Chapter 462 Riddler Titanium Master

Iron Fort, also known as the "Central Iron Fort".

The Iron Castle Records Hall is not open to the public. The workstation of data recorder Orion Pax is arranged next to the archive shelf as usual. This arrangement is also related to his social class. He accesses the communication network, which is invisibly distributed throughout Cybertron. Orion Pax monitors and records every communication in the network, listens to the communication content that meets certain standards, classifies and annotates it, and then stores it in a specific area in the data network.

The Hall of Records, like all the other buildings in the Iron Fortress, was made of a golden alloy and had a curvaceous architectural style that was all the rage in the city. The architects of the Iron Fortress loved to build tall, monumental buildings with conical spires that seemed to rise into the air. This whole city was built to commemorate ideals and great aspirations... but now Cybertronians had no ideals. They were born into a fixed class and that never changed.

The citizens of Cybertron are currently living in a state of perfect stasis, a state that has lasted for thousands of years. In a sense, Iron Fortress is the common ancient memory of the entire Cybertron civilization - a memory that no longer exists in the memory bank of the Cybertronians today.

Inside the Hall of Records, there was another kind of stagnation. From the mythical era, to the Thirteen Primitive Wars that lasted billions of cycles, to the latest network information monitored by Orion Pax - the history of Cybertron was all here. The history was completely catalogued and stored, indexed and cross-indexed. Unless the Supreme Council or other authoritative organizations were concerned about the order of the citizens, the ever-growing records in the Hall of Records were never visited.

In the past, Orion Pax had read in older records that Cybertron civilization maintained contact with civilizations on other planets, and that Cybertronians visited other planets. By using a network of space bridges built using lost ancient technology, Cybertronians on distant planets could also maintain contact with Cybertron. Now the space bridge has been deactivated, and even Orion Pax, who is good at mining information in Vision One and the data network, does not know how long the bridge has been abandoned.

Today, Cybertronians like Orion Pax don't travel to other planets or fight noble battles for the great ideals of the original. Orion Pax monitors, evaluates, and classifies information in the communication network, because this is what Cybertronians of his class are supposed to do. Other classes of people either work in construction, or manage, or trade, make laws... or fight in the arena.

Oddly enough, Orion Pax has been listening to some interesting stuff on the communications network lately.

"We are all individuals!"

"We were free Cybertronians once!"

"We don't want classes! I want to break the boundaries!"

Megatronus' voice penetrated Orian Pax's mind. Oh my God, he couldn't help but think, what would the other communication monitors think if they heard this communication?

They would report Megatronus in a nanosecond!

They would definitely report it, Orian Pax thought. He became very interested in this gladiator and immediately began to look for some clues about him in the communication network. Orian Pax soon found a new communication message. Just as he thought, the gladiator king also anticipated the consequences of his words and deeds:

"If the High Council could hear me right now, they would melt me ​​into slag without a sound, no doubt. They are probably listening now. If I disappear, you must continue my work. Soundwave, you and Shockwave must continue. You are my most trusted lieutenants."

He has a team.

They are working in tandem!

Orion Pikes analyzed.

Strictly speaking, investigation and analysis are not Orion Pax's job. He is only responsible for monitoring, observation and recording. Investigators come from other levels. But he can report directly to the archivist. Orion Pax extracts this sound sample and then spends several cycles to complete a report. He must have a very good reason and sufficient evidence to prove this reason before he can meet Master Titanium.

Iron Fortress's archivist, Master Titanium, is a much older man than Orion Pax. It is said that he has existed since the days when space bridges were still popular, which was the peak of Cybertron civilization. What would it be like to travel to other planets through multi-dimensional inter-time and space bridges?

"Orion Pax," said Master Titanium, "Why did you come here to interrupt my work?"

"I need some advice, Master Titanium."

Orion activated Megatronus's record.

Master Titanium put down his antique stylus, which he often used to write in the notebook on his desk. The Iron Fortress had a database and countless hard drive copies of records, which covered almost everything that had happened in Cybertron's history. But he still chose the stylus and notebook as his interface. Orion Pax knew that Master Titanium, like many old Cybertronians, had gradually become strange.

