Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 803: Kazak Tribe
Depth 5 of the universe.

Coordinates: X: -420, Y: 75, Z: 110.
The coordinates are located in a remote star projection system in the etheric space covered by the Golden Tree, far away from the main etheric routes.

If you go a little further, you can leave the radiation range of the [Golden Tree] from here and directly enter any of the first four levels of the [Ocean of Ether] chain.

At the core of this coordinate is a projection of a star in the real world. It is a dim red dwarf star, surrounded by several unknown asteroid belts and gas planets, providing excellent natural cover.

Aether dust and psychic turbulence seriously interfere with signal detection, making it difficult for the outside world to locate the coordinates.

In this area, the [Uska Raider Base] stands like a solid fortress on the barren etheric plains.

The sky was a deep purple void, dotted with sporadic lightning and black clouds, and occasionally huge and blurry creatures could be seen passing across the sky.

The entire base is like a lurking beast, with its exterior walls made of some dark grey metal that exudes a cold luster.

There are huge energy cannons mounted on the towers, emitting faint green light. Once any suspicious target approaches, these energy cannons will spit out deadly rays without hesitation.

Inside the base, long and narrow corridors crisscross.

Rows of black flags with red stripes were hung on the walls;
——The flag is engraved with four crossed bones, and the bones are covered with twisted and complex runes.

This is the symbol of the [Traveler] in the [Pantheism/Dark Gods].

He is the holder of medium divine power in the heavens and all realms, symbolizing chaos, change, deception and innovation.

According to the Golden King's nine-camp information authority division method, every god of faith in the heavens and all worlds expands his or her information authority according to his or her own camp, and the same is true for their believers.

Most of his believers behave eccentrically, seek destruction, are selfish, but are also full of creativity and cunning.

Every flag in the base seems to be declaring: This is the territory of the Traveler, and His will is supreme here.

The leader of the Kazak tribe, Waksar, walked slowly in the corridor.

He was two meters tall, with a slender and strong body covered with thick dark green scales, which glowed with a cold metallic luster under the light.

His tail swayed gently with his steps.

Waxar's head is triangular, and its amber vertical pupils glow dangerously in the dim light.

The Kazaks: A race that is primarily reptilian.

Before the Golden Tree dragged the entire hub world in the ether, they had been living a wandering life.

They are natural hunters, and their body structure gives them great advantages.

Their thick scales can resist most common physical attacks, while their sharp claws and powerful limbs give them the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat.

As the leader of the Kazak tribe, Waksa is the best among them.

He not only possesses extremely strong combat capabilities, but also has calm judgment and extraordinary wisdom, which enabled him to lead his people in the initial development of the complex and cruel deep world and establish this base.

However, today the reptilian leader felt a strange emotion.

He was in a state of unrest, and his pupils shrank slightly, like a beast on the hunt that smelled danger.

He raised his head and looked around, as if trying to find the source of this uneasiness, but except for the occasional flashing of the piercing alarm lights caused by strange beasts, everything seemed normal.

——It happens from time to time that strange beasts trigger noises in the base. After they settled here, there are noises every day.

The reptilian leader couldn't help but quicken his pace, his strong body appearing even more tense.

He walked through the long and narrow corridor, passing several control rooms and storage areas, his eyes quickly scanning every detail.

His dark grey scales glowed coldly in the dim light, and his tail hung low, yet swayed slightly with every step, like a whip ready to lash its prey at any time.

His tense muscles and sharp eyes made every tribe member who passed by him subconsciously lower their heads and avoid him, for fear of arousing the chief's anger.

On both sides of the corridor, members of the Kazak tribe were busy.

Several tribesmen who looked like technicians were gathered around a huge console, debugging the base's defense system. Their claws slid quickly across the virtual panel, and complex symbols and data streams kept flashing on the display screen.

On the other side, several soldiers were carefully checking the supplies in the storage area to confirm whether the looted spoils were intact.

Everything seemed to be in order, but the reptilian leader's gaze was as sharp as a knife. When his eyes swept to the end of the corridor, his pace could not help but quicken.

There was a tightly closed control room with a Kazak character hanging on the door, which read - [Hidden Interference Array].

