Vol 9 Chapter 2: Unknown empire

After these primitive men cleaned the battlefield a little, they were ready to go back happily.
Su Ziyu also quietly followed.
The maglev car that the primitive leader was riding was relatively high-end. Although it looked broken, he could use voice to control driving. After he moved a bunch of metal parts into the car, he took the three people with guns to sit. Go in.
It seems that these people are his close friends, and the others with cold weapons can only ride the pack animals outside.
Su Ziyu learns their language quickly while following.
It is of course very easy to control these primitives with his ability, but he does not want to fight the snake, especially after seeing the enhancement device implanted in the other person’s brain, and Su Ziyu is not sure if this device has anything. Special effect.
Time has passed for half a day.
Su Ziyu mastered their language at an alarming rate, and learned from their conversation that these people really came from primitive tribes.
The man headed is the chief of the tribe.
But he prefers others to call himself'Jazz'. This title is obviously used by the feudal kingdom.
It was getting dark.
After driving for more than 100 kilometers in a row, a strange and weird tribal gathering place appeared in the sight of Su Ziyu.
At a glance.
The first thing he saw was a broken spaceship shell. The outline should be the spaceship’s tail bin, with a length of about 50 meters and a width of about 20 meters. The surface was damaged very badly, and many useful parts were damaged. Removed, and now only an empty metal shelf remains. Next to the wreckage of the spacecraft is a wall of metal stacks with several sentry towers and machine guns, but the style is very old, like the waste products that were eliminated during World War II were refitted and installed.
The buildings in the tribe are quite messy. The most striking is a three-storey small western-style building with luxurious decoration, marble tiles, a small exquisite garden, fountains and statues, just like the villas of medieval nobles. .
But around this small western-style building, there are a lot of low-rise bungalows and simple tents. The streets are extremely dirty, and there are many blood stains on the ground that have dried up and condensed.
"The chief is back." After seeing the maglev car, the dark-skinned guard at the door opened the metal gate with a grin.
There's a lift in it. He doesn't seem to use it very much.
"Are the slaves all right?"
"People waiting for the empire are coming!" the chief, who was dressed in a middle-aged nobility, leaned forward and asked.
The guard at the door hurriedly said: "The others are alive."
"Just one dead."
The chief nodded his head in satisfaction, frowned and looked at the ground after crossing the gate: "Send someone to clean the blood on the ground."
"Yes." The guard on the side hurriedly said.
Su Ziyu also entered the primitive tribe quietly at this time. He looked at the environment curiously, and his eyes fell on a middle-aged woman wearing a bone pendant on her lips who was sewing clothes not far away.
At the feet of this middle-aged woman is a damaged mechanical arm covered with blood and minced meat.
The corner is a knife.
"Cannibals?" Su Ziyu frowned slightly.
He saw a small pile of bones, as well as a human skull placed as an ornament.
After discovering that the outsiders came back, the dark-skinned middle-aged woman quickly hid the corner and took three, four, seven, or eight-year-old children to the back team, jumping from the tall camel. A man wearing sharp teeth jewelry came down his chest.
The entire tribe is clearly divided, half of them are real primitives. They live in simple tents, next to the pens for captive poultry. The ground is dirty and messy, and there is dirt and other dirt.
The other half is close to the habits of the Middle Ages. They are dressed more decently and live in brick and tile houses.
But their skin color is exactly the same, and they can be seen on the outline of the same race.
At this time.
The chief of the tribe brought out a small and precise silver-white communicator. After a few words of flattery, he waved and let others pull out some iron cages.
There are some prisoners in the iron cage, most of them are primitive people of the same race, and the skin is dark and the skull is thick, but the last cage is holding two humans with white skin, both men are male, one of them There was an obvious gunshot wound in the chest. Although he had been treated, he could not stand up.
"Put these two rebels there."
"The others tied up," the chief said with a fierce look.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly.
When Su Ziyu made a circle in this tribe, he suddenly felt something moving in the sky, followed by a hovering airflow, and a plane-like aircraft slowly landed. Down.
The silver-white metal gate slowly opened.
The first to come out was a skinny old man wearing a medieval dress and a gentleman hat. His expression seemed to be a little unpleasant. He frowned and looked at the dirty ground. Then he walked down with disgust and looked up. He looked at the tribal chief in disdain and said: "What?"
Su Ziyu's spirituality moved slightly.
His expression was slightly surprised, looking at the square cabin in front of him, secretly said: "Spirit can strengthen LV5?"
When the shrivelled old man came down, he quickly walked out behind him with two soldiers wearing silver-gray exoskeleton armor.
"Their equipment is much more advanced than the wasteland world." Su Ziyu's eyes fell on the electromagnetic rifle in the hands of the two soldiers.
The tribal chief's face no longer had the appearance of being outcast, on the contrary, he nodded and bowed at the old man in front of him for a while, his face flattered and said: "Master in charge."
"Something is here."
"In order to get it, we spent more than half a month on it, and many people died."
The shrivelled old man called the master looked at a bunch of metal parts next to him. A red light suddenly appeared in his pupils, and a scanning light ray crossed the parts with his naked eyes. Then he nodded without expression. They are all scraps of ancient ruins."
"But this pseudo-personal AI core is a bit valuable."
"Add these slaves and rebels."
"A total of 1,200 Empire contribution points can be exchanged."
Speaking of which, the shrivelled old man raised his wrist. On the back of his hand was a light blue metal bracelet, a small silver-white metal piece suspended, and then the light shimmered, and immediately appeared before his eyes. A 3D stereo projection.
"You are just the lower jazz of the empire."
"The only items and technologies that can be exchanged are these."
"Look for yourself."
