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Iron Castle, also known as "Central Iron Castle".

The Iron Castle Record Hall is not open to the public, and the work station of data recorder Orion Pax is arranged next to the file shelf as usual. This arrangement is also related to the social class to which he belongs. He accessed the communication network, which was invisibly distributed throughout Cybertron. Orion Pax monitored and recorded every communication in the network, listened to the communication content that reached a certain standard, and classified it. , annotate, and then store it in a specific area in the data network.

The Record Hall, like other buildings in the Iron Castle, is also made of golden alloy materials. The overall structure presents a curvilinear architectural style, which is popular throughout the city. The architects of the Iron Castle were very fond of building tall, monumental buildings, many of which had conical spiers that looked as if they were about to soar into the sky. This entire city exists to commemorate various ideals and great ambitions...but now Cybertronians have no ideals. They belong to a fixed class from birth and will never change throughout their lives.

The citizens of Cybertron currently live in a state of perfect stasis that has lasted for thousands of years. In a sense, Iron Castle is the common ancient memory of the entire Cybertronian civilization - this memory no longer exists in the memory banks of Cybertronians today.

Inside the Record Hall, there is another state of stagnation. From the age of mythology, to the Thirteen Primeval Wars that lasted for billions of cycles, to the latest network information monitored by Orion Pax - the history of Cybertron is all here. The history is completely cataloged, indexed and cross-indexed. Unless the Supreme Council or other authoritative organization has concerns about the order of the citizens, no one cares about the ever-growing records in the Hall of Records.

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

Today, Cybertronians like Orion Pax will no longer go to other planets, nor will they fight noble battles for the great ideals of the original ancestors. Orion Pax will monitor, evaluate, and classify information in communication networks, because that's what Cybertronians of his level are supposed to do. People from other classes may be engaged in construction work, management work, trade, law making... or they may even fight in the arena.

Oddly enough, Orion Pax has been listening to something interesting from the communications network recently.

"We are all individuals!"

"We were once free Cybertronians!"

"We don't want hierarchy! I want to break the authority!"

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

They will report Megatronus in a nanosecond!

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

"If the Conclave could hear me right now, they would slag me silently, no doubt about it. They're probably listening right now. If I disappear, be sure to continue my work. Soundwave, you and Shockwave Keep going. You are my most trusted lieutenants."

He has a team.

They are in tandem!

Orion Pax analyzed.

Strictly speaking, investigation and analysis are not Orion Pax's job. He is only responsible for monitoring, observing, and recording. The investigators come from other walks of life. But he could report directly to the Archivist, and Orion Pax would extract the sound sample and spend several cycles completing a report. He must have a very good reason and sufficient evidence to prove this reason before he can see the Titanium Master.

Master Archivist of the Iron Citadel, Master Titanium, a man much older than Orion Pax, who is said to have existed since the days when space bridges were still prevalent, which was the peak of Cybertronian civilization. What would it be like to travel to other planets through the multidimensional time-space bridge street...

"Orian Pax," the Titanium Master said, "Why are you here interrupting my work?"

"I need some advice, Master Titanium."

Orion activated Metrotronus's records.

Master Ti put down his antique stylus, which he often used to write in the notebook on his desk. Iron Castle has a database and countless hard drive copies of records, which contain almost everything that has happened in Cybertron's history. But he still chooses stylus and notebook as his interactive interface. Orion Pax knew that the Titanium Master, like many older Cybertronians, had grown erratic.

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

Finally, the archivist read out the name:

"Zhentian Zun."

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

"If those legends are true, Megatronus always firmly believes that he is innocent." Master Titanium said, "He firmly believes that everything he does is correct, even though everything he has always believed in has been destroyed by his own actions. ”

"If you want to start a revolution, he is really not a good role model." Orion Pax said.

Master Titanium laughed dryly.

He stood up tremblingly and said:

"Indeed not. But maybe what happened with Megatronus is more than just an example to him. Who is this pretentious person?"

"He was a gladiator in Caron City. He had no name at first like other workers - these workers all became gladiators in order to become famous. But he never lost, so his reputation became more and more famous. Others No one is willing to fight him one-on-one. Now it seems that becoming the King of Caron Gladiator is no longer enough to satisfy him. He has greater ambitions."

Orion Pax explains.

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

After saying this, Master Titanium fell into silence.

Orion Pax guessed that he probably wanted to choose an appropriate term as the Archivist, so he waited. After a few cycles, the Titanium Master spoke:

"Go back to your station, Orion Pax, and continue to monitor. Report back after you discover this Megatronus plot, and then we will discuss the follow-up actions."

…

After young Orion Pax left, Master Titanium was the only one left in the depths of the Record Hall. He thought about the situation before him. The Titanium Master admired Orion Pax very much. Few young people had such a keen intuition about what had just happened, not to mention that it might not happen again. But Orion Pax has been here listening to communications, so it's not surprising that he would notice.

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 the Tau Master and the Imperial Enemy had fundamental differences regarding the governance of Cybertron, he was sent to the Iron Citadel by the leader of the Supreme Council. Strictly speaking, these things It's not up to him to decide how to deal with it.

