Space-time Traveler Chapter 2: Unknown Empire
After these primitives cleaned the battlefield a little bit, they were ready to go back happily.
Su Ziyu also followed in stealth and quietly.
The maglev car that the primitive leader rides is relatively high-end. Although it looks broken, it can be driven by voice. After he carried a pile of jumbled metal parts into the car, he took the three guns with him. The man sat in.
It seems that these people are his cronies, and the others with cold weapons can only ride on the pack beasts outside.
Su Ziyu followed, learning their language quickly.
It is of course very easy to control these primitives with his abilities, but he does not want to startle, especially after seeing the strengthening device implanted in the opponent’s brain. Suzi fish is not sure about this device. Is there any special effect.
In this way, a long time passed.
Su Ziyu mastered their language at an astonishing speed, 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 to be called ‘jazz’ by others, which is obviously only used by the feudal kingdom.
The sky is getting darker.
After driving for nearly a hundred kilometers, a strange and weird tribal gathering place appeared in Su Ziyu's line of sight.
Give it a glance.
The first thing he saw was a broken hull of a spacecraft. The outline should be the stern part of the spacecraft. The length is about 50 meters and the width is about 20 meters. The surface damage is quite serious, and there are many useful things. The parts were taken down, and now only an empty metal shelf is left. Next to the wreckage of the spacecraft is a metal-stacked wall with several towers and machine guns erected on it, but the styles are all very old, like the scraps that were eliminated during World War II were refitted and installed.
The buildings in the tribe are quite messy. The most striking thing is a three-storey small western-style building. The decoration is quite luxurious, with marble floor tiles, a small exquisite garden, fountains and statues, just like the Middle Ages. Aristocratic villa.
But around this small western-style building, there are a large area of low-rise bungalows and simple tents. The streets are extremely dirty, and there are a lot of dried and condensed blood 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 pleased look.
There is a lift in it. He doesn't seem to be able to use it very much. It took a bit of fiddling to get it done.
"Are those slaves okay?"
"The people from the empire are coming!" The chief, dressed in a medieval nobleman's dress, poked out his head and asked.
The guard at the door hurriedly said: "Everything else is alive."
"Just one dead."
The chief nodded to express his satisfaction. 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 hurriedly said.
Su Ziyu also quietly entered this primitive tribe at this time. He looked at the environment here curiously, and his eyes fell on a middle-aged woman wearing a bone pendant on her lips who was sewing clothes. .
Beside this middle-aged woman's feet is a damaged mechanical arm covered with blood and minced meat.
The corner of the wall is a knife.
"Cannibals?" Su Ziyu frowned slightly.
He saw a small pile of bones and human skulls displayed as accessories.
After discovering that the people outside came back, the dark-skinned middle-aged woman quickly hid the things in the corner, and then led three or four seven or eight-year-old children to the back of the line, from the tall camel A man with sharp-toothed jewelry on his chest jumped down from the beast.
The whole tribe is well-defined and half of them are true primitive people. They live in simple tents, next to a fence for keeping poultry. The ground is dirty and messy, with feces and other filth.
The other half are close to the living habits of the Middle Ages. They should dress more decently and live in brick houses.
But their skin color is exactly the same, and they can be seen from the outline of the same race.
At this time.
The chief of the tribe took out a small and sophisticated silver-white communicator, and after a few words in a flattering tone, he waved his hand to 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 as them, with dark complexion and large skulls, but in the last cage there are two white-skinned humans, both of whom are male. , One of the chest areas had obvious gunshot wounds, although it had been treated but could not stand up.
"Put these two rebel men over there."
"The others are tied up." The chief glanced fiercely and ordered.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly.
When Su Ziyu made a circle in this tribe, he suddenly felt something in the sky, followed by a circling airflow, and a cabin-like aircraft slowed down. Landed slowly.
The silver-white metal gate slowly opened.
The first person who came out was a thin, thin old man in a medieval dress and a gentleman's hat. His expression seemed to be a little unhappy. He frowned and looked at the dirty ground before he walked down with disgust. , Raised his head and looked at the tribal chief with contempt: "What about things?"
The spirituality of the Suzi fish moved slightly.
His expression was slightly surprised, he looked at the square cabin in front of him, and said to himself: "Psionic Strengthen lv5?"
When the shriveled old man walked down, two soldiers wearing silver-gray exoskeleton power armor soon walked out behind him.
"Their equipment is much more advanced than that of Wasteland." Su Ziyu's eyes fell on the electromagnetic rifles held in the hands of the two soldiers.
The tribal chief’s face no longer had the initial jealous look. On the contrary, he nodded and bowed towards the old man in front of him, and said flatly: "Master General."
"Things are here."
"In order to get it, we spent half a month of work, and many people died."
The shriveled old man called the general manager looked at a pile of metal parts next to him, a red light suddenly appeared in his pupils, and a scanning light was visible across these parts with the naked eye, and then he nodded expressionlessly. Said: "They are all scraps of ancient ruins."
"But this pseudo-personality ai core is a bit valuable."
"Add these slaves and rebels."
"A total of 1200 empire contribution points can be exchanged."
