Category: Trigan City

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The Elixir of Youth (continued . . .)

















	














The competition track near Trigan City.

One more lap at that speed and he’s broken the record!

Do you hear that, Narrod? You’re nearly there! Watch out on that next corner!

The screaming racer briefly touched the barrler wall and . . .

He’s going to crash!

Eject, Narrod!

The driver ejected from his cockpit—an instant before the race-auto turned into a fireball!
























	














Narrod, are you all right?

You’re lucky to be alive, I can tell you!

My sight failed me, and my reactions were too slow at that corner! I’m finished! I shall never get into a race-auto again!

Once he held every speed record on Elekton!

Well, old age gets us all in the end!

A lifetime of record-breaking had made Narrod a planet-wide celebrity and a millionaire. But he went back to his luxurious villa in black despair.

My life is finished. I may still live on for years . . .

. . . If you can call it living! Why not end it all now?

A visitor requesting to see you, Master. His name is Mallo.

Not the Mallo, who won the Vorg wrestling crown at the Imperial Games? Show him in, Zapp.

My, how I envy you, my boy. Do you know I won the Vorg wrestling crown three times when I was your age! What wouldn’t I give to be young again!

You can be young again, Narrod! Youth lies within this phial and it can be yours! . . .

. . . For a million thullars!—Cash!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 647 on 8 June 1974.

 
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They came from all over the sprawling Trigan Empire, to witness the Imperial Games in the capital’s mammoth amphitheatre.

We bring you a report on the ten thousand tellar foot race! Coming up for the last lap, Zampha of Tharv is in the lead . . .

The high spot of the games was the classic Vorg wrestling. Finalists were a Trigan named Mallo and a Daveli named Heller.

You have him, Heller!

Do something, Mallo!

Mallo turned the tables on his bigger opponent, with a throw that thrilled the crowd and won him the crown!

The Emperor crowned the young victor, and spoke kindly to him.

I hear that you are a promising scientist, Mallo. You must come and be Peric’s assistant.

I would count that a great honour, Imperial Majesty!

I shall be delighted.

That doddering old fool can’t last for long, then I shall be head of the Imperial research laboratory—with plenty of chances to line my purse!

And so, the scheming youth went to work with Peric, Elekton’s top scientist.

What is this experiment?

Merely a forlorn attempt to rejuvenate this poor rorn, who has given so many years’ good service as a laboratory animal . . .
























	














Poor old fellow. He’s like me . . .too many grey hairs and not enough teeth. Nature must take its course.

May nature swiftly take its course with you, mumbling old has-been!

That night, while Peric was working on his experiment, there was a shattering explosion!

Aaaaaaaaaghhh!

No one heard the crash and the old scientist lay unconscious until dawn.

What happened? I remember! There was a flash . . .

He crossed over to inspect the damage.

What a mess!

What happened to that poor old rorn? . . .

By all the stars!

The creature’s taken on a new lease of life! It hasn’t exercised on its treadmill for years!

It was then that Peric saw his own reflection.

Can that be . . . me?

I look twenty years younger! My hair’s regained its colour and . . . and that isn’t all!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 645 on 25 May 1974.

 
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The Great Flood (continued . . .)

















	














One of the bodyguards turned and a vivid streak of flame leapt towards the gunman.

The assassin toppled to his doom!

Eeeeeeaaah—h—h! Aaaaaah!

They examined the stricken Emperor.

His Imperial Majesty is gravely hurt, but he will live!

Thank the stars!

When Trigo’s eyes flickered open, he “communicated” with the leader of the sea-people.

Now—I—understand—what—is—friends!—You—saved—my—life!—That—is—friends!

After his recovery, some lunar months later, Trigo made a momentous announcement to the Imperial Council.

Peric has devised a plan to rid the planet of the flood waters! It will be one of the most astonishing feats of geophysical engineering ever accomplished—if it succeeds! We shall do it in collaboration with our friends, the sea-people!

























	














The scheme called for the penetration of the profound depths of the great ocean by underwater craft of the Trigan fleet.

Despite the terrible pressures of the swollen ocean, the sea-people ventured out and laid a massive explosive charge.

The explosion that followed was seen in far-off Trigan City!

If all goes well, a fissure will be opened up in the ocean bed. The excess water will be drained away into the molten core of our planet. And the nightmare of the flood will be over!

In a few days, the near-miracle began to happen . . . 

Three lunar months later, Trigan City stood again!

The Emperor Trigo spoke for the survivors of the great disaster.

Now we can begin to rebuild our planet!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 644 on 18 May 1974.