Chapter 87 They Need a Victory (First Order)
Horse-faced Thunder God.
Bant recognized Bill from the shape of his face.
However, it was only at this time that he realized that the Horse-Faced Thunder God was not a real horse. His race was the Corbin Starman, and the real Corbin Starman did not look like this.
In order to protect his own race, Bill was transformed into a mechanical creature and became a cyborg.
Today, Bill has not met Thor, let alone lifted Thor's hammer, but even so, in Bant's memory, he was once one of the many champions of Sakaar. He did not expect that he would lose now.
"It seems that Queen Red Wind is very powerful." He whispered.
At this moment, Bant has regarded the Queen of Red Wind as the biggest obstacle to his conquest of Sakaar.
He walked up to Bill, and this half-machine creature with a terrifying face had tears of unwillingness in his eyes.
"Bill, you're very lucky. At least you're still alive. The Queen of Red Wind doesn't like to kill people. The previous champion would just twist off the heads of those challengers." Magnus comforted him.
But Bill shook his head silently.
He shed tears not because of his own failure, but because of despair over the fate of the tribe he had protected.
Before he came to Sakaar, the huge fleet carrying the last remaining spark of the Corbin people was attacked. In desperation, he could only freeze all his people, and he led a small team to fight the attackers.
Ultimately, he failed, his team was wiped out, and he himself drifted unconscious in the universe, becoming a slave of the Red King.
Losing to the Queen of Red Wind meant that he would never be free again, and would never be able to fulfill his duties again.
And those remaining Corbin people, after losing their guardians, are undoubtedly a dead corpse in the face of the cruel universe, waiting for the wild beasts to come and share their food.
Bant noticed that although most of the gladiators were comforting Bill, their morale was not very high after witnessing Bill's defeat.
Obviously, Bill was already the strongest among these gladiators, but even he was no match for the Queen of Red Wind. They couldn't imagine who else could defeat the queen.
The road to freedom is paved with towering mountains.
"It seems that if we want to leave here, we must overthrow the rule of the Red King." Bant said calmly.
These words immediately silenced the originally noisy dungeon, and everyone looked at him with disbelief.
Korg quickly covered Bant's mouth and said in a low voice: "You are crazy, how dare you say such a thing."
Then he quickly explained: "I'm not saying your idea is bad. In fact, I also want to do this, but don't say it so loudly, it will be bad if the people of the Crown of Death hear it. And if we want to overthrow the Red King, we have to do publicity early, print some posters, and issue mobilization..."
Korg continued talking, his mouth was even more talkative than Peter's.
Bant pulled himself free from his rocky arms, half-crouched in front of Bill, and held the broken watch against his body. The watch flashed again, and he said:
"Don't worry, the Corbin people will not perish."
Bill didn't expect that the person in front of him would say such words. His heart seemed to be soothed by a pair of gentle hands, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Although Bant looked very weak, his thigh was not even as thick as Bill's arm, but for some reason, after hearing his words, Bill suddenly felt less sad. Those words were like a sedative that penetrated his blood vessels.
It’s not that he directly believed that Bant could do it, but for Bill now, he could only hope so, cheer up, and find a way to leave this planet.
But what he didn't know was that Bant was not referring to the fate of the surviving Corbin people, but that the fire carrying the Corbin civilization had now been recorded in the real Noah's Ark.
Even if the existing Corbin people perish, he can recreate this race.
in fact,
Most of the genes Bant collected here are of little use value. To be honest, if these cosmic races really have powerful powers, they would not live in this dirty and messy place. They would have completed the three challenges and regained their freedom long ago.
He collected these genes, mostly to collect data for the blank little watch, which would be helpful for him to build his own watch in the future.
After everyone comforted Bill, they soon separated.
"Come on, I'll take you to pick some weapons." Korg calmly pulled Bant and said, as if Bill's defeat had never happened.
It’s not that they don’t sympathize with Bill’s situation, but that their own situation is not much better than Bill’s.
They had seen too many newcomers who had just arrived here, full of anger, unwilling to be humiliated, and thought they had the ability to defeat the champion, but in the end they were ruthlessly killed like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or were disabled for life and rotted in a cage...
Compared to them, Bill is lucky.
He is still alive.
He still has another chance to challenge for the championship.
Although everyone knows that after repeated failures, the flame of his faith will gradually go out, and eventually he will completely merge into this quagmire and fall into darkness.
Just like Korg and Mags, although they still talk about revolution, they have already given up in action.
Bant said nothing about this.
Because he knew that words would always be pale for these gladiators, most of whom had already accepted their fate of slavery and lived day after day in a daze with no tomorrow.
You told them to hold on, to believe that there is still hope and tomorrow, to believe that the glory of freedom will never be buried, and to believe that the power of gathering together is enough to defeat all difficulties...
But they have seen far more difficulties and cruel truths than you have.
They had seen those passionate warriors being twisted into a knot in the arena, with their intestines and spines being pulled out alive...
They are not born numb, but gradually become like this through repeated painful experiences.
All the words are nothing but insignificant sarcasm from those in a high position.
What they need is a win.
We don't even need a real victory, we just need to let them see the hope of winning and see what freedom looks like.
Like a downpour of rain.
Just like those who are lost in the desert, only clear springs can wash away their fatigue.
Even if it's just a mirage.
He couldn't conquer this planet by himself. All he could do was hold the flame and lead everyone forward!
Bant had realized it.
He needed a resounding victory to ignite the almost extinguished fire in these people's hearts.
The stage and the enemy have already been prepared.
So he turned and walked towards the cell door under Korg's surprised gaze, shouting:
"I want to challenge the Queen of Red Wind!"
(End of this chapter)