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Back in time to two months ago, the planet Geonosius.

A pair of ferocious eyes with vertical pupils suddenly opened, and the eyeballs slowly rolled, looking at everything around them.

Medical robots, bhakta tanks, robotic arms, doctors, and... Geonosians.

Raising his hands, he saw a pair of robotic arms. Although unfamiliar, they were very flexible. There was no delay at all in transmitting signals from the brain to the robotic arms.

And almost at the same time, countless scanned data appeared in his eyes, and everything around him was analyzed in detail.

A Geonosian man with a cane came over and murmured in the language of Geonosian, and the translator immediately translated the language, "Are you awake, General Grievous."

"I'm... what happened?" Grievous looked down at his body, which was a body wrapped in a cold body, but he could feel his throbbing and fiery heartbeat under the body.

"Your operation was a success, General Grievous." Archduke Pogle of Geonosius came over with a cane and said, "We used the most advanced biomechanical technology to create this pair for you. Body, this guarantees that you have incomparably powerful strength, enough to allow you to destroy all Jedi Knights!"

"Jedi..." Grievous repeated the term, feeling nothing but a surge of rage, "They plotted to assassinate me, shoot down my ship...I...kill them! Kill them all! "

Pogle-Lower looked at Grievous's reaction with satisfaction, and said in Geonosian language: "It seems that your memory is recovering well, now, you can go to see your leader."

"Leader? No! I don't have a leader! No one is qualified to lead me!" Grievous roared.

"He is the one who gave you a new life. He helped you to have such a powerful body. At the same time, he is wise and decisive, and he is a great leader." Another voice came from outside the door, only to see Thorn Hill walked in.

"I know you, Thorn Hill, co-chair of the Interstellar Banking Association," Grievous said.

"Of course you know me, because before you were attacked by the Jedi Knight, you were our collection agent, you should remember that?" Thorn Hill's smile was a little gloomy, he stepped aside, and behind him was 4 An IG-100 guard robot holding a high-voltage electric rod, "Remember these robots? This is a guard robot specially designed and manufactured according to your requirements."

"I remember. These stinky, useless robots!"

"Very well, then let's go and meet your future leader - Count Dooku." San-Hill finished, and walked outside with Grievous. He didn't dare to leave the guard of the IG-100 guard robots, because he was worried that Grievous would suddenly remember something and crush his neck.

But this did not happen, and Grievous followed the two quietly to Count Dooku.

"I'm glad to see that you finally survived and are willing to obey my command." Count Dooku's words were still full of contempt.

"You are Count Dooku..."

"That's right. In the next period of time, I will train you to make you stronger enough to tear your enemies to shreds," Count Dooku said.

"Yes, my enemy... my mortal enemy! Uh..." Grievous felt a dizziness, he subconsciously wanted to cover his forehead, but then the metal palm hit the metal The sound of the shell, and a tactile emptiness, "That's right... Jedi Knight!"

"That's right." Count Dooku nodded to Archduke Pogle and San-Hill with satisfaction.

Two months later, Grievous stood before Count Dooku with a respectful attitude.

"Your training is well done, Grievous," said Count Dooku. "I have taught you all seven lightsaber techniques, and you...have enough power to kill a Jedi. already."

"It's not enough, I want it to become stronger." Grievous's voice was extremely dull under the cover of the metal casing.

"Your training will continue, but I don't have time to spend any more time with you. You may have a few more years to hone yourself, and I will have to plan something beyond my personal ability... like , a powerful force that can rival the Galactic Republic." Count Dooku said, pulling open the front of his shirt, untied a lightsaber from his waist and handed it to Grievous.

This is the green lightsaber of the Jedi Master, Master Cypher Dias, whom he had killed before.

"This lightsaber originally belonged to an old friend of mine, and now I'll give it to you. Use the Jedi's own weapons and go and shred them!" Count Dooku smiled smugly.

Grievous took the lightsaber, but said nothing.

Count Dooku smiled contemptuously again. "This is an unparalleled gift, especially for a... robot. So, if you want to express your gratitude, it's not inappropriate at this time. Hehehehe..."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Grievous to answer, turned to leave, and walked away with a chuckle.

Grievous raised his hand to look at the lightsaber in his hand, pressed the button, and the pair of vertical pupils under the metal casing turned hideous.

Swish! The green lightsaber blade popped out instantly, "I..."

Grievous's voice was like that of a demon, and he suddenly burst into an unimaginable figure. With a single stroke of the lightsaber in his hand, he cut off the head of an IG-100 robot next to him.

"no"

When they found that they were attacked, the IG-100 robots also picked up high-voltage electric rods to resist, but the lightsaber in Grievous's hand was like a poisonous snake, opening and closing at an extremely fast speed and a tricky angle. If a Jedi knight is present, it will definitely be a surprise, because this is the fourth of the seven lightsaber swordsmanship, Atalu!

"...Robot!!" Grievous roared, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

With the disappearance of the sound, there were a few bangs, and the remnants of the IG-100 robots fell down one by one, rolling on the ground.

In another room, Count Dooku knelt down on one knee, and in front of him was the projection of Darth Sidious in a black cloak, "My lord, Grievous's training has been initially completed. We Cleared his memory and gave him the blood of Cypher Dias." "But our experiment failed, the blood of the Jedi Master did not give Grievous the ability to communicate with the Force, but he was powerful His bodily abilities and steadfast will make up for it all. He has forgotten those meaningless pasts, and now Grievous, his glory and nobility of the Kali demigods, has been overcome by a cold heart of vengeance and inexorable Rumby's wrath covered."

"Under that impregnable shell lies a mighty general and great strategist. He has no compassion and no fear, including death! He will lead countless numbers of people for the foreseeable future. corps of robots to shred this rotten..."

"The Galactic Republic!"