Chapter 64: A Boy's Dream!
Deep within the massive space located a hundred meters underground in Shabak City, the enormous Pyramid Royal Palace remained conspicuous. However, the Stone Slab Corridor, once bustling with people, was now sparsely populated.
Only pairs of Slave Guards could be seen patrolling back and forth, whips hanging from their waists and battle axes in hand, inspecting the numerous Prison Cells on either side filled with Slaves.
Although this place was underground, it wasn't dim. Numerous Electric Lights provided ample illumination, giving it a feeling similar to late afternoon.
"Hey, how do you think the battle above is going? I have a bad feeling about this."
"What are you thinking? You know His Majesty's Strength. I heard the Marines only sent two Rear Admirals this time. What could possibly go wrong?"
"But His Majesty has been up there for so long, and there's been no News at all. I thought he'd be back soon to lead us in retreating."
"Instead, batches of those Slaves are being sent to the Surrounding Battlefields."
After hearing his companion's words, the other Slave Guard, who had originally been confident in their side, also became hesitant, no longer bothering to check on the Situation of the Slaves inside the Prison Cells.
"This..."
Suddenly, a rapid whooshing sound echoed in their ears. The two instinctively became vigilant, but before their gazes could even shift, they felt a sharp pain in the back of their necks, followed by a squelching sound as their throats were pierced by a single finger.
"Ugh!"
With a dull thud, the two collapsed to the ground. Driven by the Strength of their survival instincts, their hands tightly clutched the bloody holes in their necks, but they still couldn't stop the warm Blood from flowing through their fingers.
Behind them stood a Marine Major wearing a Coat of Justice, bare-handed, his two fingers slowly bending.
"Ah! It's, it's the Marines!"
"Did the Marines come to save us?!"
The Slaves in the Prison Cells on both sides, upon seeing this Major, their originally despairing, numb, and hollow eyes suddenly revealed a Look of Hope.
"That's right, we're here to save everyone. However, there are too many of you. To facilitate management and avoid causing chaos, please remain patient inside for now. Once we've dealt with all the Criminals, specialized Government Personnel will naturally come to arrange for your resettlement!"
This Major seemed completely unconcerned about the other three teams of Slave Guards rushing towards him. Instead, he gently comforted the surrounding Slaves with a warm Expression.
At the same time, he noticed that most of the people held in the Prison Cells were young Women, along with some young Girls and Boys.
It was understandable that there were no Elderly People, as they had no value as Slaves, but it was strange that there were no Young and Strong Men either.
Just then.
A Girl in a Prison Cell on the left side, seeing the fierce-looking Slave Guards charging over with Blades, quickly called out sweetly to the Major in the Corridor: "Be careful! Mr. Marine!"
"Heh heh, thank you for the reminder, beautiful Miss."
The Major gave her a handsome Smile. The next second, he raised his right index finger, bent it, and struck out at ultra-high Speed, transforming into Afterimages to point at the six Steel Axes chopping down towards him.
"Finger Gun: Yellow Lotus!"
This was a common advanced Move/Technique of the Navy Six Styles Finger Pistol. The basic Finger Pistol was a single shot in a fixed direction, but this Move/Technique was Rapid-fire, and during the process, the position could be changed arbitrarily up, down, left, or right. Depending on one's mastery of it, the number of Rapid-fire shots also varied.
With his current Strength, he could pierce out twelve Finger Guns in one second.
Almost instantly, the Axe Blades around the Major were easily shattered, and immediately after, the Adam's Apples of their owners were cruelly pierced through. Suddenly, there were six more Slave Guards lying on the ground, clutching their throats and dead.
"Ah!"
Seeing this scene, the Women and Girls in the Cages on both sides turned pale with fright. Some Boys directly buried their faces in the arms of the Women beside them, trying to escape this cruel reality.
Meanwhile.
From a bird's-eye view of the entire Underground Space, one would see many White Shadows moving at high Speed, slaughtering the patrolling Slave Guards.
Exclamations would turn into piercing Screams within seconds, followed by Cheers and Calls for Help echoing from the Prison Cells everywhere.
At this moment, all the Slaves were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes. Those White Greatcoats, inscribed with the words 'Justice', became the most beautiful Scenery.
