Sue rotated her chair 180 degrees and faced the floor-to-ceiling windows again, the clouds that had overlapped and piled up across the sky were pressed very low, and in the distance, only a finger's width above the horizon shone brightly, below which were the slums of the slums, almost colorless, with black-brown and grayish pale being the dominant colors of the city. The dense shacks are dark and damp, and they are always stinking. It is a paradise for cockroaches, rats, and all kinds of mosquitoes. The unique body odor of the natives is even more lethal than the simple stench, and all the smells are mixed together, and even from a distance of several tens of meters, you can smell the cloudy, strong, and unpredictable odor.

Freemen and nobles, even most of the lords of the frontier cities, had long since become accustomed to the smell. They are noble, but in the eyes of the real upper echelons of the empire, this nobility is only slightly stronger than the natives. In the eyes of the high-level, people living in border areas, no matter how strong their ability and bloodline are pure and noble, they can't wash away the strong smell on their bodies. It's a taste that goes deep into their bones.

This is not bias. Indeed, there were many lieutenants and even lords who were deeply enamored with the land, and the smell was naturally part of it. Kubire was one such lord. For example, in this lavishly furnished room with a living room and study, the windows do not face the sparkling lake or the secluded jungle, but the porous Phoebe Morey slum. I don't know what Kubire was thinking every day when he sat or stood at the window, looking down on the slums, and spying on the activities of the people under the rudimentary shacks with his vision far beyond that of ordinary humans.

Looking at the slaves who were working and busy like ants, Su couldn't help but feel a slight touch in his heart. But this touch was only a fleeting moment, and it was overwhelmed by the coldness and indifference. Su Xian's current qiē is not without purpose, on the contrary, his goal is very clear. Although the ultimate goal is still hidden in the fog and never revealed, with the achievement of the phased goal and the strengthening of itself, the ultimate goal will always be revealed, and Su knows this very well.

In Sue's consciousness, rows of pale gold subtitles rained down, outlining a well-thought-out plan of action.

First, resuscitation, judging the direction of evolution.

Second, the awakening stage: judge the environment, according to the environment to determine the evolutionary order of each organ, the priority of each organ in this environment is: trapping, eating, digestion, movement, thinking, attack...... The evolutionary goal of this stage is to reach the top of the primitive biological chain of the aquatic system, the sea and air amphibious form, with a dead weight of 11.65 tons, an air speed of 350 km, an underwater speed of 150 km, and a surface speed of 110 km.

3. Identify the intelligent race of the environment and cut into the social ......

Fourth, relying on the intelligent race of the environment, analyze the environment, collect resources, establish servant troops, establish an energy collection system, and the ultimate goal, establish a recyclable energy and resource supply system.

Fifth, occupy all the resources of the environment.

This was the original evolutionary plan, which was forcibly interrupted by Su's awakened consciousness and jumped directly to the fourth stage. Now, what Su did was what he was supposed to do in the second and third stages, building a complete body and evolving the corresponding abilities. At least the minimum necessary to maintain dominance. And the lord and the army of 2,000 people can't actually be regarded as Su's servants, and even the adjutants who were completely controlled by Su can't be counted.

Moreover, in Su's consciousness, the legion of two thousand warriors formed by the detailed order of Tong Guò was actually formed according to the number jù derived from the simulation. The exhaustive analysis report was called up again by Su and re-read.

The overall evaluation of the corps: the small-scale comprehensive army corps of the primary civilization, the lowest combat effectiveness rating, is at an absolute disadvantage compared to the strongest corps in this environmental theory, and the battle loss ratio is 10,000 to 1 under the same environmental conditions. The legion is extremely dependent on the environment, has extremely high requirements for logistics, and has extremely low sustainable combat effectiveness, and the combat effectiveness of the legion fluctuates greatly due to immediate factors. The corps can use the guò force for part of the terrain, land combat type, can perform comprehensive missions, has a high dependence on science and technology, has a very low technical level, and has low mission adaptability.

The overall evaluation of the legion seems to be useless, but Su, who already has a preliminary understanding of the Sun Empire, is well aware of the power of this new formation of troops. In terms of core competitiveness alone, even if they are compared with the elite army of the Bloody Council, they may not fall behind, but in actual combat, they will only be completely defeated, and the only reason for their defeat is the huge gap in firepower. With an army of the same size, the Bloody Council troops are equipped with almost ten times the firepower of the Solar Empire, and this is the insurmountable gap in technology.

It was getting dark, and the slaves, who had worked hard all day, were returning to Phoebe Morey. The heavy basket on their backs bent their thin, swarthy bodies, and with each step, the slaves let out a low cry from their mouths so that their legs could support the weight and not be crushed. Soldiers with guns on their backs and long whips stood around and watched over the slaves. If a slave moves a little slower, the whip in the soldier's hand will fall on them with a whistling sound. After being whipped, the native slaves screamed, but they had to hold on to the basket so that none of the fruit they were carrying would fall to the ground. Once these expensive tributes land, even if they are not yet ripe, they will attract a fatal beating. Many of the uniformed warriors were natives of the same color as the slaves, but they were the ones who wielded the whip the most and attacked the hardest.

