Chapter 803 Kazak Tribe
All Heavens and Worlds·Depth 5.
Coordinates; X:-420, Y:75, Z:110.
This coordinate is located in a remote stellar projection system in the etheric space covered by the Golden Tree, far away from the main etheric routes.
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 levels of the guide chain of the [Ether Ocean].
There is a star projection in the real world at the core of this coordinate. It is a dim red dwarf star, surrounded by several nameless asteroid belts and gaseous planets. The natural shielding effect is excellent.
Aetheric dust and psychic turbulence seriously interfere with signal detection, making it difficult for outsiders to locate the coordinates.
In this area, [Uska Raider Base] is like a solid fortress, standing on the desolate Ether Plain.
The sky was a deep purple void, dotted with sporadic lightning and black clouds. Occasionally, huge and fuzzy creatures could be seen passing by in the sky.
The entire base is like an entrenched beast. The outer wall is made of some kind of dark gray metal, exuding a cold luster.
There are huge energy cannons mounted on the tower, emitting a faint green light. Once any suspicious target approaches, these energy cannons will spit out deadly rays without hesitation.
Inside the base, long and narrow corridors crisscross.
Rows of flags with black background and red stripes hang on the wall;
——The flag is engraved with four crossed bones, and the bones are full of twisted and complex runes.
This is the symbol of [Traveler] in [Pantheistic System/Dark Gods].
He is the holder of medium divine power in the universe, symbolizing chaos, change, deception and innovation.
According to the Golden Court's nine-camp information authority division method, every religious deity in the world spreads his or her information authority according to the method of his own camp, and the same is true for their believers.
Most of his believers are erratic, pursuing destruction, selfish, but also full of creativity and cunning.
Every flag in the base seems to declare: This is the territory of [The Traveler], and his will is supreme here.
The leader of the Kazak tribe, Waxa walked slowly in the corridor.
He is two meters tall, and his slender and strong body is covered with thick dark green scales, which glow with a cold metallic luster under the light.
His tail swung gently with his steps.
Waksa's head is triangular in shape, and its amber vertical pupils emit a dangerous light in the dim light.
Kazak Tribe: A race dominated by reptilians.
Before the [Golden Tree] dragged the entire hub world in the ether, they had been making a living by wandering.
They are natural hunters, and their body structure gives them great advantages.
Their thick scales can resist most ordinary physical attacks, while their sharp claws and powerful limbs give them the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat.
As the leader of the Kazak tribe, Waksa is one of the best.
He not only possesses extremely strong fighting ability, but also possesses calm judgment and extraordinary wisdom, which enabled him to lead his tribe and establish this base in the early development of the complex and cruel deep world.
However, today's reptilian leader felt a strange emotion.
His mind was restless, and his vertical pupils shrank slightly, like a hunting beast smelling danger.
He raised his head and looked around, as if he wanted to find the source of this uneasiness, but except for the occasional flashing light of the piercing warning light caused by strange animals, everything seemed normal.
——It happens from time to time that alien beasts trigger noises in the base. After they are stationed here, there will be noises every day.
The reptilian leader couldn't help but quicken his pace, and his strong body seemed even tighter.
He walked through the long narrow corridor, passing several control rooms and storage areas, his eyes quickly scanning every detail.
His dark gray scales glowed coldly in the dim light, and his tail was hanging low, but swaying slightly with every step, like a whip ready to hit prey at any time.
The tense muscles and sharp gaze made every tribesman who passed by him subconsciously lower his head to avoid it, for fear of arousing the leader's anger.
On both sides of the corridor, members of the Kazak tribe were busy.
Several tribesmen who looked like technicians were gathering around a huge console, debugging the base's defense system. Their claws were sliding rapidly on the virtual panel, and complex symbols and data streams were constantly flashing on the display.
On the other side, several soldiers were carefully checking the supplies in the storage area to confirm whether the looted loot was 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 couldn't help but speed up a bit.
There was a closed control room, with Kazak characters hanging at the door that read - [Concealed Jamming Array].
This is one of the core facilities of the entire base, and it is also the place where leader Waksa is most concerned about at the moment.
[Stealth Jamming Array] is the key equipment technology that the Kazak tribe relies on to hide and evade enemy tracking. It can greatly reduce the probability of bases and ships being scanned, thereby extending the hiding time.
It is precisely because of its existence that this raider base can lurk in Depth 5 for a long time and conduct plunder and trade.
At this moment, he pushed open the door of the control room. The technicians inside immediately stopped their work and stood up straight to bow their heads to him.
"Hello, chief!"
"Hello, chief!"
The leader's eyes quickly swept across the control room, and finally landed on the core device of the array.
It was a huge device, its surface covered with intertwined optical fibers and metal pipes, shining with dark blue energy.
"Chief, all parameters of the jamming array are normal. A total of 3,647 scans were detected this month, and 74 etheric research ships from various forces were captured and intercepted to investigate the wave rate..."