The shrivelled old man waved his hand towards the soldier behind him, they moved forward to move those things into the square cabin, and the other soldier pulled out a metal collar and ejected more than ten electromagnetic metal rings with a single click. 'S slaves are under control.
The chief looked at the three-dimensional projection in front of him, and there was a greedy look in his eyes. He carefully pleased: "Master."
"The stuff inside is too mixed."
"The villain doesn't know what should be exchanged, don't I know if the supervisor has any advice?"
The shrivelled old man heard a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth. But he answered with a cold face: "Look what you want."
Speaking of which, he looked at the dirty and cluttered tribe in disdain, and slowly said: "If you want to advance the level of civilization, then exchange scientific and technological materials and construction materials."
"The basic knowledge of the empire should be enough for your tribe to quickly enter a civilized society."
"If you want to continue to be a powerful dictator."
The old man's fingers moved slightly, and a large list of items immediately appeared on the stereoscopic projection. He slightly raised his jaw and signaled: "These are nano-neural injection training devices, which contain techniques such as firearms, fighting, swordsmanship, etc. , Any one can make you a master of a certain ability."
The list of items in front of me was quickly swept through, and various exchange option pages appeared one after another.
"Bionic transformation surgery."
"Exoskeleton power armor."
"Secure field shield."
"Electromagnetic rifle."
"AI intelligent auxiliary core (implantation)."
"Plasma lightsaber."
"FZ-100 shuttle."
"T1 series genetic modification solution."
The entire list of items is full of bread, from cheap to expensive, and contains tens of thousands of different options. Some item lists are even heart-warming when they are seen.
The old man's eyes fell on the back of the other person's head. After his gaze, he slowly said: "Your psionic amplifier is still the lowest level."
"Looking at your results this time is good, you can consider redeeming T1 series genetic modification."
"After completing the first step of brain enhancement, you should be able to install a more advanced psionic amplifier."
The chieftain in front of him was hesitant for a moment. He looked at the expensive price of the T1 series of genetic modification and hesitated for a moment before saying: "Master."
"I'm still going to make a bionic transformation."
The shrivelled old man nodded blankly, "Yes."
"There's a dormant operating room inside."
Just as the two people were talking, Su Ziyu was stealthily entering the cabin aircraft.
The space inside is quite spacious. There are dozens of silver-white metal boxes of various sizes on the floor. The corner of the corner is a silver-gray dorm. At this time, the shrivelled old man is coming in with the middle-aged chief, After beckoning him to lie in, the old man opened one of the metal boxes with his fingerprints and took out a silver-gray metal bionic arm and a pair of light blue crystal eyeballs from the inside.
Didi.
The old man set it up on the dorm, and the next second was when a needle came out and injected some liquid into the chief's body.
An infrared ray of scanning light crossed.
The chief's body structure directly appeared in the projector on the wall, and the old man reached out his hand and clicked on the position of his arms and eyes.
Then, a precision scalpel was ejected, and the other side's arm was cut off at an amazing speed, and a pair of cloudy dark brown eyeballs were removed. Several silver-white manipulators picked up the metal bionic arm on the side, and then The whole process of installing the implanted connecting nerve can be said to be done in one go. Less than ten minutes before and after, the chief's bionic transformation surgery has been completed in the dormant warehouse.
Finally, some light blue liquid was injected into the dormant chamber. After a few minutes, the chief opened his eyes in a daze and stood blankly.
A faint red light appeared in his pupils.
Su Ziyu can actually see some flashing data in his pupils. These bionic eyes seem to have certain data analysis capabilities.
"The transformation is complete." The shrivelled old man shivered suddenly, and then said blankly: "You can go on."
The chief with a slightly trance look was taken out by the soldiers next to him.
The aircraft in the cabin was quickly shut down, followed by a lift-off.
Two soldiers wearing exoskeleton power armor stood in the doorway like a robot.
The shrivelled old man suddenly gave a painful sigh, he gasped violently, and there were some weird changes in the exposed neck and head position. Only the expression of his whole person seemed to be there. A trace of grief, the blood vessels provoked dilated and exposed, a face almost swelled into purple, and the position of the temple was provocative.
"Damn whispering soul!..."
"monster!"
"Get out of my head!..."
The shrivelled old man quickly opened a box, took a silver-white needle from it and inserted it into his neck and neck. After the light red liquid was injected into his body, his expression was slightly calmer and gasped. Tao: "Return to the underground base immediately."
The soldiers on the side didn't respond to this, still standing at the door like a robot.
However, there was a flash of light in the cockpit of the square cabin aircraft, followed by a cold mechanical sound: "The base coordinates have been located."
"Returning home."
call.
The shrivelled old man gasped and sat on the sofa next to him. His symptoms gradually disappeared. After his heartbeat slowly recovered, he actually reached out and opened a small cabinet, took a bottle of wine from it, and poured himself slowly. Had a drink.
The aircraft in the cabin is lifted off and returned.
"His symptoms just now? Is it mental pollution?" Su Ziyu's figure is suspended at a distance of ten centimeters from the ground~EbookFREE.me~ With his psionic strengthening level, he can completely block the other party's perception.
It seems that they are now preparing to return to the base camp. Su Ziyu is also a little hesitant at this time. I don't know if I should follow up or directly control the shrivelled man in front of me to see if I can ask what useful information.
finally.
He still decided to wait for a while.
Although he had limited knowledge of the world, he was very interested in many things that the shrivelled old man had just shown.
If you can, Su Ziyu still wants to get it.
By the way, he also needs to explore the details of the empire in the mouth of the aboriginal people, clearly has such advanced technology, but looking at their system seems to be a feudal empire,
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