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The Man from the Future (continued . . .)

















	














Toth Zandu was taking a sumptuous meal in his luxury villa, when there was a rude interruption.

This should all be mine, this villa, the very clothes you wear—everything!

You!

It was he from whom Toth Zandu had quite fairly bought the fateful Lottery ticket that had won the fortune.

You cheated me! I demand my rights!

You have no rights, fool.

Help! A madman is trying to slay the master!

The intruder was seized and dragged away.

I’ll have my revenge!

Throw this animal out! If he shows his face again, give him a good beating!

How nice to know that one is safe from that fellow’s mad jealousy.

And now, it’s time for me to visit and astonish—the Imperial War Council!

The empire being in a state of war with Cato, but no shots having yet been fired, Trigan’s leaders were planning their first move . . . when . . .

A certain Toth Zandu begs a hearing, General. He says he has inside information of an imminent enemy attack!

Then bring him in.

Well, fellow, what’s this information, and where did you get it from?

I will not reveal the source of my information, but you will ignore it at your peril.

Tonight, at sundown, a large force of Caton bombing craft will attack Trigan Bay bridge, here.

However, thanks to my information, you will have a large force of fighting craft in wait for them and the Caton force will be entirely destroyed!

You think we would move a large force of fighting craft at your instructions?

I know you will!

You know? How do you know?
























	














It was at that moment that the Emperor Trigo entered the council room.

What’s all the excitement, General?

This madman, Imperial Majesty, is babbling about a Caton attack. We are just going to have him thrown out.

The Trigan Bay bridge, vital link between the capital and the sprawling frontiers of the wide empire. It was sunset.

They came in low over the water—A FORCE OF SPEEDY CATON BOMBING CRAFT.

Anti-air batteries on the bridge went into action immediately.

Open rapid fire!

Then the first projectiles began to fall.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 692 on 19 April 1975.

 
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The Food of the Gods (continued . . .)

















	
















	
	Janno dived headlong for the undergrowth, with
	projectiles slashing past him like meteorites.

	
	He lay still, while his merciless pursuers
	searched the forest all round him.

	
	
	
	
	No sign of
	him. He’s
	escaped us.

	
	
	
	
	What does it
	matter ? He’s
	a nobody.

	
	The self-appointed leader of the super-creatures
	produced a handful of the deadly fruit.

	
	
	
	
	We will
	continue
	with our
	plans of
	conquest.
	But first . . .
	we will
	feast again
	off the
	food of
	the gods.

	
	Janno stayed hidden till nightfall.
	He then set off for Trigan City,
	reaching there at daybreak.

	
	I’ll report to my
	uncle at once.
	Those boys are a real
	danger and must be
	stopped immediately.

	
	But . . .

	
	
	
	
	Look !
	It’s Janno !

	
	
	
	
	Cut him
	down !

	
	Only Janno’s quick wits and lightning
	physical reactions saved him.

	
	By all
	the stars !


























	
















	
	Why are my
	own people
	shooting at
	me on sight ?

	
	He soon learned the answer . . .

	
	
	
	
	Did we
	get him ?

	
	
	
	
	I hope so ! We’ll be
	commended by the
	Emperor for wiping
	out the traitor who
	attacked the air base.

	
	I’ve been
	declared
	a traitor !

	
	Following the mysterious attack upon
	the air base, the Trigan armoured
	corps were put on the alert.

	
	None of the soldiers took any notice of a group of boys watching nearby.

	
	
	
	
	We’ll take
	these war-
	machines
	and use them
	to destroy
	Trigan City !

	
	Peric was working in his laboratory
	that fateful morning, when a sound
	at the open window made him turn.

	
	
	
	
	Peric.

	
	
	
	
	Aaaaah . . . You.

	
	The great scientist’s hand
	groped for a button . . .

	
	
	
	
	Peric.
	Something
	terrible is
	happening . . .

	
	Immediately, the young Air
	Fleet pilot was enveloped in
	twin clouds of choking red gas !

	
	
	
	
	Aaaaaaagh !

	
	
	
	
	Fool ! Do you
	think I am without
	protection here ?

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 665 on 12 October 1974.