"The Covenant, the Covenant."

Master Titanium whispered to himself:

"What do we know about this Megatronus?"

He opened the huge iron paper book in front of him.

The cover reads: "Covenant of Cybertron".

When the aftermath of the Yuanzu War was still lingering, he created the "Covenant of Cybertron", which included the entire history of Cybertron and the people who were active in its history, which could even be traced back to the Emperor of the Universe and Yuan Shi. Tianzun.

Master Titanium quickly flipped through the current timeline, and these contents were written by him himself. But when he turned back further, the content began to become obscure and unclear. Not only were the words and sentences arranged in a disordered manner, but the meaning of the rhetoric was also unclear. Even the words became unfamiliar. The Covenant is no longer recorded in Cybertronian.

Master Titanium wants a glimpse into the future.

Find out if there is some kind of answer there.

Unfortunately, as expected, it failed again.

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

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

Master Titanium said to himself.

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Caron City, Arena.

With a victor's attitude, Megatron strode through the exit of the arena and entered the maze-like abandoned tunnel 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 gladiatorial leagues. Although it is illegal, it is very profitable. Both gladiator machines and Cybertronians are trained here and then repaired. The dead Cybertronian gladiators will be recycled as repair materials.

An orbital cycle ago, everything here was controlled by a criminal gang boss, who enslaved all the gladiators like a machine.

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

At this time, a secret conversation is taking place here.

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

"You are the most powerful gladiator we have ever seen, with 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 singing the red face.

Another boss took over and said:

"Your remarks today are very dangerous, do you know that? Although the Supreme Council turned a blind eye to the gladiatorial industry in Caron City and Slaughter City, it does not mean that they know nothing. Your rebellious remarks have fermented and spread. , it’s in the data network, thanks to our efforts we suppressed this matter, otherwise you would have been arrested now.”

He is responsible for playing the sweethearts.

Megatron stood silent.

“We need other guys to win as well.”

The bosses said to Megatron:

"But they don't need to win every time, they just need to win once or twice, so we can control the odds, you understand? Just do that next time you play."

There is no intention to discuss.

Just give a simple order.

Megatron slowly raised his head.

He had already thought of this moment when he decided to make that speech. Should you succumb to the control of others, or fight to the death for yourself? For a person, this moment may come only once in a lifetime.

Not even an order.

Megatron pounced directly on the bodyguard.

A long-planned riot began.

…

Jazz has a headache now.

He knew very well that the alien gladiator was in the Caron City Arena, but there was nothing he could do.

He's just a cultural investigator. Although he is a member of the official law enforcement personnel, if you think about it with your feet, you can understand that gladiatorial combat is an illegal business. However, the gladiatorial industry in Caron City and Slaughter City is still prosperous and almost open, which shows that the criminal groups here have no Taking the law seriously, there may be people from them in the Supreme Council, so they will not take him as a so-called investigator seriously, especially that "Space Warrior" who has shown extraordinary fighting prowess. , the bosses of the arena are even less likely to let him leave.

But Jazz is not one to give up easily.

He promised Orion Pax.

This alien race must be brought back to Iron Castle.

Jazz was traveling through the arena of Caron City, trying to find an opportunity or a loophole to bypass the guards and approach the prison where the prisoners were held, so that he could rescue the human warrior. However, the protection work of the criminal groups seems to be full of loopholes, but in fact it is rough and detailed. Jazz has not found a particularly good opportunity so far. On the contrary, he has almost been exposed.

Just when the Jazz were at a loss what to do.

Suddenly he discovered that the entire Kalon City was in chaos!

All gladiatorial events were suspended, and even mining and smelting work were also suspended. He witnessed with his own eyes that a large number of gladiators rushed to the streets and started violent fights. A riot and riot of extraordinary scale was going on, as if overnight, The whole city lost order.

Jazz knew that the opportunity had come.

He first reported the riot to his department.

Then he took this opportunity and rushed to the prison quickly.

…

Jazz went through a lot of hard work.

Finally arrived at the place where the prisoners were held.

Half a mile below the arena, all underground support structures, worker dormitories, material warehouses, and refining pipelines are intertwined, forming a complex maze.

I saw the human warrior sitting quietly in the prison cell, still intact and cross-legged on the ground, with his eyes slightly closed and his breathing calm, as if he was undergoing some kind of breath adjustment.

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

"Huh, lucky you are still alive."

The human warrior gently opened his eyes:

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

"We didn't know each other before."

Jazz's arm popped out of the blade's mouth and he said at the same time:

"But I am here just for you, human being, and I will take you back to the Iron Castle. Don't worry, friend, you are already free from the moment you see me, and you will not be..."

"Crunch..."

Jazz exerted a little force, and the cell door was pushed open.

The cultural investigator was suddenly stunned.

"This door, why...are you talking about?"

Jazz stuttered for a moment.

"That's right."

Fu Qinghai stood up with a smile:

"No one can imprison me. I stay 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?

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