Yang Yi was carried by the pentagonal fleet mecha guards and walked towards the depths of the fleet, with the help of the blue lights in the mothership, along the way Yang Yi could see countless Maltese heavily armed soldiers, all kinds of light and heavy mechas, all kinds of unknown numbers, mechanical bionic monsters of different sizes.

Half an hour later, Yang Yi was taken to an empty take-off area inside the mothership, where countless small pentagonal spaceships were parked, and Yang Zi, who was taking off and landing frequently and was extremely busy.

Yang Yi was taken to a pentagonal spaceship that looked not small in the mothership. After the Maltese biologist muttered something in Maltese to the holographic video of the ship, the pentagonal ship began to close its hatch and fly towards an unfamiliar area of the mothership.

Yang Yi's body was still trapped by the red light rope, and he was thrown face up on the black deck of the spaceship by the battle guard mecha, next to hundreds of Maltese soldiers who were armed with energy weapons aimed at him.

The dark-skinned Maltese biological officer had an expression like a treasure, and the snake-eyed eyes looked at Yang Yi unkindly, as if to say, "Low-level earthling, you are the meat on my board!" ”

As long as Yang Yi touched its gaze, there was an indescribable unease.

The pentagonal spaceship accelerated its flight in the mothership, and by silently estimating the flight time of the small pentagonal spaceship in his heart, Yang Yi had to admire the huge size of the mothership, the speed of the small spaceship was not slow, but it still did not mean to slow down after flying for several minutes.

Nearly ten minutes later, the small pentagonal spacecraft finally landed in an area of the mothership that glowed white everywhere.

Yang Yi was grabbed by the mecha from the deck of the spaceship and walked towards the area of the mothership that glowed with white light.

The Maltese guards in this area were suddenly much less, and along the way, Yang Yi saw many containers of strange shapes and colors, pipes, various indescribable instruments, and giant machines that slowly rotated and roared.

Some of the liquids either fill large containers or flow slowly through the pipes, emitting all sorts of unpleasant odors.

A large number of Maltese and robots dressed in white are busy with something, giving the appearance of a giant biochemical factory.

"It looks like this is the so-called Maltese Fleet Biocenter." Yang Yi looked at these equipment that only biochemical factories have, and silently estimated in his heart.

The dark-skinned Maltese biologist was clearly unusual in this area, and many working Maltese and robots bowed to him in awe along the way.

"The Memory Transformation Executive, take this yellow dwarf human to the Biological Memory Cleansing Department of the brain, and clear the memories of the human race on the Yellow Dwarf Earth in his brain, including but not limited to history, humanities, science and technology, family, friendship, love, country, army, etc., this is a special individual, which has attracted the attention of the general, and needs to be implanted with the Centauri Blue Star Puppet Planet Colony Race Leader, as well as the corresponding skills of the Centauri Avatar level energy strike power, weapons and equipment use knowledge and other standard memory data, Make sure nothing goes wrong. ”

Walking to an area in the center of the creature that reads "Brain Bio-Memory Cleansing" in Maltese script, the dark-skinned Maltese biologist commanded a blue-skinned Maltese dressed in white.

"Yes, my lord!" The tall, blue-skinned Maltese Memory Transformation Executive hurriedly bowed in response with awe.

"In addition, the Memory Transformation Executive, report on the progress of the implementation of your Earth's ordinary human memory transformation plan." Without waiting for the blue-skinned Maltese Memory Transformation Executive to walk away, the dark-skinned Maltese Biological Officer asked.

"Lord Qiqi, the memory transformation plan for the higher intelligent life of the Yellow Dwarf Galaxy Earth Planet is progressing smoothly, and all three million individual memories sent to the headquarters have been cleared as planned, and two million and eight million individuals have been implanted with the memory data of the Centauri Blue Star puppet warriors, and the genetic modification department is carrying out genetic sorting modification according to the process, and the headquarters is expected to complete all the transformations soon." The tall blue-skinned Maltese Memory Transformation Executive had a straight face, and the bone spur tail behind him was consciously clamped, and he bowed down and reported seriously.

"Okay, the work of your department is progressing well, this officer will apply to the fleet on behalf of the fleet biological center for the award of your department, I hope that your department will make persistent efforts to complete the tasks assigned by the fleet clone No. 5 general with quality and quantity, and the earth puppet army will be put into the earth battlefield one day earlier to make significant progress, and the fleet will return to Centauri one day earlier."

The dark-skinned Maltese biological officer looked more satisfied, the bone spur tail behind him swayed more soothingly, and he was in a very good mood, patting the blue-skinned Maltese memory transformation executive on the shoulder and said.

"Thank you for your encouragement, we will speed up the progress and complete the task on time according to the requirements of the adults!" The Maltese Memory Transformation Executive looked flattered and grateful for an inexplicable funny look, and it was obvious that the Fleet Biological Officer didn't fare to its department often,

Yang Yi looked at the strange expressions and incomprehensible conversations of these Maltese just now, but he couldn't understand the content of what these Maltese said, if he knew that the Maltese had erased the memories of most of the three million people on the earth who had been captured, and were implanting the memories of the so-called Centaur Maltese puppet warriors, he would definitely be extremely shocked in his heart.

"Go, low-level yellow dwarf creatures!" Finally, after these Maltese muttered something in an incomprehensible language, the blue-skinned Maltese memory transformation executive suddenly looked at Yang Yi and scolded him with a fierce face in Mandarin.

"Haha, look at your arrogance, look at your disgusting ugly appearance, I can't help but want to vomit, I really don't know why you centaurs think they are superior to humans, in my opinion, it's not a big deal!" Yang Yi saw that these centaur monsters finally said a human word, staring at the green snake eyes of the blue-skinned Malta Memory Transformation Executive, and scolded angrily.

"Hey, I said yellow dwarf earthlings, doesn't everyone in your race reflect on their own failures and find reasons in themselves? Could it be that the humans of the Yellow Dwarf Galaxy Earth will only roar or be sad and hopeless after defeat?

Hey, this may be the reason why you have been slow to evolve and weak at the lower levels! But soon you will get rid of the lowliness and boredom of this human race, say goodbye to the weakness and all kinds of bad roots of humanity, and be honorably a member of the Demihuman Blue Star race.

At this moment, you should be proud that you are about to have a new meaning in life, not anger and frustration! ”

The strange thing is that the blue-skinned Maltese memory transformation executive who was scolded by Yang Yi actually changed his fierce and vicious attitude, and the green snake said to Yang Yi with a certain sense of superiority in his eyes.

Yang Yi didn't speak again, looking at the triumphant appearance of the blue-skinned Maltese, he didn't bother to waste his strength to refute anything.

I think that compared with the technology and force of the Centaur race today, the disadvantage is indeed obvious, but it does not mean that you will always win, and who will have the last laugh is not certain.