Phoebe Morey was a well-defined city, with a clear separation zone between the wealthy areas near the lakeshore and the slave and indigenous settlements, and patrolling soldiers would drive back every indigenous person who accidentally stepped into the separation zone.

Of course, by the standards of the old era, the rich areas inhabited by the privileged class are no different from the slums, while the areas inhabited by the indigenous people are completely garbage dumps.

Several fighters lazily walked along the perimeter of Phoebe Morey, maintaining a certain alertness, but not the slightest nervousness.

The night was quiet and no different than usual.

They also know their weight and role, whether it is to drive away unruly natives or to teach a hungry slave who wants to steal.

If there is a foreign enemy who wants to encroach on Phoebe More, the first thing to think about is how to deal with Kubire, and not to waste time on their mass-produced standard fighters.

With Cupire, there is the city of Phoebe More.

As the group of warriors walked past the edge of a deep wood, Sue silently appeared behind them.

He reached out and grabbed the neck of the last warrior and carried him silently into the forest.

During the whole process, the five fighters in front were completely unaware, and it was not until they walked a few hundred meters away that they realized that there was one less person in the team.

But they didn't take it seriously, they just thought that the guy had gone to the woods, and except for a few hard glances behind him, he didn't even mean to stop, let alone go back to confirm.

As for when they will follow, or even if they will follow, it is not at all a matter of concern to them.

Anyway, in the army, it is quite common to lose a few fighters without any reason.

From this, it can be seen that the discipline of Phoebe Morey's troops is very lax.

In just ten minutes of interrogation, Su already clearly understood this.

Phoebe Morey has more than five hundred regular troops, three hundred of which are elite warriors who have been strengthened by the standard pentathlon.

These elite fighters are the core strength, and the patrol missions can only be said to be reserve fighters.

In terms of personal comprehensive combat effectiveness, elite warriors are already close to ordinary dragoon servants due to their reasonable ability matching, and they are a whole level stronger than dragoon servants.

However, compared to the dragoons, their equipment is very poor, and each person is equipped with an automatic rifle as standard, and there is only a full magazine for ammunition.

With such a weak firepower, a full crew of dragon knight officers can easily wipe out hundreds of people.

Su thought as he buckled his military hat to his head, blocking the striking pale gold short.

He pressed the brim down again, obscuring half of his face.

And his face, so delicate that it didn't fit in with its surroundings, was completely hidden under the densely wound strips of cloth.

In front of him, the freshly captured soldier was leaning limply against a palm tree, snoring and sleeping.

A tiny amount of venom could make him sleep for more than ten days, and he would not wake up until he was extremely weak from hunger.

As for the poisonous insects that are common in the tropics, this is not too much of a problem.

The aborigines will emit a strong strange smell, which has a strong insect repellent effect.

By the time he walked out of the palm grove, Sue had turned into a local warrior.

He was much taller than the natives, so his uniform didn't fit.

However, there are also many people in the army who belong to the skin color of the privileged class, and they are all poor people who need to make some money.

So Sue is not particularly conspicuous.

Sue hung his rifle diagonally in the characteristic posture of a ruffian and swaggered towards Phoebe Morey.

There is only one wooden wall built on the perimeter of Phoebe More, and there are many collapses and damages, and there are a total of six watchtowers armed with light machine guns in the city, but without searchlights, their warning range can be said to be very limited at night.

Phoebe Morey was dark at night, and only the lord's mansion and the rich quarters were lit up.

There are only five large diesel motors in the city, which are the only source of electricity.

Without electricity, there would be no modern industry, and all industrial production would still be in the manual era.

Sue walked through a plantation like a ghost.

A free-range fierce hound dozed under a palm tree, but he didn't notice Sue walking by.

The largest industry here is farming, which produces bananas, coffee, and a variety of tropical fruits that can be used for food.

In the open air, everything produced contains light amounts of radiation, and it is for the homeless to eat in the territory of the Bloody Council.