Especially the young Boys, who tightly gripped the bars of the Prison Cells, staring intently at the Heroic Fighting Posture of every Marine Officer, their eyes shimmering with a Radiance called yearning.
However, the entire battle came and went quickly.
There were simply less than three hundred Slave Guards left behind. This amount of 'Meat' was not even enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of fifty Elites from Marine Headquarters.
However, they didn't kill everyone. They casually captured a few alive to serve as 'Informants'. After some rough interrogation, they got a general understanding of the Situation here.
"So those Black-Marked Zealots before were Royal Guards who drank Powerful Water!" A Lieutenant Colonel pinched his chin, an unsurprised Expression on his face, then squatted down and pointed at the Green Light Collar on the 'Informant's' Neck.
"And this thing, a creation from the Pet-Pet Fruit's Ability. Under the Order of King Taklamakan, the Body will unleash one hundred percent of its Strength without restraint. Coupled with the Medicinal Effect of the Powerful Water, this Slave King truly doesn't treat you guys as anything important."
Hearing this, the captured Slave Guard Warrior showed a miserable Bitter Smile on his face. He was originally captured as a Slave himself, and after being fitted with the Collar, he became a Slave Guard who had no choice but to be loyal.
A Colonel beside him said with a serious Expression: "Besides this, what I'm more concerned about is that the Slave King used his Ability to Control all the Male Slaves and sent them to the Surrounding Battlefields. With their Bodies capable of unleashing one hundred percent Strength, plus the absolute numerical advantage, I can already imagine the pressure the Marines there are facing!"
Another Lieutenant Colonel nodded and said: "We must hurry there to provide Support!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another Major walked out, squatted down, and asked the captured Slave Guard: "Since you've lived here for a long time, you should know about the fast entry and exit passages and methods."
"This..."
Just as the Slave Guard was worried that he would lose his value once he told everything, a brown-skinned Boy in the adjacent Prison Cell, who looked about seven or eight years old, shouted loudly.
"I know! I know!"
"Oh?"
All fifty Marine Officers looked over in unison, which startled the Boy into silence. Fortunately, the Major walked over and smiled gently: "Little friend, are you willing to help?"
"Yes!"
The Boy reacted. Although he was wearing Handcuffs, he still shouted excitedly: "I want to be a Marine too in the future!"
"Hahahaha, that's great! It seems our Marines will have excellent Talent joining us in the future." The Major reached out and ruffled the Boy's hair, asking: "Then tell me, what do you know?"
"These bad guys brought us here using a Rail Car, it's in that direction!" The Boy shouted, pointing in a direction based on the impression in his mind.
"Is that so? That's wonderful, you've helped a great deal!" The Major was overjoyed, then asked: "Child, what's your Name and how old are you?"
"My Name is Xiu Zuo, and I'm eight years old!"
"Alright, my Name is Lieutenant Colonel Amos, currently a Headquarters Major. If you join the Marines someday, you can contact me." Saying this, Lieutenant Colonel Amos took a Pen from his Coat pocket and wrote a string of numbers on the Boy's sleeve.
"This is my Den Den Mushi Number!"
Immediately after, Lieutenant Colonel Amos stood up, turned to look at his Colleagues, and suggested: "I suggest leaving ten people to guard here, and the other forty split into four teams to rush to the respective Battlefields. How about it?"
Although only ten Headquarters Officers could provide Support to each location, it was still quite formidable Combat Power against the Slave Guard Legion of the Tutmos Kingdom.
"Agreed!"
Five minutes later, after a quick discussion, ten people who had the greatest consumption or heavier Injuries in the previous battle were chosen to stay behind, while the other forty disappeared from their spots with whooshing sounds.
This scene shocked the red-skinned Boy, and his eyes became even brighter.
"I must become a Marine, absolutely!"
The plot will develop step by step. The book hasn't even reached that many words yet. Some Readers shouldn't be too impatient. Matters of people's livelihood, systems, Technology, and the Military will all be written about. The World Government is vast, and the Pirate Planet is even larger. Don't you eat one bite at a time? If you have any good ideas, you can share them, and I will accept them, but please don't be too aggressive or speak so harshly, acting as if it's completely unreasonable if I don't write according to your ideas. Can't we just communicate calmly with each other?
(End of this chapter)