Ellen knew he was referring to getting on the mothership and shrugged, "I know you don't like people who pretend to be Vasark, but in this case, you'll have to do it again."

Hubble turned around and said, "You have to give me five barrels of ale when you get back."

"I'll let you drink enough."

Hubble's face turned cloudy.

Jigu had already jumped up and down, pointing at the cabinets. "There's a break force lock over there. We have to put it on ourselves." Of course, it was good to be like this, there was no need to really start it. There's also this, this, this. This is where the captive uniform is placed. That's right, it's the one I wore before. Since he wanted to act, he had to act decently. That big guy, that's right. It's you. Come here. "Replace that shit on you. You 're still wear a five-toothed necklace. That' s right, so we can act more like you."

After a while, Allen and the others put on their captives' clothes and put on a broken force lock between their hands and feet. Hubble put on a full set of excellent armor. His lightning was Orchilla's special weapon, too eye-catching. So he put on a pitch black heavy spear, heavy spear and heavy armor, so that it could match the five-toothed necklace around his neck. In the end, Jake found him a helmet, and even those who knew Hubble wouldn't recognize him immediately when he put it on.

"That's no problem. Let's go. Counting the time, Piero's factory is about to start. If he jumps the queue halfway, it will inevitably attract suspicions." Jigu shouted.

Piero's factories are very different from those in general.

There were no walls or factories in this factory. To put it bluntly, there was a hall in the mountains that could accommodate hundreds of people working at the same time. In this huge stone hall, hundreds of stone pillars were left to support the load. Under each stone pillar, there was a fire, illuminating the hall. Although it was crude and even primitive, this "factory" was still located in the Death Star Base. The reason why he looked like this was because the Baltic, who claimed to be a master, was fond of him.

Grandmaster Piero says this environment is the best place for him to work in Agares, and only in similar circumstances can he concentrate. However, the Baltic, who had been chattering all day, could not tell when he had been able to concentrate, but he had come with Berukai the Fire Devil, who had only left behind a sentence: "Do as he says."

So there was a factory.

Although the environment of the factory was primitive, the equipment was not primitive at all. From small smelting furnaces to laser cutting machines, from tractors to engineering trucks. There were even some nameless machines. The crystals on them flashed with red and green light, and the ground was filled with cables of all sizes. The smaller ones are as thick as arms, and the larger ones are as straight as legs, so be careful with the cables in the factory. Even if the Catus stumbled, they would get a curse from the Master, not to mention the prisoners.

Since it was a factory, it was naturally a place to work. Four to five hundred prisoners worked day and night here every day. The captives were of all races, mostly humans, and were essentially federal soldiers. On Death Star Base, the total number of captive laborers was 2,000. One-fourth of them took turns serving in factories, while the rest were scattered throughout the base, building aliens' nests like workers.

However, no one knew what he was doing. Because the working hours and types of work were often disrupted, the last time they were assigned here, they could be responsible for assembling parts, but the next time they were assigned here, they would be used to smelt steel and iron. However, there were no rules to speak of, and no matter how careful a person was, it was still very difficult for them to come up with a clue. All we know is that the factory starts day and night, and the coolies that enter the factory to serve are divided into two shifts every day. They work alternately and have to do it for 12 hours without rest.

Every day, tractors would bring in large quantities of supplies, and there would always be components of unknown size that would be shipped out. The whereabouts and functions of these components were extremely mysterious. Even though Piero, the so-called master, liked to talk to himself, the people who had stayed in this factory many times only knew that these components were finally sent to the center of the Death Star Base. However, there was no way to know what it was used for.

Piero was cursing when Hubble pretended to be swaggered with Alan and the other fake prisoners to the gate. As his voice was shrill and his curses were endless, it quickly attracted Allen's attention. The Baltic was as thin as the trunk of a withered tree, and his skin, which was bare outside the black robe, was dry, and had some body hair, not knowing whether it was a thorn or a bristle. His head was strangely large, oval-shaped, with three round eyes and dark vertical lines at the center of his pupils. Her long, sharp ears trembled with excitement, and her wrinkled head was devoid of a single hair, as ugly as it was ugly.

He also had a pair of twisted and deformed hands. His arms were long and thin, but his palms were exceptionally fat. Three chubby fingers had black hook-shaped nails. Heavens knew how such a pair of three-fingered fat hands could lift things.

"Are you late?" At the gate, a barbarian soldier from Catu stepped forward to investigate. Seeing the five-toothed necklace on Hubble's neck, he was not as afraid as the other Catus, but had a slightly respectful expression.

According to Jake, Hubble said, "These prisoners were caught by me while they were running. It took me some time."

"Oh, I know." Previously, he had indeed heard of a prisoner explosion, so the guard did not doubt it.

Just as Hubble was about to step forward, the guard reached out and stopped him, "Lord, please hand in your work number."

Jake was anxious and Alan looked at him. The Shui Mu could not explain in detail at this time. Since this number was the number of each prisoner, they had to hand over the number upon entering the factory to facilitate verification and distribution of work. There are no such rules in other areas, and only factories entering Piero have this strict rule. It had been more than thirty days since he had come to work in the factory last time, and Jake had forgotten about it.

But now, this small matter was enough to expose them. After all, they weren't real prisoners, so where did they get the code number? As the guard urged, Catherine quietly held onto the snake sickle's handle, and Alan's hand landed on the Bloody Hidden Saber wrapped in layers of cloth. If their deeds were revealed, then they would only have to risk their lives to prepare to break out of the encirclement. '"What are you doing?" Piero suddenly shouted, "Get the fuck in here if you have any workers. I need some men here. Damn it, can't you find me something stronger and smarter? You have to use these idiots! You, you, you, that's right, you big guy. I think you're strong enough to get over here and work for me."

Could it be that the guard said, "Master, they …"

"Shut up! You stupid pig, don't you know that a second is more precious than a year of your life? So don't waste my time, or I'll make you look good!" The bald man with the big head hooked Hubble with his deformed hand, "Come on, get these things over there for me!"

He pointed at a pile of parts on the ground.

Alan quietly gave Hubble a nudge from behind, and the latter snorted heavily in his helmet, evidently dissatisfied with Piero's attitude. However, he still brought Allen and the others and broke through the guard, heading straight for the Barbarians.