However, Su has already shown that the people here, whether indigenous or privileged, have a small amount of mutated tissue mixed with their bodies, so their tolerance to radiation is significantly enhanced.

The crops produced by Phoebe Morey are a rare and delicious food for them.

In Su's thinking center, he called up the whole body structure of the warrior just now and began to analyze.

The conclusion reached surprised Su Weijue.

"The mutated tissue has solidified and become a fixed body tissue that can be passed on to the next generation?" Su thoughtfully.

This means that the local people have adapted to the environment with strong radiation, and can grow and reproduce in this environment for generations, opening a new era of civilization.

Of course, there is a premise for this, that is, the mutated tissue needs to be able to be inherited stably and not have a great impact on other biological functions in humans.

From the body structure of the two fighters in front and behind, Su noticed that the mutated tissues were evenly distributed, so not only did it not affect the normal functions of the human body, but gave them a more excellent ability to resist radiation.

Many of the slaves who arrived did not have such an even distribution of mutated tissues.

However, uneven distribution is the law of nature, and that kind of rare uniformity and stability is theoretically due to countless generations of heredity and survival of the fittest, and even in this turbulent era of rapid mutation, time is still the biggest obstacle.

So Su smelled a hint of unnatural smell from the body structure of the locals.

Across the plantations, you will find the slum of Phoebe Morey.

Littered with shacks, dirty water pools everywhere, garbage of all kinds is piled up everywhere, there are almost no roads to speak of, and the stench is suffocating, and the whole area seems to be a big garbage dump.

Even the slums were hierarchical, with the neighborhoods of the rich populated by free-standing natives, and the middle and periphery inhabited by slaves.

Sue walked through the slums.

Only when you walk here will you realize that although it is night, it is not peaceful at all.

Everywhere the sounds of men and women reproducing primitively were heard, and the cries of brawls and suppressed screams were heard from time to time.

There were several people crowded into each shack, just big enough for them to lie down, and once someone moved a little bigger, the walls of various materials were shaking.

They all had beastly instincts, and in the darkness, one by one, looked at Sue as he slowly walked through the ghetto with curious and dangerous eyes.

However, Sue's aura scared them more than the rifle he carried on his shoulder, so no one dared to mess around.

"Do you want a woman? I can do anything! And there are clean places! A native girl who had just come of age suddenly burst out of the shack and lifted her skirt in front of Sue.

She didn't wear anything under her tattered and dirty long skirt, and there were many scars on her naked + exposed body, but it didn't damage her fresh and youthful atmosphere.

She tried even harder to hold up her breasts, which were unusually plump compared to her thin body, hoping that Sue would be able to look at her.

Sue stopped and glanced at her, her glowing green gaze causing her to take two steps back.

With just one glance, Sue had already gotten a lot of information: an eight-year-old female, basically mature, and a nine-year-old can be fully bred.

Pregnant for one month, triplets, born after three months, the chance of death is 36%.

The physical condition is extremely poor, including 22 kinds of human diseases and 15 kinds of infectious diseases...... Sue raised her rifle and tossed the indigenous girl aside with the icy barrel of her gun, clearing the way forward.

The rifle is more convincing than any words, so the girl has no choice but to get out of the way.

Of course, Su also knew that unless she was taken to another place to complete the transaction, according to the location she provided, I was afraid that by the time she was halfway through, she would be cut off by someone, and then all her belongings would be looted, and her body would become a supper for many people here, if he was really just an ordinary soldier.

This is Phoebe Morey, a place of chaos, dirty, uninhibited, littered with garbage and death, and a paradise for the very few.

The slum and the rich area are separated by a width of 50 meters, which is far from enough distance to prevent the spread of the stench, but the wind blows from the rich to the civilian area all the year round, so the privileged class does not need to worry too much about this, not to mention that the indigenous people here are not as delicate as the humans of the old days.

Sue's feet were slightly forced, and his body flashed through the barrier as if he was gliding on the ice, entering the rich area.

The roads here are much more neat, the roads are paved with gravel, and there is very little accumulation of sewage.