This is one of the core facilities of the entire base and also the place that Chief Waksa is most concerned about at the moment.

[Hidden Interference Array] is the key equipment technology that the Kazak people rely on to hide and evade enemy tracking. It can greatly reduce the chance of bases and ships being scanned, thereby extending the hiding time.

It is precisely because of its existence that this raider base can lurk in Depth 5 for a long time and carry out plundering trade.

At this moment, he pushed open the door of the control room. The technicians inside immediately stopped their work, stood up straight and bowed to him.

"Hello, chief!"

"Hello, chief!"

The leader's eyes quickly swept across the control room and finally landed on the core device of the array.

It was a massive device, its surface covered with crisscrossing optical fibers and metal pipes, glowing with deep blue energy.

"Leader, all parameters of the interference array are normal. A total of 3,647 scans have been detected this month, and 74 ether research ships from various forces have been captured and intercepted to investigate the frequency..."

Several Kazak technicians were busy making adjustments beside the array, but Waksa didn't have the patience to wait for their reports.

“Everyone get out of the way!!!”

One of his men seemed to be a step slow to react and stood in front of Waksa. Before he could step back, Waksa's strong elbow had already swung over and hit the opponent's abdomen hard.

thump—

With a hit from the elbow, there was a dull thud and the technician was knocked flying and hit hard against the wall.

The Kazak technician fell to the ground, holding his stomach, and curled up in pain, but dared not make any sound. He could only look at his leader cautiously with fear in his eyes.

Leader Waksa didn't look at the man again, his attention was completely focused on the display screen of the interference array.

His tall figure blocked the light from the console, and his sharp claws lightly scratched the air, and the data on the display screen switched accordingly.

A series of complex operating parameters were displayed on the screen. The energy flow was normal and the concealment index was within the ideal range, without any abnormalities.

Seeing all this, the reptilian leader took a deep breath, and the strong feeling of uneasiness finally eased a little.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the display screen with his finger, then turned around and glanced coldly at the technician on the ground.

The Kazak member who was being watched shuddered, endured the pain and lowered his head, not daring to look at his leader.

"Stand up, and don't let me see you being so incompetent again."

Chief Vaksar said coldly, his voice low and suppressed, but with an unquestionable majesty.

The technician struggled to get up from the ground, lowered his head and retreated to a corner.

The leader turned and walked out of the control room, his tail tapping the ground lightly, making a dull sound.

His face was still gloomy, and the uneasiness in his heart had not completely dissipated.

It was precisely because of this that he did not stab the guy in front of him, whose scales had not yet grown hard, to death with his tail today!

The social structure of the Kazak people means that such scenes are the norm.

In this tribal system, the strong are respected and this is the eternal law.

The most powerful individual serves as the leader and wins the respect and loyalty of the tribe members through personal strength and strategy.

The leader, Waksar, sits firmly in this position thanks to his unrivaled strength and ruthless methods.

Their culture has also profoundly influenced the thinking of every member of the tribe. Their racial ideology is clear and direct, like a law of survival engraved in their bones:

——The glory of plundering, the supremacy of wealth, the ownership of unowned things belongs to the race, extreme xenophobia, and militarism.

It is this extreme xenophobia and plundering-first mindset that allows the Kazaks to thrive in the deep world.

However, this behavior also makes them a thorn in the eyes of many forces.

Since the outbreak of the Ivy War, all the major forces in the universe have gradually formed an alliance under the rules of the Golden Tree, and the Kazaks have been listed as unwelcome targets by most forces because of their long-term solitary and predatory behavior.

The Kazaks' raiding style is closely tied to their technological culture.

They do not attach importance to their own scientific research and technological development, and are almost indifferent to the modified value economy brought by the [Golden Tree] and the war and technological dividends emerging from the Ivy War.

Compared to the complex and sophisticated engineering systems of other races, the technology of the Kazaks is mostly pieced together.

They focus more on practicality rather than aesthetics, and advocate fast, efficient and cheap solutions.

Their fleet consists mainly of small ships equipped with cheap but effective weapons, suitable for rapid raids and stealth operations.

Their fleets rarely engage in direct, protracted combat, instead relying on rapid raiding operations to strike at the enemy and then quickly retreat.

