After cleaning up the battlefield a bit, these primitive people prepared to go back happily.

Su Ziyu also followed quietly, hiding himself.

The maglev car that the primitive leader rode was quite high-end. Although it looked shabby, it could be driven by voice. After he loaded a bunch of miscellaneous metal parts into the car, he got in with the three men with guns.

It seems that these people are his confidants, and the others who are holding cold weapons can only ride on the beasts of burden outside.

Su Ziyu followed them and learned their language quickly.

It was certainly very easy for him to control these primitive people with his abilities, but he did not want to alert them, especially after seeing the enhancement device implanted in their brains. Su Ziyu was not sure whether this device had any special function.

Half a day passed like this.

Su Ziyu mastered their language at an astonishing speed, and learned from their conversation that these people were indeed from a primitive tribe.

The man at the head is the chief of the tribe.

But he prefers to be called "Sir", a title that is obviously only used in feudal kingdoms.

It's getting dark.

After traveling for nearly a hundred kilometers, Su Ziyu saw a strange and bizarre tribal gathering place.

at a glance.

The first thing he saw was the wreckage of a spaceship. Judging from the outline, it should be the tail section of the spaceship. It was about 50 meters long and 20 meters wide. The surface was severely damaged. Many useful parts had been removed. Now only an empty metal frame was left. Next to the wreckage of the spaceship was a pile of metal walls with several sentry towers and machine guns on them. However, the styles were very old, like scraps eliminated during World War II that were modified and installed.

The buildings in the tribe are quite messy. The most eye-catching one is a three-story Western-style building with luxurious decoration, marble floor tiles, an exquisite small garden, fountains and statues, just like a villa of a medieval noble.

But around this small Western-style building, there were a large number of low-rise bungalows and simple tents. The streets were extremely dirty, and there were a lot of dried bloodstains on the ground.

"The chief is back." After seeing the maglev car, the dark-skinned guard at the door opened the metal door with a flattering look on his face.

There was a lift inside, but he didn't seem to know how to use it, and it took him some fiddling before he finally got it working.

"How are the slaves?"

"People from the empire will be here soon!" The chief, dressed like a medieval aristocrat, stuck his head out and asked.

The guard at the door quickly said, "The others are all alive."

"Only one died."

The chief nodded in satisfaction, and after passing through the gate, he frowned and looked at the ground and said, "Send someone to clean up the blood on the ground."

"Yes." The guard on the side said quickly.

At this time, Su Ziyu also quietly entered the primitive tribe. He looked at the environment here curiously, and his eyes fell on a middle-aged woman with a bone pendant on her lips who was mending clothes not far away.

At the feet of the middle-aged woman was a damaged robotic arm covered in blood and flesh.

There is a knife in the corner.

"Cannibals?" Su Ziyu frowned slightly.

He saw small piles of bones and human skulls arranged as ornaments.

After discovering that the people outside had returned, the dark-skinned middle-aged woman quickly hid the things in the corner, and then took three or four children aged seven or eight to meet the team behind. A man with a sharp tooth ornament on his chest jumped down from the tall camel.

The entire tribe is clearly divided. Half of them are real primitive people. They live in simple tents, next to which are pens for raising poultry. The ground is dirty and messy, covered with feces and other filth.

The other half have living habits closer to the Middle Ages. They dress more decently and live in houses made of bricks and tiles.

But their skin color is exactly the same, and their facial features also show that they belong to the same race.

At this time.

The chief of the tribe took out a small and sophisticated silver-white communicator, said a few words in a flattering tone, and then waved his hand to let others pull out some iron cages.

There were some prisoners imprisoned in the iron cages, most of them were primitive people of the same race as them, with dark skin and thick skulls. But the last cage held two humans with fair skin, both men, and one of them had an obvious gunshot wound on the chest. Although it had been treated, he was unable to stand up.

"Put these two rebels over there."

"Tie up the others," the chief commanded with a fierce look.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

When Su Ziyu was walking around the tribe, he suddenly felt some movement in the sky, followed by a swirling air current, and a flying vehicle that looked like a cabin slowly descended.

The silver-white metal gate slowly opened.

The first person to come out was a skinny old man wearing a medieval dress and a gentleman's hat. He looked a little unhappy, frowned, looked at the dirty ground, and then walked down with a look of disgust on his face. He looked up at the tribal chief in front of him with contempt and asked, "Where are the things?"

The Suzi fish's spirit moved slightly.

He looked slightly surprised, and as he looked at the cabin in front of him, he thought to himself, "Psychic power enhancement level 5?"

When the shriveled old man came down, two soldiers wearing silver-gray exoskeleton power armor soon walked out behind him.

"Their equipment is much more advanced than that of the wasteland world." Su Ziyu's eyes fell on the electromagnetic rifles in the hands of the two soldiers.

The tribal chief's face no longer had the defiant look he had at the beginning. Instead, he nodded and bowed to the old man in front of him, saying in a flattering manner, "Master General Manager."

"The stuff is right here."

"It took us more than half a month to get it, and many people died."

The shriveled old man called the butler looked at the pile of metal parts next to him. A red light suddenly appeared in his pupils. A scanning light could be seen passing over these parts. Then he nodded expressionlessly and said, "These are all waste products from ancient ruins."

"But this pseudo-personality AI core does have some value."

"Plus these slaves and rebels."

"A total of 1,200 Imperial Contribution Points can be exchanged."

At this point, the shriveled old man raised his wrist. On the back of his hand was a light blue metal bracelet with a small silver-white metal piece suspended in it. Then a faint light lit up, and a 3D projection appeared in front of his eyes.

"You are now just a low-ranking knight of the Empire."