It can be seen that at least sewers have been built in the urban areas of this area.

The predominantly wooden houses in the affluent areas, these simple houses with two or three bedrooms and their own bathrooms were not intended to be inhabited by even the servants in Dragon City, but here they became mansions for the most privileged classes.

Unlike the dark slums, the windows of the largest mansions were brightly lit.

It seems that these families are the real ruling class here, and can afford the extremely expensive and scarce electricity.

Sue was not interested in these privileged classes.

He travels through the city in order to gain a deeper understanding of the social formations and what lies behind them.

However, Su has already appeared, these so-called privileged classes, there will basically be a member of the family with third-order abilities, either male or female, but they are all the heads of the family.

And among those mansions that are eligible to use electricity, the owners have at least fifth-order abilities, and the largest mansion even has sixth-order energy fluctuations.

This fluctuation was familiar to Sue, the officer he had seen in the afternoon, bringing back the lockbox.

In addition to his abilities, his perception is also unexpectedly strong, and when Sue uses his right eye to inspect the items in the lockbox, he actually perceives it as much as Kubire.

Su turned a corner along the street, just past a group of night patrol warriors, and then walked towards the lord's residence.

The vast mansion of the lord is brightly lit, and there is even enough electricity to light up the landscape lights in the garden.

At this time, the courtyard gate of the official residence slowly opened, and an off-road vehicle roared out of the courtyard and flew out of the city.

In an instant, Su had already appeared on the off-road vehicle, in addition to the three ordinary fighters, there was also a person he was very familiar with, Robbio.

Even from a distance, Sue could feel Robbio's intense fear, uneasiness, and anxiety.

What is he doing and where is he going? When this question came to Su's mind, Robbio in the cab suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look at Su! He saw nothing but the silhouette of a house in the dark.

Robbio muttered a few curses and continued to look ahead, feeling more and more sensitive since Kirby's death, as if something was hiding in the shadows to spy on him.

The feeling was driving him crazy.

On the third floor of the main building of the lord's residence, Kubire was standing in the unusually large office, holding a thick notebook with a gold-rimmed cover, his arms stretched straight, squinting a pair of murderous eyes, staring at the few twisted lines of writing on the notebook: When the end rises from the sea, all the trees turn to ashes, and the rising sun is dimmed, but the darkness is eternal.

This is the prophetic poem that is passed down among the indigenous tribes of the local people.

The indigenous tribesmen who were brought back from the tribe liked to pray at night, and the poem was often sung during prayers.

So Kubire had heard it more than once, but every time he thought it was a fart.

But his intuition told him that the news that Robbio had brought back this time was extraordinary, and it was very likely that the speculation was true.

Kirby was his right-hand man, but this time he died so inexplicably that even Robbio didn't know how he died.

And even on the verge of death, Kirby refuses to let Robbio know what happened.

It was only then that Cubier remembered the prophetic poem, and asked Robbio to write down the first four lines.

In fact, Robbio can barely write, and Cubire is even worse, he doesn't recognize many words, and he can barely understand them.

In Kubire's eyes, these four lines of distorted handwriting seemed to move, and one by one they turned into extremely hideous devils, and pounced on him viciously! With a snap, Kubire slammed the notebook to the ground, then stepped on one foot, crushed it with the sole of his boot, and squeezed out a few vicious words from between his teeth: "Doomsday? Is it really like Lao Tzu and those black-skinned monkeys to be as idiots?! Hmph, isn't it just that some indigenous madman sensed some large mutant creature before he died? What's the big deal! The notebook was already smashed, and Kubire pulled down his belt again, tightening his very cumbersome belly, and then grabbed a bottle of spirits and took a few sips to calm down a little.

Once he calmed down, he began to think carefully about all the clues, and his face gradually became serious: "No, those guys in the sea are not easy to deal with."

After all these years, who knows what's going on inside? And what can be perceived by the black-skinned monkeys will definitely not be simple! Forget it, this kind of thing is still a headache for those vampires! ”Y