The record was played through the loudspeaker on the wall. Master Titanium slowly put the stylus back on the table and thought about how to answer.

Finally, the archivist read out the name:

"Zhen Tianzun."

"Why did he name himself after a mythical figure?" asked Orion Pax.

"If those legends are true, Megatronus always believed that he was innocent." Master Titanium said, "He firmly believed that everything he did was right, even though everything he believed in was destroyed by his own actions."

"He's not a good role model for starting a revolution," Orion Pikes said.

Master Titanium laughed dryly.

He stood up tremblingly and said:

"Indeed not. But perhaps Megatronus's story is more than just an example to him. Who is this pretentious person?"

"He is a gladiator in the city of Kalon. At first, he had no name like other workers - these workers became gladiators in order to become famous. But he never lost, so his reputation grew, and other people were unwilling to fight him one-on-one. Now it seems that becoming the gladiator king of Kalon is no longer enough for him, and he has greater ambitions."

Orion Pikes explained.

"Ambition." Master Titanium nodded and repeated, "But you also know that Cybertron does not advocate ambition."

After saying this, Master Titanium fell into silence.

Orion Pax guessed that he was probably going to choose a suitable statement as the archivist, so he waited. After a few cycles, Master Titanium spoke:

"Go back to your workstation, Orion Pax, and continue monitoring. Report back when you discover what Megatronus is up to, and we can discuss follow-up actions then."

…

After the young Orion Pax left, Master Titanium was the only one left in the depths of the Records Hall. He thought about the situation. Master Titanium admired Orion Pax very much. Few young people had such a sharp intuition about what had just happened, not to mention that this incident might not happen again. However, Orion Pax had been monitoring the communications here, so it was not surprising that he could detect it.

The Supreme Council should know that a gladiator named himself Megatronus. But he was not sure which way to deal with it was the best. After all, since Master Titanium and Megatronus had a fundamental disagreement on the governance of Cybertron, he was demoted to the Iron Fortress by the leader of the Supreme Council. Strictly speaking, it was not his place to comment on how these things were handled.

"The Covenant, the Covenant."

Master Titanium whispered to himself:

"What do we know about this Megatronus?"

He flipped open the huge iron book in front of him.

The cover reads: "Covenant of Cybertron".

When the aftermath of the Primordial War was still underway, he created the "Covenant of Cybertron", which included the entire history of Cybertron and the people who have been active in that history, even dating back to Unicron and Yuanshi Tianzun.

Master Titanium quickly flipped through the current timeline, which was written by him. But when he flipped back, the content became obscure and unclear. Not only were the words and sentences arranged in disorder, but the rhetoric was also unclear. Later, even the words became unfamiliar. The Covenant no longer used Cybertron to record.

Master Titanium wants to glimpse a fragment of the future.

See if there is some answer there.

Unfortunately, as expected, it failed again.

This was the norm, and the archivist was not discouraged.

"Maybe... the time has not come yet."

Master Titanium said to himself.

......

Kalon City, Colosseum.

Megatron strode through the exit of the gladiator arena with a triumphant attitude and entered the maze of abandoned tunnels beneath the factory. This place was once used to mass-produce parts for semi-autonomous mining machines. Now most of the underground area of ​​the factory is used for gladiator tournaments, which is illegal but lucrative. Gladiator machines and Cybertronians are trained here and then repaired. Dead Cybertron gladiators are recycled as repair materials.

One orbital cycle ago, everything here was controlled by a gangster boss of a criminal group, who enslaved all the gladiators like machines.

No one knows or cares that this class of people are born to be workers in Kalon City, and the higher classes will not pay attention to them. As long as the ore is still being turned into finished products, the Supreme Council will never care that some of their compatriots are being enslaved in smelting plants or refining workshops.

At this moment, a secret conversation was going on here.

Several big bosses of the Kalon City Arena, their respective armed bodyguards, Megatron and his small gang.