In Ether Fleet battles, they are particularly good at using close-range boarding battles to make up for the lack of long-range firepower.

With the popularity of the [Golden Tree] system, the Ivy League War gave birth to a large number of black box technologies. The technological breakthroughs brought about by these extraordinary productions changed the battlefield pattern. The most famous of them is the [Ether Physics Shield].

This shield technology can greatly improve the defensive capabilities of ships, making it impossible for most long-range firepower to effectively penetrate. In Ether Fleet battles, the combination of shields and armor makes "boarding battles" the best choice for bypassing defense systems.

Especially when fighting in the [Ocean of Ether], the effectiveness of long-range weapons is greatly reduced, and "boarding" becomes a practical and efficient method.

Captains of the Kazak clan often directly participate in "boarding battles", and this kind of close combat is a reflection of their culture's emphasis on personal courage and fighting ability.

As the vanguard of the battle, the captain jumps directly into the enemy ship to fight, which can not only boost morale but also demonstrate their personal strength.

In the deep world, in the entire universe, on Terra, and even further away...

——There are very few forces that can effectively use long-range firepower.

Apart from the Kingdom of Heaven, there is almost no force that can master the beyond-visual-range firepower system in the [Ocean of Aether].

In the realm of ether space, most long-range weapons are useless. Energy loses stability in the ether, missiles will deviate from their orbits due to space cracks, and light beams will be swallowed up by the fluctuations of ether particles.

In such an environment, there are very few forces that can master beyond-visual-range firepower, or even can be counted on one's fingers.

And heaven is the most feared existence among them.

The four sets of space-based weapons of Heaven are not weapons in the ordinary sense.

They are able to operate stably in the Ocean of Aether, which is an almost unsolvable capability in the entire universe.

This is what makes the Heavenly Sword Bearer special.

If we only talk about the manufacture of space-based weapons, there are several local forces on Terra that can do it, but to build space-based weapons in the [Ocean of Aether] is another matter.

Space-based weapons in the ether and space-based weapons in the real world are completely different concepts.

——The difference is like the difference between the vast ocean and the narrow patio.

What is even more frightening is that these space-based weapons are controlled by four sword-wielding men.
And these four people are almost all the pinnacle of individual powerful units.

In the control room of the interference array, Leader Waksa stood in front of a flickering light screen, his dark grey scales glowing metallic in the cold light emitted by the screen.

His amber vertical pupils scanned the real-time data of energy fluctuations. The curve was smooth and regular, indicating that everything was running normally.

clap clap-

However, his tail unconsciously flapped the ground lightly, making a low muffled sound, as if he was expressing some silent anxiety that had nowhere to vent.

Waksar's thoughts turned to the latest intelligence. The Courtyard of the Earth, a new force belonging to the Kingdom of Heaven, had already established its roots in the Depth 5 world.

An enclave has arrived, bringing with it power and technology not of this world.

Waksar clearly remembered that when the name of Midgard appeared in the Depth 5 boundary wedge directory, the nearby looting gangs made a choice almost overnight - either flee far away or disband completely.

Those once invincible looters, upon hearing the title of the Fourth Sword-Bearer of Heaven, actually behaved like a group of frightened rats, not even daring to fight, and fled the area.

ridiculous!!!!
cowardice!!!!
Cowardly as a mouse!!!

Waksha made a different decision from them.

He never thought he needed to back down like those cowards.

To him, retreating was a cowardly act, and he would never tolerate cowardice, whether among his own people or himself.

He did not retreat, nor did he run away.

Those members of the tribe's think tank who had tried to persuade him to evacuate were swept away by his angry tail, and several of them were even killed on the spot.

To Chief Waksa, any voice questioning his decision is not worth keeping.

This reptilian leader has a deep hostility towards humans and is full of disdain for human weakness and greed.

In his view, human beings are just a group of caged birds imprisoned on the planet Terra, who have never even seen the real universe.

The most feared heaven and angels among them are nothing more than stronger "birds in a cage".

If it weren't for the war between the Golden Tree and the Ivy, these self-proclaimed intelligent creatures would probably still be fighting among themselves in their small piece of land, dreaming about the so-called future, and then one day, they would be crushed to pieces by the real gods, and not even ashes would be left.

