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ship and its strange pilot were near enough to scoop him up if he ran into
dangers that even he could not overcome. So he was not alone.
Certainly not as alone as he once had been, totally, over-
whelmingly, when he had learned that he was the only living remnant of an
entire race of people. A race that had been deliberately, inhumanly, murdered.
At the time, he had not expected to feel that mind-numbing loneliness for
long. The deadly radiation that had enveloped his world, the planet Moros, had
brushed lighdy against him, enough to plant a slow death within him. He had
set out then, alone, with a steely determination, to use what time he had left
to find out who had destroyed his world, and why.
But he had been diverted. And bis life had been altered in ways that he would
once have thought beyond belief.
He had been gathered up by a group of strange, elderly scientists, brilliant
beyond the level of genius, whom he had come to know as the "Overseers'. In
their secret base, hidden within a small, uncharted asteroid, he had been
cured of the radiation's lethal effects - and had learned the truth behind the
murder of Moros.
The Overseers, tirelessly keeping watch over the Inhabited Worlds with uncanny
monitoring devices, had discovered the existence of a mysterious being who was
the single most malignant danger to the well-being of the unsuspecting galaxy.
Knowing little else about this being - neither where, nor what, nor who he was
- they had given him a name of their own: the Warlord.
But the Overseers at least knew the intentions of the Warlord. He was sending
out emissaries and agents to spread the infection of war throughout the galaxy
- to set nation against nation, race against race, planet against planet
Until, if he had his way, all the Inhabited Worlds would be ablaze with an
ultimate wax - and the Warlord would be waiting to emerge and rule whatever
was left after that final catastrophe.
It was the Warlord, the Overseers were sure, who had destroyed Moros - before
the Legions too could learn of his existence, and turn their might against
him.
So the Overseers had sought and found Keill Randor, the
last legionary - and probably the most skilled fighting man in the galaxy,
whether piloting his one-person space fighter or in individual, hand-to-hand
combat. They wanted Keill to be tbeir emissary - to go to worlds where they
suspected the Warlord's influence was at work, and there to learn more about
him and wherever possible to thwart his plans.
Keill had agreed - for the fight against the Warlord was his fight, too,
against the murderer of Moros. But when he had left the secret asteroid to
begin that fight, he had left considerably changed.
For one thing, the Overseers" scientific genius had not merely healed him of
the radiation's effects. That deadliness had settled in Keill's bones - so the
Overseers had replaced his entire skeletal structure, with a unique organic
alloy. It was stronger and more resilient than even the toughest metal. As far
as the most demanding tests showed, it was unbreakable.
And for another thing, his loneliness had ended. On the asteroid he had met an
alien visitor - an intelligent being from another galaxy, for there were no
intelligent life-forms other than man within the Inhabited Worlds.
Glr was the name of the alien, a female of a race called the Ehrlil - a race
of long-lived explorers of the unfathomable intergalactic spaces, a race of