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Most of them had become numb and seemed to have no hope for life, and the Flying Clan, who led the group, remained resolute, but the despair could be seen in their eyes.

Fleeing to the western ice and snow region, in two or three years, the number of people has been directly reduced by half from the initial six or seven thousand, and it is conceivable that they will naturally disappear in a short time.

Suddenly, a stream of light came in, attracting the attention of the Flying Clan.

"What's that?" Someone wondered.

In an environment with extremely low temperatures, there is no possibility for insects to survive, so they are very puzzled.

"Electro paralyzes the ray attack mode, don't harm the target group."

The cyborg fights internally and immediately switches attacks.

Level 12 biochemical warriors, equipped with a wide variety of weapons, to cope with different combat missions.

In an instant, the electric light appeared, hitting a flying celestial, and immediately, the electric current flickered all over his body, and he collapsed in place, convulsing from time to time, and lost consciousness.

"Hurry up and pick up and kill the point of light."

Reacting, a group of Flying Clans picked up their weapons and slashed at the biochemical warriors.

But it's a pity that the speed of the cyborg warrior is so fast that it can't be hit by the sluggish Flying Clan.

……

Lin Chen and the thief group waited at the entrance of the cave, and even ordered the battleship to approach.

In about a quarter of an hour, the biochemical warriors reported that the mission had been successfully completed without killing a single Flying Clan.

When he walked into the cave, he found that the Flying Clans were unconscious, lying on the ground, still breathing.

"The subject fell into a coma and is not expected to wake up for six hours." Said the cyborg warrior.

"Got it, all of you on alert." Lin Chen ordered.

Immediately, a team of people rushed from the battleship and began to assemble the space door.

In half an hour, the space door was operating normally, and a large number of alchemists who had been prepared for a long time came out.

"Leader!"

The head of the lead alchemist said respectfully.

"Don't waste time and follow the original plan." Lin Chen said calmly.

"Understood!"

Hundreds of alchemists brought a half-meter metal box containing the means of control developed by the Flying Clan.

In fact, they are miniature nuclear bombs, with a diameter of three centimeters and a length of fifty centimeters, which are installed in the brains of the Feitian clan, and have been processed by special high-tech technology, so that it is impossible to detonate them when striking by external forces, as well as the signal positioning function.

The technology of installing miniature bombs in human brains was available before the end of the world, but it was not promoted, after all, it was too cruel, and the Flying Clan was very large in size, embedded in the brain domain, and it was like a toothpick at all.

Moreover, it will not cause harm to their lives, you know, there are examples of human beings having an extra bullet in their brains and living for decades, not to mention such a tiny thing, and besides, the Feitian Clan can't take it out by itself, and the medical level can basically be said to be none, and splitting the skull is equivalent to suicide.

A special syringe, almost like a cannon barrel, must be used by multiple medical devices to work together, otherwise such a big mouthful, the brain pulp will flow out, and it will be fatal if you can't stop it.

In addition, the hair on the top of the Flying Clan's head was as thick as hemp rope, which was unclear for a long time, became a little hard, and had a sticky substance, which was really troublesome to clean up manually.

A piece of hair is shaved off, and the syringe needle is inserted like an electric drill, while the anesthetic spills out, preventing the target from waking up in pain.

The miniature nuclear bomb is wrapped with a layer of human rubber material to avoid long-term uncomfortable changes in the brain, so medical silicone is used.

Before the start, the radiation observation and analysis of part of the brain domain of the Feitian Clan, so as to avoid injury to the brain tissue, choose to store the miniature nuclear bomb in a free position, wound treatment, laser stimulation healing, with medication-assisted treatment, can form a scar within an hour.

After a busy time, for three or four hours, the Flying Clans present installed miniature nuclear bombs to ensure that they could be completely controlled.

More construction teams came here and began to remodel the cave into a huge laboratory.

Things were unexpected, a Flying Clan woke up early, covered his head and acted in pain, presumably because the anesthetic had not subsided.

Brain surgery, which is a minimally invasive operation for the giant body of the Flying Clan, was mobilized by the Alchemy Republic to mobilize a lot of medical talents, and after rigorous analysis and research, the storage location was determined.

A number of biochemical warriors descended in front of the Flying Clan, and Lin Chen floated into the air.

He has seen the combat video of the biochemical warrior, and the combat power of this flying clan far exceeds that of ordinary clansmen, and it is not difficult to see that it is a leader.

The Flying Clan wanted to make a move, but the Biochemical Warrior's palm glowed, and it seemed to be brewing power.

Lin Chen tore apart a language scroll and gave it the ability to communicate in language.

"Say your name." Lin Chen said calmly.

"What are you?" The Flying Clan said angrily.

"I hope you cooperate, the entire life of the Flying Sky Clan is no longer up to you." Lin Chen smiled lightly.

"I'm Galele, why is my head dizzy and tingling." Gallele frowned deeply.

"It's going to disappear soon, don't care, now let's talk about your future." Lin Chen said.

"Our future?" Gallele was a little incomprehensible.

"Yes, the future."

Lin Chen said bluntly: "We are an alchemy republic from another world, the race is human, and I am the supreme leader, and now I have a fancy for the resources of this world, so I want to look for a helper, and I happen to take a fancy to you."

Of course, for you who know a little bit about it, and have been fighting against the Three-Eyed Clan on the Capler Continent, I have to say that it is very admirable. ”

Galele laughed helplessly, his expression was even more sad, and said: "Against the Three-Eyed Clan, we are just surviving, and even the wisdom of the Flying Clan civilization has not been preserved, so we can't give you any help at all. ”

"Wrong, your vision is limited, you don't know the true potential, and then the Alchemy Republic intervenes, with a few people, you can trample the Three-Eyed Clan under your feet, and the premise is to follow our will." Lin Chen said disapprerovingly.

"Don't waste any more time, the number of the Three-Eyed Clan is tens of thousands of times that of us, and moreover, we are born with special abilities and are equipped with unbreakable armor, and in every confrontation, we have failed, and we can't support a battle at all." Gallele said disheartenedly.

It's not that he has no ambitions, but the facts are in front of him, and now he is a group of remnants, unwilling to let his people die.

"Words can't be said to die, in a few decades, you will hide in the ice and snow area and wait for death, with our intervention, the Three-Eyed Clan will be the target of your slaughter, provided that as long as you follow the order, the future Kepler Continent will be managed by the Flying Clan." Lin Chen said.

"It may only come true in a dream." Gallele behaved loosely, presumably living in despair for a long time and had become numb.