However, even though his heart was filled with disdain and hostility, the reptilian leader was not entirely stupid.

He knew how powerful the Kingdom of Heaven was, and he also understood that the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven was no easy opponent.

Therefore, he chose to hide the base, burying it deep at Depth 5, hiding it in the complex terrain and ether turbulence, and carefully cleared out all slave traders and intelligence smugglers who might expose the coordinates, ensuring that no one knew the location of the base.

While he remained cautious towards the Kingdom of Heaven, he was secretly planning in his mind, trying to use the flexible maneuverability of a raider to deal with the Lord of the Abyss.

He was also familiar with human slang, and one sentence left a deep impression on him: "In the dark, mosquitoes are the hardest to fight."

He felt that this sentence was very suitable for the current situation.

He was full of confidence, firmly believing that as long as the base was hidden deep enough, coupled with the flexible and efficient mobility of the Kazak people, even the Kingdom of Heaven could only punch in vain in the vast Depth 5 world but would not be able to find any trace of them.

However, despite his apparent calmness, he was gradually beginning to be shrouded in a lingering sense of uneasiness deep down in his heart.

Lately, he's been unable to sleep because of a premonition of impending storm.

That uneasiness seemed to come from the voice of a dead person.

Waksar recalled an old man he had beaten to death. He was a member of the think tank. Before he died, the old man said to him in a tone full of sadness and warning:

"You will lead the entire Kazzak clan to doom.

You believe too much in your own strength and rely too much on that little wisdom.

However, you are too young, you have not seen the abyss we have peered into...

You still bear the marks of fear left to you by your ancestors.

In the years to come, those fears will resurrect... they will creep up on you and become chains from which you cannot escape.”

Waksa clearly remembered that there was a complex light flashing in the old man's eyes - despair, anger, and deep fear of the future.

But before he could finish his words, his head was blown off by his tail, and blood splattered on the cold and hard ground of the base.

"Old fool!"

At that time, Waxar spat out these three words coldly and shook his tail nonchalantly, as if shaking off a cloud of annoying dust.

But now, whenever it was late at night or when he was patrolling the base alone, the old man's expression and voice lingered like a ghost.

Waksa often thought of those cloudy eyes that looked straight into the abyss, and the old man's last words before he died.

That low wailing, bone-chilling tone echoed in his ears again and again, as if it were some kind of omen, urging him to face a fact that he was unwilling to admit.

Waksar's gaze fell on the array screen again, and a hint of gloom flashed across his eyes.

He shook his tail vigorously, trying to shake off the doubts that were lingering in his mind.

Suddenly, the lingering feeling of oppression wrapped around him like a poisonous snake, and the more he struggled, the more suffocated he felt.

His claws gradually tightened, and his sharp fingertips gently scratched the console, making a harsh friction sound.

The thick scales opened up invisible gaps as the muscles tensed, as if the whole person would enter combat mode at any time.

Beep, beep——————

Beep, beep——————

At this moment, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded, breaking all the silence in the base.

The red warning lights flashed wildly, as if foreshadowing a devastating disaster was about to happen.

Waksar raised his head instantly, his pupils shrinking rapidly because of the sudden change. He had never heard such a rapid and intense alarm sound - this level of alarm had never been triggered in his base.

"what happened?!!!"

Waxar growled, his voice full of anger and panic. He turned around and looked around. All the control screens in the base were dyed a glaring red. The jumping characters and constantly refreshing warning messages seemed to announce to him some kind of unstoppable crisis.

The Kazak members running around looked panicked, crawling on the floor of the control room, trying to find the source of the alarm.

Then, a magnificent and dazzling light shone from outside, penetrating the thick walls of the base and instantly lighting up the originally dim space.

This light was as strong as daylight, but it was no ordinary light. Instead, it was a light that carried extremely high energy and pressure. It did not belong to the world of Depth 5, nor did it belong to the normal realm of the [Ocean of Aether].

Waksar was stunned. He raised his head and looked out through the protective window of the base. At that moment, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

He stared at the light intently, as if his soul was being pulled out.

His tail trembled slightly, and he uttered a sentence subconsciously:

"what is that?"

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