"These are the only items and technologies that can be exchanged at the moment."

"See for yourself."

The shriveled old man waved to the soldiers behind him, and they moved those things into the cabin. Another soldier took out a metal collar, pressed it lightly, and more than a dozen electromagnetic metal rings were ejected to control the slave in front of him.

The chief looked at the three-dimensional projection in front of him, greed in his eyes, and he carefully flattered, "Master Chief."

"The items inside are too mixed." "I don't know what to exchange for anything. Does the steward have any advice?"

The wizened old man smiled sarcastically when he heard this, but he still replied coldly, "It depends on what you want."

Having said this, he looked at the dirty and messy tribe in front of him with disdain, and said slowly: "If you want to advance the level of civilization, then exchange for scientific and technological information and construction materials."

"The basic knowledge of the Empire should be enough for your tribe to quickly enter 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 3D projection. He raised his chin slightly to indicate, "These are nano-nerve injection training devices, which contain skills in firearms, fighting, swordsmanship, etc. Any one of them can make you a master of a certain ability."

The list of items in front of me flashed by quickly, and various redemption option pages appeared one after another.

"Bionic surgery."

"Exoskeleton powered armor."

"Phantom energy field shield."

"Electromagnetic rifle."

“AI intelligent assistance core (implant).”

"Plasma lightsaber."

"FZ-100 Shuttle."

"T1 series genetic modification fluid."

The entire list of items is comprehensive, ranging from cheap to expensive, and contains tens of thousands of different options. Even Su Ziyu was excited when he saw some of the list of items.

The old man's eyes fell on the back of the other person's head. After a quick glance, he slowly said, "Your psychic amplifier is still of the lowest level."

"You have made a good harvest this time. You can consider exchanging it for the T1 series genetic modification."

"After completing the first step of brain enhancement, you should be able to install a more advanced psychic amplifier."

The chief in front of him hesitated for a moment after hearing this. He looked at the expensive price of the T1 series genetic modification and said after a moment of hesitation: "Master General Manager."

"I'd better continue with the bionic transformation."

The shriveled old man nodded expressionlessly and said, "Okay."

"There is a dormant surgery chamber inside."

While the two were talking, Su Ziyu had already quietly and stealthily entered the square cabin aircraft.

The space inside was quite spacious, with more than a dozen silver-white metal boxes of various sizes placed on the floor. In the corner was a silver-gray hibernation chamber. At this time, the shriveled old man was walking in with the middle-aged chief. After motioning him to lie down, the old man casually opened one of the metal boxes with his fingerprint and took out a silver-gray metal bionic arm and a pair of light blue crystal eyes.

Beep beep.

The old man made some settings on the hibernation chamber, and the next second a syringe came out and injected some kind of drug into the chief's body.

An infrared scanning beam passed by.

The chief's human body structure appeared directly on the projector on the wall, and the old man stretched out his hand and tapped a few times on his arms and eyes.

Then, a number of precision scalpels popped out and cut off the opponent's arms at an astonishing speed, removing a pair of cloudy dark brown eyeballs. Several silver-white mechanical arms picked up the metal bionic arm on the side, and then installed and implanted the connecting nerves. The whole process can be said to be done in one go. In less than ten minutes, the chief's bionic transformation surgery had been completed in the hibernation chamber.

Finally, some light blue liquid was injected into the hibernation chamber. After a few minutes, the chief opened his eyes with a slightly dazed expression and stood up.

A faint red light appeared in his pupils.

Su Ziyu could actually see some flashing data in his pupils. It seemed that this pair of bionic eyes had certain data analysis capabilities.

"The transformation is complete." The shriveled old man suddenly trembled, then said expressionlessly: "You can go down now."

The chief, who still looked a little dazed, was carried out by the soldiers beside him.

The cabin aircraft was quickly closed and then took off into the air.

Two soldiers wearing exoskeleton power armor stood at the door like robots.

The shriveled old man suddenly let out a painful groan, and his whole body was gasping for breath. There were some strange changes in the exposed neck and head. His whole expression seemed to be a little hideous, and his throbbing blood vessels were swollen and exposed. His face was almost swollen purple, and his temples were throbbing.

"Damn the whispering of the mind!..."

"monster!"

"Get out of my head!..."

The shriveled old man quickly opened a box, took out a silver-white needle from it and inserted it into his neck. After the light red liquid was injected into his body, his expression calmed down a little, and he panted and said, "Return to the underground base immediately."

The soldier at the side did not react at all and continued to stand at the door like a robot.

However, a light flashed in the cockpit of the shelter aircraft, and then a cold mechanical voice sounded: "The base coordinates have been located."

"Returning."

call.

The shriveled old man sat down on the sofa beside him, panting. His previous symptoms gradually disappeared. After his heartbeat slowly calmed down, he actually reached out and opened a small cabinet, took out a bottle of wine, and slowly poured himself a glass.

The modular aircraft took off and returned.

"What were his symptoms just now? Was it mental pollution?" Su Ziyu's figure was suspended ten centimeters above the ground.

With his enhanced level of psychic power, he can completely block the opponent's perception.

It seems that they are now preparing to return to the base camp. Su Ziyu is a little hesitant at this time, not knowing whether he should go with them or directly use mental control on the shriveled old man in front of him to see if he can get any useful information out of him.

final.

He decided to wait a while.

Although his understanding of this world was limited, many of the things that the shriveled old man had just shown him were of great interest to him.

If possible, Su Ziyu still wants to get it.

By the way, he also needed to find out the details of the empire that the natives talked about. They obviously had such advanced technology, but their system seemed to be still a feudal empire.

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