Speaking of this, the shriveled old man raised his wrist. On the back of his hand was a light blue metal bracelet. A small silver-white metal piece was suspended, and then a dim light lit up, followed by his A 3D stereoscopic projection appeared in front of him.
"You are only the lower knight of the empire now."
"The only items and technologies that can be redeemed at the moment are these."
"Let's see for yourself."
The shriveled old man waved his hand at the soldiers behind him. They stepped forward and moved those things into the shelter. The other soldier took out a metal collar and ejected more than a dozen electromagnets with a light press. Ring controlled the slave in front of him.
The chief looked at the three-dimensional projection in front of him, and a greedy color appeared in his eyes. He carefully pleased: "Master General."
"The contents are too mixed."
"The villain doesn't know what to redeem. I don't know if Mr. Master has any advice?"
The shriveled old man heard a sardonic smile at the corner of his mouth. But still coldly replied: "It depends on what you want."
Speaking of this, he looked at the dirty and messy tribe with contempt, and said slowly: "If you want to advance the level of civilization, then exchange for scientific and technological materials 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 strong dictator."
The old man's fingers moved slightly, and a large list of items immediately appeared on the stereoscopic projection. He lifted his chin slightly to indicate: "These are nano-nerve injection training devices, which include firearms, fighting, swordsmanship, etc. Any one of these skills can make you a master of a certain ability."
The list of items in front of me quickly flicked across, and various redemption options pages appeared one after another.
"Bionic reconstruction surgery."
"Exoskeleton Power Armor."
"The shield of the secluded power field."
"Electromagnetic rifle."
"ai intelligent auxiliary core (implant)."
"Plasma lightsaber."
"fz-100 shuttle."
"t1 series of genetic modification fluid."
The whole item list contains everything from cheap to expensive, and contains tens of thousands of different options. Some items list even Suziyu is excited after seeing it.
The old man's gaze fell on the back of the opponent's head. After his gaze was swept away, he slowly said: "Your Psionic Amplifier is still the lowest level."
"Seeing that you have achieved a good result this time, you can consider redeeming the genetic modification of the t1 series."
"After completing the first step of brain enhancement, you should be able to install a more advanced psionic booster."
The chief in front of him hesitated a little when he heard the words. He looked at the expensive price of the t1 series of genetic modification, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Master in charge."
"I'll continue with the bionic transformation."
The shriveled old man nodded blankly and said: "Yes."
"There is a dormant surgery room inside."
Just as the two people were talking, Su Ziyu had already stealthily entered the cabin aircraft.
The space inside is quite spacious. There are more than a dozen large and small silver-white metal boxes on the floor. The corner of the wall is a silver-gray dormant warehouse. At this time, the shriveled old man is walking with the middle-aged chief. He came in, and 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 eyes from it.
Beep.
The old man set it up on the dormant chamber, and in the next second, a needle stuck out and injected some kind of liquid into the chief's body.
A line of infrared scanning light swept across.
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 arm and eyes.
After that, a precision scalpel was ejected, and the opponent's arm was cut off at an astonishing speed, and a pair of turbid dark brown eyeballs were removed. Several silver-white robotic hands took the metal bionic arm on the side. Start, then install and implant the connecting nerve. The whole process can be said to be done in one go. In less than ten minutes before and after, the chief's bionic transformation operation has been completed in the dormant chamber.
Finally, some light blue liquid was injected into the dormant chamber. About a few minutes later, the chief opened his eyes in a daze and stood up.
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 has been completed." The shriveled old man suddenly trembled, and then said blankly: "You can go down."
The chief, who was still a little dazed, was directly carried out by the soldiers on the side.
The shelter aircraft shut down quickly, and then lifted 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. He was panting violently. There were some strange changes in the exposed neck and head position, only his whole expression was seen. They all seem to have a trace of hideousness, the blood vessels that are provoking swelling and exposing, a face is almost swollen purple, and the position of the temples is provoking endlessly.
"Damn the soul whispers!..."
"Monster!"
"Get out of my head!..."
The shriveled old man quickly opened a box, took out a silver-white needle tube from it and inserted it into his neck. After the pale red liquid was injected into his body, his expression was a little calmer. , Panting and saying: "Go back to the underground base immediately."
The soldier 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, and then a cold mechanical sound sounded: "The coordinates of the base have been located."
"Returning."
Huh.
The shriveled old man panted and sat on the side of the sofa. His symptoms gradually disappeared. After his heartbeat slowly subsided, he actually reached out and opened a small cabinet and took out a bottle of wine from it, slowly. Pour myself a glass.
The shelter aircraft took off and returned home.
"His symptoms just now? Is it mental pollution?" Su Ziyu's figure was suspended ten centimeters above the ground.
With his psychic enhancement level, he can completely shield the opponent'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 it to see, or directly control the shriveled old man in front of me, and see if I can ask for any useful information. .
Finally.
He decided to wait for a while.
Although his knowledge of the world is limited, he is very interested in many of the things that the shriveled old man just showed.
If possible, Su Ziyu still wants to get it.
By the way, he also needs to explore the details of the empire that the aborigines said. He clearly already has such advanced technology, but it seems that their system is still a feudal empire.
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