"You are the most powerful gladiator we have ever seen, and you have true immortality. But the audience is not satisfied with this. If you keep winning, the audience will get bored."

A big boss first praised Megatron.

He is responsible for playing the good guy.

Another boss took over and said:

"Your remarks today were very dangerous, did you know that? Although the Supreme Council turned a blind eye to the gladiatorial industry in Kalon City and Slaughter City, it does not mean that they knew nothing about it. Your rebellious remarks have already fermented and spread, and they are in the data network. Thanks to our efforts, we suppressed this matter, otherwise you would have been arrested by now."

He is responsible for playing the good guy.

Megatron stood there in silence.

"We need other guys to win, too."

The bosses said to Megatron:

"But they don't have to win every time. They just need to win once or twice. That way it's easier for us to manipulate the odds. Do you understand? Do this the next time you play."

There is no intention to negotiate.

It's just a simple command.

Megatron slowly raised his head.

He had thought of this moment long before he decided to give that speech. Should he succumb to the control of others or fight to the death for himself? For a person, this moment may only appear once in a lifetime.

Not even a single command.

Megatron rushed directly towards the bodyguard.

A long-planned riot began.

…

The Jazz are having a real headache right now.

He knew very well that the alien gladiator was in the arena of Kalon City, but he was powerless to do anything.

He was just a cultural investigator. Although he was a member of the official law enforcement officers, anyone could understand that gladiatorial combat was an illegal business. However, the gladiatorial combat industries in Kalon City and Slaughter City were still thriving and almost public, which showed that the criminal groups here did not take the law seriously. They might have their people in the Supreme Council, so they would not take him, a so-called investigator, seriously. Especially since the "Space Warrior" showed extraordinary gladiatorial combat skills, it was even more impossible for the owners of the arenas to let him go.

But the Jazz are not one to give up easily.

He had promised Orion Parkes.

We need to bring this alien race back to the Iron Fortress.

The Jazz was shuttling around the arena in Kalon City, trying to find an opportunity or a loophole to bypass the guards and get close to the prison where the prisoners were held, so that he could rescue the human warrior. However, the criminal group's security work seemed to be full of loopholes, but in fact, it was rough but meticulous. The Jazz had not found a particularly good opportunity so far, and on the contrary, he was almost exposed.

Just when the Jazz were at a loss.

Suddenly he discovered that the entire city of Kalon was in chaos!

All gladiatorial competitions were suspended, and even mining and smelting work were also stopped. He witnessed with his own eyes that a large number of gladiators rushed to the streets and started violent fights. A riot and unrest of extraordinary scale was taking place, as if the entire city had lost order overnight.

The Jazz knew the opportunity had come.

He first reported the riot to his department.

Then he took this opportunity to rush to the prison.

…

The Jazz went through a lot of hardships.

Finally arrived at the place where the prisoners were held.

Half a mile below the arena, all the underground supporting structures, workers' dormitories, material warehouses, and refining pipelines are intertwined to form a complex maze.

Seeing the human warrior sitting quietly in the cell, he was still intact, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, breathing steadily, as if he was undergoing some kind of breathing regulation.

Jazz couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"Phew, luckily, you're still alive."

The human warrior gently opened his eyes:

"Hello, from what you said, do we know each other?"

"We didn't know each other before."

The knight's arm popped out of the blade's mouth and said:

"But I came here for you, human, I will take you back to the Iron Castle. Don't worry, my friend, from the moment you saw me, you are free, you will never be..."

"Crack…"

The knight exerted a little force and the cell door was pushed open.

The cultural investigator was suddenly stunned.

"This door, why... could it be you?"

Jazz stuttered for a moment.

"That's right."

Fu Qinghai stood up with a smile:

"No one can imprison me. I am staying here voluntarily. But I am also very interested in your proposal. I am happy to leave here with you and go to the so-called 'Iron Castle'."

What Fu Qinghai was thinking was:

Someone actually came to rescue me?

Has the big plot event finally begun?

......

(End of this chapter)