Chapter 433: General Grievous, Birth
431. General Grievous, Birth
Time goes back to two months ago, to the planet Geonosis.
A pair of ferocious eyes with vertical pupils suddenly opened, and the eyeballs moved slowly, looking at everything around them.
Medical robots, bacta tanks, robotic arms, doctors, and... Geonosians.
Raising his hands, what he saw was a pair of robotic arms. Although unfamiliar, they were very flexible. There was no delay at all from the signal transmitted from the brain to the action of the robotic arms.
Almost at the same time, countless scanned data appeared in his eyes, and everything around him was analyzed in detail.
A Geonosian man with a cane came over and spoke in the language of Geonosism. The translator immediately translated the language, "Are you awake, Grifo? General Si."
"I am...what happened?" Grievous looked down at his body. This was a body wrapped in a cold body, but he could see it under the body. Feel your own beating and fiery heartbeat.
"Your operation was successful, General Grievous." Archduke Bogle of Geonosus came over with a cane and said, "We use the most advanced biomechanical technology. This body is built for you, which ensures that you have extremely powerful power, enough to destroy all Jedi Knights!”
"Jedi Knights..." Grievous repeated the term, and he felt a surge of anger welling up. "They plotted to assassinate me and shot down my spaceship... I... want to kill them! Kill them. All of them!"
The Bogle-Inferior looked at Grievous's reaction with satisfaction and said in Geonosian: "It seems that your memory has recovered well, now, You can go see your leader."
"No! I don't have a leader!" Grievous roared.
"He is the one who gave you a new life. He funded you and gave you such a powerful body. At the same time, he is wise and decisive and is a great leader." Another voice came from outside the door. There was a sound, and Thornhill walked in.
"I know you, Thorn-Hir, co-chairman of the Interstellar Banking Association." Grievous said.
"Of course you know me, because before you were attacked by the Jedi, you were our collection agent. You should still remember it, right?" Thorn Hill's smile was a little cold. He stepped aside, and behind him were 4 An IG-100 guard robot holding a high-voltage electric cane, "Do you remember these robots? This is a guard robot specially designed and manufactured according to your requirements."
"I...remember. These stinky ones, no Use a robot! "
"Very well, let's go and meet your future leader, Count Dooku." After finishing speaking, Thorn Hill led Grievous outside. Go. He didn't dare to leave the protection of the IG-100 guard robots, just because he was worried that Grievous would suddenly remember something and crush his neck.
However, this did not happen. Grievous followed the two quietly to Count Dooku.
"I am very happy to see that you survived in the end and are willing to obey my command." Count Dooku's words were still full of contempt.
"You are Count Dooku..."
"That's right. In the next period of time, I will train you to make you stronger enough to tear your enemies into pieces." Count Dooku said.
"Yes, my enemy...my sworn enemy! Uh-huh..." Grievous felt dizzy, and he subconsciously wanted to cover his forehead, and then there was After that, there was the sound of metal palms colliding with metal shells, and a burst of emptiness without any touch. "That's right...Jedi Knight!"
"That's exactly it." Count Dooku said to Bogle with satisfaction. The Archduke and Thorn-Chil nodded.
...Two months later, Grievous stood in front of Count Dooku with a respectful attitude.
"Your training has been completed very well, Grievous." Count Dooku said, "I have taught you all the seven styles of lightsaber swordsmanship. You... already have enough power. Go kill a Jedi."
"It's not enough, I want to become stronger." Grievous's voice was dull under the cover of the metal shell.
"Your training will continue, but I no longer have time to spend time with you. You may still have a few years to hone yourself, while I will plan some personal abilities. Something other than that...for example, a powerful force that can rival the Galactic Republic." Count Dooku said, unzipping his clothes, taking off a lightsaber from his waist and handing it to Grievous.
This is the green lightsaber of Jedi Master Seve Dias, who was killed by him before.
"This lightsaber originally belonged to an old friend of mine, and now I give it to you. Just use your own weapons to tear the Jedi into pieces!" Count Dooku said with a proud smile.
Grievers took the lightsaber, but said nothing.
Count Dooku smiled contemptuously again, "This is an unparalleled gift, especially for a... robot. So, if you want to express your gratitude, it is not inappropriate at this time. Behavior. Hahahaha..."
After that, he turned around and left without waiting for Grievous's answer, and walked away with a chuckle.
Grievers raised his hand to look at the lightsaber in his hand, pressed the button, and the pair of vertical pupils under the metal shell became ferocious.
Uh-huh! ! The green lightsaber blade popped out instantly, "I..."
Grievous's voice was like a demon. He suddenly rose up, and his body was so fast that it was unimaginable. With a single stroke of the lightsaber in his hand, Grievous Cut off the head of an IG-100 robot next to it.
"...It's not..."
Finding that they were under attack, the IG-100 robots also picked up the high-voltage electric wands to resist, but the lightsaber in Grievous's hand But like a poisonous snake, it opens and closes at extremely fast speeds and at tricky angles. If a Jedi were present, he would definitely be surprised, because this is the fourth of the seven sword techniques of the lightsaber, Ataru!
"...Robot!!!" Grievous roared angrily, his voice echoing in the empty hall.
As the sound disappeared, there were a few bangs and bangs, and the remains of the IG-100 robots scattered piece by piece, rolling down on the ground.
In another room, Count Dooku knelt on one knee. In front of him was the projection of Darth Sidious in a black cloak, "My Lord, Grievous' The training has been initially completed. We cleared his memory and injected him with Seve Dias's blood."
"But our experiment failed, and the Jedi Master's blood did not make Gerry. Firth gained the ability to communicate with the Force, but his powerful physical functions and firm will made up for everything. He had forgotten the meaningless past, and now Grievous, his glory and demigod belonging to the Cali people. Nobility, has been covered by a cold heart of revenge and unparalleled rage."
"Under that indestructible shell is an extremely powerful general and a great strategist. He has no sympathy. , and has no fear, including death! In the foreseeable future, he will lead countless robot armies to tear apart this decadent..."
"Galactic Republic!"
(End of this chapter)