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

The Iron Castle Records Hall is closed to the public, and the workstation of data logger Orion Pikes is conventionally arranged next to the file shelves, which is also related to the social class to which he belongs. He connected to a communications network, which was invisibly distributed throughout Cybertron, where Orion Pikes monitored and recorded every piece of communication in the network, listened to communications that reached a certain standard, categorized them, annotated them, and stored them in a specific area of the data network.

Like the other buildings in the Iron Castle, the Hall of Records is made of golden alloy materials, and the overall architectural style is rich in curves, which is popular throughout the city. The architects of the Iron Fort were very fond of the kind of towering, monumental structures with tapered spires that looked as if they were about to rise into the air. The whole city exists to commemorate ideals and great aspirations...... However, now the Cybertrons have no ideals. They are born into a fixed class and will never change for the rest of their lives.

The citizens of Cybertron are currently living in a state of perfect stagnation that has lasted for millennia. In a sense, the Iron Keep is the common ancient memory of the entire Cybertron civilization - a memory that no longer exists in the memory bank of the Cybertrons.

Inside the Records Hall, there is another kind of stagnation. From the Age of Mythology, the War of the Thirteen Ancestors, which lasted for billions of cycles, to the latest online information monitored by Orion Pikes, the history of Cybertron is all here. History is completely catalogued and indexed and cross-indexed. Unless the Supreme Council or other authoritative organization is concerned about the order of the citizens, the growing number of records in the Records Hall is never cared for.

In the past, Orion Pikes had read in older records that the Cybertron civilization was in contact with civilizations on other planets, and that the Cybertrons visited other planets. By using a network of space bridges built by Lost Ancient Technology, the Cybertrons on distant planets can also keep in touch with Cybertron. Now that the space bridge is out of service, even Orion Pikes, who specializes in mining information in Kinesis 1 and data networks, doesn't know how long it has been abandoned.

Now, Cybertrons like Orion Pikes will not go to another planet, nor will they fight noble battles for the great ideals of their ancestors. Orion Pikes monitors, evaluates, and sorts information in communication networks, as Cybertrons of his class are supposed to do. People from other classes were either engaged in construction, management, trade, or law-making...... It is also possible to fight in the gladiatorial arena.

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

"We're all individuals!"

"We used to be free Cybertrons!"

"We don't want classes! I'm going to break the permissions! ”

Megatron's voice pierced Orion Pikes' mind. Oh my God, he couldn't help but wonder what the other communications monitors would think if they heard about it.

They will report Megatron in a nanosecond!

They'll report it, Orion Pikes thought to himself. He took a keen interest in the gladiator and began to search the communications network for clues about him. Orion Pikes quickly found a new piece of communication, and just as he thought, the gladiator king had a vision of the consequences of his actions:

"The Supreme Council, if it could hear me now, would surely melt me silently into slag, no doubt. They're probably listening in now. If I disappear, be sure to continue my work. Sonic and you and Shockwave are going to continue. You are my most trusted deputies. ”

He has a team.

They are in tandem!

Orian Pikes analyzed.

Strictly speaking, investigation and analysis are not Orion Pikes' job, he is only responsible for monitoring, observing, and documenting. The investigators came from other walks of life. But he could report directly to the archivist, and Orion Pikes would take a sample of the sound and then spend several cycles completing a report. He had to have a very good reason and sufficient evidence to prove that reason before he could see Master Titanium.

The archivist of the Iron Keep, Master Titanium, a man much older than Orion Pikes, is said to have existed since the days when the Space Bridge was still prevalent, at the height of Cybertron's civilization. What would it be like to travel to other planets through the multi-dimensional cross-time bridge street......

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

"I need some advice, Master Titanium."

Orion activates the Megatron record.

Master Titanium put down his antique iron pen, which he often used to write in a notebook on his desk. The Iron Keep has a database and countless hard disk copies that contain almost everything that happened in Cybertron's history. But he still chose the pen and the notebook as his interactive interface. Orion Pikes knew that Master Titanium, like many old Cybertrons, was getting weirder.

