From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 532: Have I really "fallen" to the point where I am hated by both humans and gods?

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Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, many people turned their attention back to the control panel and screen in front of them.

The surveillance camera near the command center captured a picture showing that when the smoke caused by the partition's self-destruction gradually dissipated, everyone's heart sank suddenly in a "physical sense" -

Koz's figure slowly walked out from the flames and ruins, like the god of death coming from hell.

The surface of its power armor still gleams with a cold metallic luster, and even the paint surface is not damaged at all.

A pale golden barrier circulated around its body, isolating it from the high temperature and impact of the explosion.

Koz's steps were steady and calm, as if what he had just experienced was not an explosion that was enough to destroy the entire district, but a trivial stroll.

"How is this possible?!" an officer exclaimed.

The officer pointed at the screen with a trembling finger, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The command center fell into silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on the figure walking out of the ruins.

Their faces were filled with shock and despair. After all, they had seen some terrifying existence that was beyond their cognition.

Even Governor Tarkin couldn't help but clench his fists at this moment, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

"What kind of monster is this guy who can't even solve the self-destruction of a partition?"

Another officer murmured quietly, a tremor in his voice.

The image of Koz walking out of the flames kept replaying in his mind. His calmness and fearlessness seemed to be mocking all their efforts.

However, just when everyone thought the situation had gotten to the worst, something even more horrific happened—

Koz looked through the visor and seemed to realize that everyone in the command center was looking at him.

He paused for a moment, then raised his head. His cold and deep gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier of the surveillance camera and look directly at everyone in the command center through the screen.

The feeling of being watched made everyone dare not breathe.

Then, Koz used the cracking program implanted by Lucy to transmit his low and intimidating voice to the command center through the communication channel:

"Your struggle is in vain; death is your final destination."

That deep, hoarse voice sounded like it came from the depths of hell, completely shattering everyone's last bit of sanity.

The officers in the command center looked pale, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

They finally realized that they were facing not only a powerful enemy, but also a terrifying existence that could not be defeated by conventional means.

Even the Death Star's self-destruction program could not shake the opponent in the slightest.

The feeling of powerlessness bound them tightly and they didn't know what to do.

Only Lord Darth Vader, who chose to evacuate, could have the possibility of confronting such an existence, while they, the "mortals", were nothing more than ants in front of Curze and could not compete with him at all.

The atmosphere in the command center instantly dropped to freezing point, and Tarkin's face became extremely gloomy, because he knew that the outcome of this battle was irreversible.

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The stormtroopers, death troopers, and Sith apprentices in the Death Star combined were not enough for the other party to kill alone.

Now, Koz was at the gate of the city, almost only separated from their location by a wall.

What to fight with?

Tarkin's eyes swept across the projection in front of him and found that Curze was approaching the security gate of the command center.

The alarm sounded increasingly shrill, and the flashing red lights dyed the entire room bloody.

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The only option left is to activate the "Final Agreement" and self-destruct along with the Death Star.

However, a strong sense of unwillingness surged in Tarkin's heart.

In those sharp eyes, there flashed a struggle and hesitation that was difficult to conceal.

He couldn't bear it.

He was reluctant to give up this hard-earned power, reluctant to give up the glorious status of being second only to one person and above everyone else, and even more reluctant to give up his own precious life.

He had done his best for the Galactic Empire, even at the cost of sacrificing the lives of countless soldiers.

He did everything he could and also everything he could not do. He can be said to have done his utmost.

But the enemy's combat power is too overwhelming.

The giant broke through the Death Star's defenses by himself and was invincible. However, they had no soldiers left and all means had been exhausted.

Tarkin glanced at everyone in the command center and found that most of them were stunned, stunned, and desperately looking for a solution to save the defeat.

Those officers who were once high and mighty are now like lambs to be slaughtered.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Tarkin's mind. Perhaps surrender was the only and correct way out.

He was secretly calculating in his mind.

Given his and other officials' identities and status, there is a high probability that he can save his life.

Thinking of this, he cast his gaze towards the screen in front of him again and saw that Coz only had one corner and corridor left to reach the security gate of the command center, so he had to make a decision as soon as possible.

Surrender does not mean failure, it is a survival strategy.

They can use their influence to help the other side speed up the disintegration of the Galactic Empire.

In this way, they have only changed their identities and can still enjoy power, status and wealth that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

This made Tarkin's mouth slightly rise, revealing a meaningful smile.

He seemed to see his position in the new order - still the high and mighty ruler's right-hand man, but he had just changed his allegiance.

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"Open the communication channel."

Tarkin's voice echoed throughout the command center, as if he was announcing a very ordinary order.

Upon hearing this, the officers looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and anxiety.

But they quickly executed the order and the communication channel was connected.

Then, Tarkin's voice spread throughout the Death Star through the communications:

"This is Governor Wilhuff Tarkin, my friend. We are willing to surrender and provide you with all necessary assistance. So please stop the attack and we can sit down and talk."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes were focused on Tarkin.

Now, their faces were filled with shock and mixed emotions, as if they couldn't believe that this once ruthless governor would choose to surrender? ?

However, Tarkin paid no attention to the officers' looks.

He had only one thought in his mind - to survive and continue to enjoy the supreme power.

As for the fate of the Galactic Empire?

That doesn't matter anymore.

As Tarkin's "declaration of surrender" echoed in the command center, some officials gradually recovered from their shock and understood the governor's intentions.

A gleam of "I see" flashed in their eyes, and then they nodded in agreement.

For these people who have long been accustomed to power and status, what does the survival of the Galactic Empire have to do with them?