Several Kazakh technicians were busy making adjustments next to the array, but Waksa did not wait patiently for their reports.
"Get out of the way!!!"
One of his subordinates seemed to react a step too slowly and stood in front of Waksa. Before he could move away, Waksa's strong elbow had already swung over and hit the opponent's abdomen hard.
Boom——
With an elbow, there was only a muffled sound, and the technician was immediately hit by the elbow and flew out, hitting the wall heavily.
The Kazakh technician fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, curled up in pain, but did not dare to make any sound. He could only look at his leader cautiously with eyes filled with fear.
Leader Waksa didn't look at the man again. His attention was completely focused on the display of the jamming array.
His tall figure blocked the light of the console, his sharp claws lightly scratched in the void, and the data on the display screen switched accordingly.
A series of complex operating parameters are displayed on the screen. The energy flow is normal and the concealment index is within the ideal range without any abnormalities.
Seeing all this, the reptilian leader took a deep breath, and the strong uneasiness finally eased a little.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his finger on the display, then turned around and glanced coldly at the technician on the ground.
The members of the Kazakh tribe trembled when they were being watched, and they lowered their heads despite the pain, not daring to look at the leader.
"Stand up, don't let me see you look so incompetent again."
The leader Waksa said coldly, his voice low and depressed, but with an unquestionable majesty.
The technician climbed up from the ground with difficulty, lowered his head and retreated to the corner.
The leader turned and walked out of the control room, his tail tapping the ground lightly, making a dull sound.
His face was still gloomy, and the uneasiness in his heart had not completely dissipated.
It was precisely because of this that he didn't kill the guy in front of him whose scales hadn't grown hard yet with a single blow of his tail today!
The social structure of the Kazakh people destined such a scene to be the norm.
In this tribal system, the strong is respected as the eternal law.
The most powerful individual serves as the leader and wins the respect and allegiance of his tribe through personal force and strategy.
The leader Waksa is firmly in this position by virtue of his unparalleled strength and ruthless methods.
Their culture has also profoundly affected the thoughts of every tribesman. Their racial thoughts are clear and direct, like the rules of survival engraved in their bones:
——Plunder glory, wealth is supreme, the ownerless things belong to the race, extreme xenophobia, and militaristic thinking.
It is this extremely xenophobic and robbery-oriented thinking mode that allows the Kazak tribe to thrive in the deep world.
However, this behavior also makes them a thorn in the side of many forces.
Since the outbreak of the Ivy War, the major forces in the world have gradually formed alliances under the rules of the [Golden Tree]. However, the Kazak tribe has been classified as unpopular by most forces due to their long-term solitary behavior and predatory behavior. Target.
The Qazak's raiding style is closely related to their technological culture.
They do not attach importance to their own scientific research and technological development, and are almost indifferent to the correction value economy brought by the [Golden Tree] and the war and technological dividends that emerged from the Ivy War.
Compared with the complex and exquisite engineering systems of other races, the technology of the Kazak tribe is mostly patchwork.
They pay more attention to practicality than aesthetics, advocating fast, efficient and cheap solutions.
Their ships are mainly small ships. These ships are equipped with cheap but efficient weapons and are suitable for rapid raids and stealth operations.
Their fleets rarely engage in protracted frontal battles, instead relying on rapid raiding operations to strike down the enemy and retreat quickly.
In the Aether Fleet battle, they are particularly good at using close-range gang-hopping battles to make up for the lack of long-range firepower.
With the popularization of the [Golden Tree] system, the Ivy War has spawned a large number of black box technologies. The technological breakthroughs brought about by these extraordinary productions have changed the battlefield pattern. The most famous one is - [Ether Physics Shield].
This shield technology can greatly improve the defensive capabilities of the ship, making most long-range firepower unable to effectively penetrate. In the battle of the Aether Fleet, the combination of shields and armor makes "jumping gangs" a way to bypass the defense system. Best choice.
Especially when fighting in the [Ether Ocean], the effectiveness of long-range weapons has dropped significantly, and "jumping gangs" has become a practical and efficient way.
The captains of the Kazak tribe often directly participate in "gang-jumping battles". This kind of close combat is a reflection of their culture's advocating personal courage and combat effectiveness.
As the vanguard of the battle, captains jump directly into enemy ships to fight, which not only boosts morale but also demonstrates their personal strength.
In the deep world, in the entire universe, in Terra and even more distant areas...
——There are very few forces that can effectively use long-range 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 is even more frightening is that these space-based weapons are controlled by four sword-holders.
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 is deeply hostile to 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 heaven and angels among them are just 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 lost. 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 something like this to him in a tone full of sorrow and warning:
"You will lead the entire Kazak tribe to the end.
You believe too much in your own power and rely too much on that little bit of wisdom.
However, you are too young, and you 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 complex light shining in the old man's eyes - desperation, anger, and deep fear for the future.
But before he could finish those words, his head was blown open by his tail, and blood splashed 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:
"What is that?"
Boom————————