Phoebe Morey's last harvest has been concentrated, and now it's time to eat. So Sue stood up and walked downstairs to the restaurant she had booked.

In recent days, Murray has been feeling restless, and even the wind that has become cool and comfortable after passing through the cleverly designed space of the pyramid feels a pinprick chill on his body. And for some reason, I often see the sun for a few days, and sometimes I can even see the fiery red sun for most of the day. Whenever the sun shines, Murray always smears his body with sesame oil and goes out on the terrace to soak up the sun. The scorching sun on his black skin will bring a slight tingling, and while enjoying the pleasure that comes from it, it will also make his muscles completely relaxed. And the last three days of sunshine have been more than the past month combined, but Murray can't relax no matter what, and his muscles are tangled and crumbling, like a tightrope tangled without a head or brain. And the sun is no longer as comfortable on the skin as it used to be, but as uncomfortable as a pinprick in the face.

The hour hand had pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon, and the stray sun, which had been pouring since twelve o'clock, showed no sign of stopping. A huge cavity appeared in the radiant clouds in the sky, revealing almost half of the sky. The sky was blue, the sun was dazzling, and it looked as if it was the same as in the old days, but the invisible lethality in the bright light was several times greater than in the old days.

Murray reclined on his back on a sun lounger, a pair of sunglasses that were both stylish and cold buckled on his face. Four young and beautiful maids were surrounding him, applying the thick ghee from the copper basin to the muscular body of more than two meters, smoothing it out in every inch, and then massaging it vigorously with their slender hands to allow the oil to fully penetrate Murray's body. The scorching sun shone on their bodies, making them sweat like rain, and the light veil covering their bodies was completely wet with sweat and clinging to their bodies. Despite being out of breath, none of the four girls dared to stop to rest, and even the strength of their hands did not dare to slow down slightly.

On the side of the huge black body, the four girls were like four flying butterflies, delicate and fragile.

Murray became more and more annoyed, and Huo Ran sat up! A young girl who was massaging his shoulder was caught off guard, and the whole person flew out of his momentum, and her forehead hit the rough stone carved patio fence, and immediately bled profusely.

Murray, however, strode down the hall as if he had seen nothing. As soon as he got up, five or six handmaidens rushed over, and unlike the maids in front of him, they were obviously strengthened in their abilities, one by one flying around Murray, wrapping their colorful long skirts around Murray, and finally draping him in the scarlet scarlet scarlet

"Arm guards!" Murray snorted coldly, and immediately a gorgeous red and gold-encrusted arm guard was wrapped around his outstretched right arm, and then fastened.

"Cuirassa!" The two breastplates made of pure gold were immediately fastened to Murray's body, but looking at the delicate patterns and shapes, it was clear that the two breastplates were more decorative than substantial.

"Go and tell Sù Pantapo and ask him to bring a few people to wait for me in the fighting ring!" Immediately, a girl with increased speed rushed away.

Murray strode along, his steps were not very hurried, but the busy girls around him had to trot to keep up. By the time he descended the wide, rugged staircase to the underground arena on the basement floor of the pyramid, Pantapo had already arrived at the sidelines with a dozen of his men, and was ready to warm up.

Pantapo weighed only about 1.7 meters, but weighed 200 kilograms, and from the outside, those knotted muscles looked like monsters on his torso, almost drowning his face. His appearance is very ridiculous, but his strength makes people laugh. With both Tier 8 strength and Tier 8 defense, he is a humanoid tank, with only a handicap of speed and agility. But his strong defense makes it impossible for ordinary opponents to stop him. And among his subordinates, there are also many powerhouses with seventh-order abilities.

As Murray walked into the ring, Pantapo snapped his fingers, and the three men immediately lifted over a 50-centimeter-thick sheet of homogeneous steel, the back and sides of which were welded with handrails to grip. Pantapo walked behind the armor plate, took a deep breath, grabbed the two handles, squatted down, and pressed his almost square shoulder against the armor plate, and suddenly let out a loud cry, every muscle in Shen's body squirmed like an earthworm, causing his body to swell in a full circle in an instant.

Four subordinates with seventh-order strength also walked up, each against the four corners of the armor steel plate, from the erect green tendons on the forehead, it can be seen that they are already using their abilities at full strength.

Open! Open! Open! Murray strode forward, neither fast nor slow, but every step he took seemed to make the underground fighting arena with an area of thousands of square meters tremble accordingly!

Murray stood in front of the armor plate in a few big strides, then inhaled, held his breath, clenched his fists, bent his arms, bowed, and bombarded! C