The record was released by a loudspeaker on the wall, and Master Titanium slowly put the pen back on the table, thinking about how to answer.

Finally, the archivist pronounced the name:

"Earthquake Venerable."

"Why did he name himself after a mythical character?" Orion Pikes asked.

"If those legends are true, Megatron always believes that he is innocent." "He was convinced that everything he did was right, even though what he had always believed in was destroyed by his own actions." ”

"If you want to start a revolution, he is really not a good example." Orion Pikes said.

Master Titanium laughed dryly.

Standing up tremblingly, he said:

"Not really. But maybe the matter of Earthquake is not just an example for him, who is this pretentious person? ”

"He was a gladiator in the city of Karon, and at first he had no name like the other workers who went to work as gladiators in order to make a name for themselves. But he never lost, so his fame grew, and no one else was willing to fight him one-on-one. Now it seems that becoming the gladiatorial king of Caron is no longer satisfying him, and he has even greater ambitions. ”

Orian Pikes explained.

"Ambition." Master Titanium nodded and repeated, "But you also know, Cybertron, doesn't advocate ambition. ”

After speaking, Master Ti fell silent.

Orion Pikes guessed that he was probably going to choose a suitable term for his role as archivist, so he waited, and after a few cycles, Master Titanium spoke:

"Go back to your station, Orion Pikes, and keep listening. I'll report back to you when you discover this plot of the Heaven-Shaking Venerable, and we'll discuss the follow-up when the time comes. ”

……

When young Orion Pikes left, Master Titanium was left alone in the depths of the Recording Hall, and he pondered the situation in front of him for a moment. Master Titanium admired Orion Pikes, and few young people had such a keen intuition about what had just happened, not to mention that it might not happen again. But Orion Pikes had been listening to communications all along, so it was to be expected that he could detect it.

The Supreme Council should know about the fact that there was a gladiator who named himself Earthquake Zun. But he wasn't sure which course of action was best, after all, he had been sent to the Iron Keep by the head of the High Council since Master Titanium and the Predator had a fundamental disagreement over Cybertron's governance, and it was strictly up to him how to deal with these matters.

"The Covenant, the Covenant."

Master Titanium whispered to himself:

"What do we know about this Heaven-Shaking Venerable?"

He flipped through the huge iron paper book in front of him.

The cover reads: "Cybertron Covenants."

In the aftermath of the War of the Ancestors, he created the Cybertron Covenant, which includes the entire history of Cybertron and the people who have been active in it, dating back to the Emperor of the Universe and the Primordial Emperor.

Master Titanium quickly flipped through the current timeline, which was written by his own hand. But when he flipped back to the page, the content began to become obscure and ambiguous, not only the words and sentences were misaligned, but the rhetoric was also unclear, and then even the words became unfamiliar. The Covenant is no longer written in Cybertron.

Master Titanium wants to get a glimpse of the future.

Find out if there is some kind of answer in it.

Unfortunately, as expected, it failed again.

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

"Perhaps...... The time has not yet come. ”

Master Titanium said to himself.

…………

The city of Karon, the gladiatorial arena.

Megatron strode through the exit of the Colosseum and into the labyrinthine abandoned tunnels beneath the factory. Once used to mass-produce parts for semi-autonomous mining machines, much of the factory's underground is now used for gladiatorial leagues, which are illegal but lucrative. Both gladiatorial machines and Cybertrons were trained here and then repaired. Dead Cybertron gladiators were recycled as repair materials.

A cycle ago, everything here was controlled by a gang boss of a crime syndicate, who enslaved all the gladiators like a machine.

No one knew and no one cared, that this class was born as a worker in the city of Karon, and the people of the upper class would not pay attention to them. As long as the ore is still being turned into a finished product, the Supreme Council will never care that in the smelter or refinery, there are some of our compatriots who are being enslaved.

