The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

217. Fruits of Victory

Yuri-Olov did not go with Elder Dole. What happened to Vitali just now made his mood drop to the bottom. He just walked aimlessly accompanied by some B-1 robots.

There are bullets and assault rifles scattered all over the floor, used and unused, everywhere, like garbage, and several guns can be stepped on with one foot.

The remaining members of the techno movement are still saving the wounded, and although the corpses are strewn across the field, they are still enthusiastic. Seeing Yuri passing by, they greeted him with smiles.

"Hi Mr. Santa Claus!"

"Thank you Santa!"

"You gave us a wonderful future...Mr. Santa Claus."

Yuri smiled stiffly, walking towards the direction of the battlefield.

On the other side of the battlefield, the corpses of Presbyterian soldiers were piled up 50 meters in front of the technical movement front, almost forming a wall of corpses. These soldiers are not brave. In fact, it is a military miracle to be able to persist until 50% of the casualties are broken.

But the technological gap is insurmountable...

On the side of the technical movement, there were also a large number of corpses lying on the ground. According to preliminary estimates, there were also 70,000 to 8,000 casualties. The wounded who hadn't had time to deal with them were still groaning in the pile of corpses, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke came to their nostrils...

Yuri saw that the peasant woman who ran back to ask for the second weapon also fell to the ground. A long feathered arrow was stuck in her chest, and it came out from the back of her heart, and blood flowed all over the ground. Her eyes are wide open and her expression is painful. Being shot by a bow and arrow is definitely a painful process, because it will make people die slowly in pain.

Yuri sighed, knelt down to help her close her eyes, and said softly, "Thank you for coming..."

He didn't say something like Rest in peace, because he understood that such a person cannot go to heaven, including himself...

Then he stood up, his eyes began to become firm, and he said to the T-800 bodyguard next to him: "Prepare a hoverbike, let's go to Tekafu City. I should hold this fruit of victory in my hands!"

...

Two days later, at the Presbyterian Church Hall in Tekaf City, the capital of Planet Seria.

This stone dome hall is solemn and solemn, and it has been the meeting place of the elders, the highest authority of the entire planet Seria, for tens of thousands of years.

But now, the hall of the Presbyterian Church was surrounded by a chilling aura!

Tens of thousands of technocrats surrounded the hall of the Presbyterian Church on three floors and three floors outside. They held up the holographic projections and LED slogans in their hands, and crazily shouted the name of Elder Dole.

Some lunatics were still stained with blood, which was left over from the previous battle.

The Presbyterian guards held on to the last line of defense. Although they were wearing full body armor, holding heavy swords and large shields, they were still trembling and did not dare to take a step forward.

The news has already spread that the long black steel sticks in the hands of these mobs can easily crush them to death like bugs!

Elder Dor-Femi-Bangmi got down from the LAV and walked to the door of the presbytery hall. The guards raised their heavy swords with trembling hands to prevent him from approaching. soaring!

He directly pushed aside the epee in the hands of the guard soldiers, and then walked into the hall alone!

In the hall, 15 elders were sitting on a high platform more than 3 meters high, looking down at Elder Dole in the middle of the rotunda, but no one spoke.

Elder Dole pointed to the 16th high platform on the stage and said: "This position originally belonged to me. But... I am ashamed to sit on it now, ashamed to be with you! You can't see the history of civilization development, you can't see it. The Milky Way is constantly changing! All you see is the position under your buttocks! Because you know better than anyone else that once changes occur, this position may not continue to belong to you!!"

"Nonsense!! We prohibit the development of science and technology so that our people can live better!! You have seen those industrialized and polluted cities from the Galactic Republic! The dark clouds in the sky, the pungent air, the smelly river water, Don’t you want this? People on the so-called developed planets in the Republic, who is not flocking to it for the pure natural environment!” An elder scolded angrily.

"The development of civilization lies in exploration, exploring the mysteries of nature and the universe. The more we know, the better we will naturally develop. But why do you deprive our civilization of the right to explore?" Elder Dole came prepared and talked eloquently, "What's more, you should stop talking about those few steam civilization and coal industry materials. The Galactic Republic is developed and powerful enough. As long as we join the Republic, we will not You need to go through these stages that are very destructive to nature, but you will go straight into civilization."

"You...are talking nonsense!"

Elder Dole continued: "Do you know about nuclear fusion? Forget it, you probably don't know. Nuclear fusion can easily provide energy for the entire planet, and the reaction waste produced is just water, or in other words, it's not even waste. .Clean, and powerful...a beautiful future is already in front of you, but you actually reject this change for your own selfishness? Stupid!!"

"In the final analysis, you are just here to let you sit in the position of the Great Elder!! Any bright future is a high-sounding excuse!!" The current Great Elder said sharply.

Elder Dole sneered, "In order to shoulder the important task of leading the progress of Planet Seria, I am obliged to do so."

He was so straightforward that the elders were in an uproar.

But Elder Dole went on to say: "But I didn't come here for this. I am willing to hand over the position of Great Elder to my son. He is enlightened and wise enough to be qualified for this position. And I am willing to go to the Galactic Republic , join the Council of the Republic, and seek the benefit of our planet on another occasion!"

"This is your wolfish ambition! You are... this is usurping power!!!" The elder was furious, stood up and pointed at Dole's nose and began to curse.

"Can you stop it?" Elder Dole squinted at him, and asked lightly.

The Great Elder's face turned livid, and he pointed at Dole tremblingly, but couldn't say a word, and then he had to sit down slumped.

"Then, since no one else objects, let's start the nominal election. The only candidate for the Great Elder is my son..." Dole was so satisfied that he was about to declare his victory.

However, a loud voice came from the door.

"I object!!"

With a bang, the heavy door of the Presbyterian Church Hall was pushed open, and a tall and straight figure walked in.

Impressively...

One of the Supreme Council of the Twelve of the Jedi Order, the Serian, Ki-Adi-Mundi!

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[Easter Egg Chapter Attachment 1: Jedi Master Ki-Adi-Mundi. 】