Rather than coexisting and perishing with the Empire, it is better to follow Tarkin's wise move, change your appearance, join the true "Army of Justice", and become part of the team that defeats the Dark Empire.

After all, survival is the first priority.

However, Tarkin's "surrender declaration" did not seem to stop Curze.

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Buzz——hiss——!!

At this moment, a sharp sound of metal tearing suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in the command center.

I saw a pair of sharp claws with "golden lightning" jumping, like a forbidden weapon from hell, suddenly piercing through the seemingly indestructible security gate.

The energy field on the claws emitted a low hum, like a beast that was awakened, craving the nourishment of blood to calm its anger.

Then, the owner of the claws, Curze, began to cross his deadly weapons, sparks flying.

The heavy security gate was as fragile as paper under his sharp claws, and a triangular "△" gap was cut out of it.

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Boom, boom!

The heavy footsteps echoed in the command center like thunder, and every step made the ground tremble slightly.

Koze's figure slowly walked out of the gap, his scarlet robe fluttering behind him like a blood-stained flag, announcing the approach of death.

He did not need Tarkin and others to take the initiative to "open the gates and surrender the city", but instead declared his victory in the most direct and violent way.

Then, Koz raised his hand and unfastened his closed helmet.

With a slight mechanical sound, the helmet was removed, revealing a fair, handsome face with strong features.

Combined with the majestic body and the strong aura it exudes, it is like a perfect sculpture.

However, Curze's eyes flashed with a chilling light that could penetrate all disguises and strike directly into the soul.

Koz glanced at everyone in the command center and said, "Your surrender is meaningless. Don't forget that death is your only destination."

There was a hint of mockery in his tone, as if he was mocking the naivety and stupidity of these officials.

After saying this, the corners of Koz's mouth slightly raised, revealing an indescribable weird smile.

That smile contained both cold murderous intent and a hint of elusive madness, as if announcing that some unspeakable terror was about to come.

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Tarkin and a group of senior officials stared at the scene in amazement, unable to suppress the unspeakable fear in their hearts any longer.

Some officers were so frightened that they suffered from urinary incontinence. Urine soaked their neat uniforms and dripped down their trouser legs onto the floor, making a slight dripping sound.

"So."

But Curze was too lazy to pay attention to this group of bastards. His hoarse, low voice sounded again. His eyes swept across the senior officials in the command center and finally fell on Tarkin.

Then he approached Tarkin very calmly and continued:

"Let's start with you."

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Tarkin suddenly came back to his senses from his shock, his face filled with horror.

One of the most powerful officials in the Galactic Empire quickly stood up from his seat, staggered backwards, and tried to distance himself from Koz.

"Wait!" At this moment, Tarkin no longer cared about his face and image, and immediately tried to use his last bargaining chip to buy a glimmer of hope:

"I know more secrets about the Empire! I can provide you with information! I can--"

Sizzle——!!

However, before Tarkin could finish his words, he was interrupted by a horrifying tearing sound.

Curze's hands grabbed Tarkin's shoulders and waist like iron clamps, and then he exerted force suddenly.

Compared to the Primarch's physique, Tarkin's body was like a doll's. He had no power to resist Curze's brute force and was torn into two pieces.

Blood splattered like a fountain, and internal organs and bone fragments fell on the flat metal floor, making a disgusting sound.

Tarkin's upper body collapsed to the ground limply, with incredible fear and despair still in his eyes. His lower body was thrown aside by Curze like a useless piece of garbage.

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Witnessing such a cruel and bloody scene, some officers could no longer bear it and vomited.

The sour smell mixed with the strong smell of blood made the air in the command center even more "complex".

Other officers were completely terrified. Their legs went limp and they sat on the ground, staring blankly at Tarkin's torn body, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Governor Tarkin, who was one of the most powerful men in the Empire and had enough power to shake the entire galaxy, was torn apart so easily by the "giant" in front of him?!

What's more, how could these officials, who are usually high and mighty, have ever seen such a horrifying scene?

Koz's huge body of more than five meters, as well as his incredible strength, defense and speed, made the fear deep in the hearts of these officers continue to "churn".

They even began to doubt whether they had really "fallen" to the point where they were hated by both humans and gods, so that the real "devil" would come to reality and punish them in the most cruel way.

However, Koz was not moved at all by their fear.

The Primarch's eyes continued to scan the people present, and he showed the same strange smile as before, and asked a question that sounded like it came from the abyss of hell:

"Whose turn is it next?"

"It's your turn!"

An angry roar broke the silence in the command center, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

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And this voice seemed to "awaken" Koz who was immersed in killing.

He turned his head slightly in surprise and fixed his eyes on an officer.

The officer forced himself to take out his pistol, trying to overcome the trembling in his hands, and pointed the gun at Koz.

His eyes were filled with anger and despair, as if he was using his last bit of courage to fight the "devil" before him.

Whoosh-whoosh-!

A series of blaster beams burst out from the muzzle, heading straight for Curze's unprotected head.

However, due to the uncontrollable shaking of his hands, the officer's accuracy was "very touching."

Among several blaster beams, only two barely hit Curze's face.

And this was because Koz deliberately let the opponent win, actively removing his armor shield and psychic barrier, and watching the beam hit him.

But even without the shield and barrier, the two blast beams couldn't even burn Curze's skin, and couldn't even leave a trace.

Even so, the officer continued to pull the trigger at Coates.

"Oh? Interesting."

Seeing this, Koz really restrained his murderous intent and used the little trick taught by his brother Lorga to use psychic perception to "spy" on the inner world of everyone present.