At this time, there is a secret conversation going on here.

Several big bosses in the Colosseum of Cuarón, their respective armed bodyguards, Megatron and his small gang.

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

A big boss first praised Megatron.

He's in charge of singing red-faced.

Another boss picked up and said:

"Your remarks today are very dangerous, you know? Although the Supreme Council turned a blind eye to the gladiatorial industry in Karon City and Slaughter City, it does not mean that they are ignorant of it, your rebellious rhetoric has fermented and spread, and it is in the data network, thanks to our efforts to suppress this matter, otherwise you would have been arrested by now. ”

He is in charge of singing white faces.

Megatron stood silent.

"We need other people to win as well."

The bosses said to Megatron:

"But you don't have to win every time, they just win once or twice, so it makes it easier for us to manipulate the odds, you know? Do that the next time you play. ”

There is no intention of negotiating.

It's a simple order.

Megatron looked up slowly.

Long before he decided to deliver that speech, he had already thought of this moment. Will it be to submit to the control of others, or will it fight to the death for itself? For a person, this moment may only come once in a lifetime.

Not even a single command.

Megatron pounced directly on the bodyguards.

A long-planned riot began.

……

Jazz has a big headache right now.

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

He's just a cultural investigator. Although he is one of the official law enforcement officers, he can understand that gladiatorial fighting is an illegal business, but the gladiatorial industry in Karon City and Slaughter City is still thriving, which is almost equal to public, indicating that the criminal syndicates here do not pay attention to the law at all, and there may be people in the Supreme Council, let alone take him, a so-called investigator, in his eyes, especially the "Space Marine" has shown extraordinary gladiatorial strength, and the gladiatorial arena owners are unlikely to let him go.

But Jazz is not a man to give up easily.

He promised Orion Pikes.

To bring the people of this alien race back to the Iron Castle.

Sir is navigating the Colosseum of Caron, looking for a loophole to bypass the guards and approach the prisoners' prison in order to save the human warrior. However, the protection work of the criminal syndicate seems to be full of loopholes, but in fact, it is coarse and detailed, and Jazz has not found a particularly good opportunity so far, on the contrary, he himself is almost exposed.

Just when Jazz was at a loss.

Suddenly, he found that the entire city of Karon was in chaos!

All gladiatorial events were suspended, as were mining and smelting, and he witnessed a massive number of gladiators rushing into the streets and fighting violently, and an uncanny riot and riot of extraordinary scale was going on, as if overnight, the whole city was out of order.

Jazz knew his chance had come.

He first reported the news of the riots to his department.

Then take advantage of this opportunity and quickly rush to prison.

……

Jazz struggled a lot.

Finally arrived at the place where the prisoner was being held.

Half of the Seli below the gladiatorial arena, all the supporting structures, workers' dormitories, material warehouses, and refining pipelines underground are intertwined, forming a complex labyrinth.

Seeing the human warrior sitting quietly in the cell, seeing that he was still intact and kneeling on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing was slow, as if he was doing some kind of pranayama.

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

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

The human warrior gently opened his eyes:

"Hello, listen to you, we know each other?"

"We didn't know each other before."

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

"But I'm here for you, human, and I'm going to bring you back to the Iron Keep. Rest assured, friend, from the moment you saw me, you were free, and you will not be ...... again"

"Crunch ......"

With a slight effort, the cell door was pushed open.

The cultural investigator was stunned.

"Why is this door...... Could it be you? ”

Jazz stuttered for a moment.

"That's right."

Fu Qinghai smiled and stood up:

"No one can imprison me, I am willing to stay here. But I'm also interested in your proposal, and I'd be happy to leave here with you and go to the so-called 'Iron Castle'. ”

What Fu Qinghai thought in his heart was:

Someone actually took the initiative to rescue me?

Is the plot line event finally on!

…………

(End of chapter)