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Even in single-shot mode, it does not take much time to shoot three magazines. By the time Su put on the fourth magazine, the gunfire in Tubiyang's city had completely disappeared. The surviving warriors stationed at the lord's mansion were fleeing, and a dozen figures desperately fled to a dark shantytown. At this time, the brightly lit lord's mansion is tantamount to a paradise where death is rampant.

Wars between lords were common, but battles were more often confined to a few high-level ables, and the role of ordinary warriors was to suppress the large number of slaves and attack the indigenous tribes that survived in the wild. Whoever becomes a lord needs them. Therefore, over time, an unwritten rule has been formed, that is, when disputes are resolved between lords, the winner is often determined only by those with abilities above the third order. Sue didn't know about this rule, but he wasn't interested in slaughtering fighters who had given up their resistance.

With a bang, Su threw down the empty rifle, entered the lord's mansion, and walked up to the second floor along the scarlet carpet under the brilliant light, stepped into the assembly hall, and stood in front of Motu.

Motu looked at Sue with some surprise, he had expected it would be Kubire. But it's the same for everyone, he landed the cigar cartridge that he had half smoked on, and took a hissed breath, the heavy two-handed heavy sword seemed to have no weight to him, not only did he lift it lightly with one hand, but he also flew a few times in his left hand. Facing an extremely strange opponent, before making a move, an inspiration suddenly appeared, making Motu ask in a deep voice: "Are you Su?" ”

Su nodded: "It's me." Put down your sword and be loyal to me. ”

"Haha!" Motu laughed loudly, as if he had heard the most absurd joke: "Even Kubire would not dare to say such things to me!" What are you...... Wait, could it be that Kubire is already loyal to you?! ”

"Kubire is smart, you shouldn't be dumber than him, so don't do anything stupid, put down your sword, and become my loyal slave."

Mo Tu suddenly clenched the heavy sword with both hands, and the heavy sword of dozens of kilograms brought a strong wind, slashing towards Su's waist at an unimaginable speed! The small indoor space did not affect Mo Tu's seemingly fierce attack in the slightest, and the skills displayed in an instant with the two-handed heavy sword were already a master of sword skills! With seventh-order speed and sixth-order strength, Motu has a strong melee attack, which can be described as the first among the Frontier Lords!

The moment he drew his sword, Mo Tu roared angrily: "You want me to be your slave, wait until you become the emperor of the Sun Empire!" ”

However, before the heavy sword could be swung, Su had already taken a step forward, and the two energy crystals on his back waist suddenly lit up, and the explosive power instantly pushed Su's speed to the peak! When Motu's heavy sword swept past Su's original position, Su had already passed him.

Motu's eyes widened, and he looked at Su's blue right eye in disbelief. In his pupils, his headless body was clearly reflected. With a sword swing in the air, he staggered forward a few steps before he fell.

Carrying Motu's head, Su Ping said calmly: "The Great Emperor of the Sun Empire? Soon it will be. ”

In the middle of the night, the forces of Phoebe Moray City drove to Tubiyan, and the last of the sixth-order lieutenants in Tubiyan wisely chose to surrender, even though only 10 warriors came to take over the territory.

At two o'clock in the morning, Raonei, the lord of Rio City, was killed in battle at the lord's residence, four of the seven sixth-order lieutenants were killed in battle, and three surrendered.

At three o'clock in the morning, Juan, the lord of Caracas City, surrendered, and the three sixth-order lieutenants surrendered.

At four o'clock in the morning, Guilin, the lord of Valencia, surrendered, and the five lieutenants surrendered.

At five o'clock, Linden, the lord of Coro, was killed in battle, and three lieutenants were killed in battle.

At five o'clock, the lord of Valencia City, Guilin, surrendered and set up an ambush on the way, and all the troops who took over the territory of Phoebe Morey City were killed, and Rose, who had just been promoted to the seventh rank, was killed in battle.

At 5:30 a.m., the lord of Valencia, Guilin, was killed, all five of his lieutenants were killed, and 470 of the 640 warriors were killed. The city of Valencia surrenders.

At 6:20 a.m., Huydala, lord of Kumana, surrendered, and the two lieutenants surrendered.

……

As night fell, it rose again.

When Sue returned to the city of Phoebe More, which was located in the central area, it happened to come full circle. In one day and two nights, Su fought 700 kilometers, occupied 12 territories, killed 7 lords and 31 sixth-order adjutants; Five lords and twenty-seven adjutants were collected.

When Sue sat back in the high-backed chair of Phoebe Morey City, she carried more than two hundred evolution points.

Now that the information gathered is enough, through the comparison of guò with the map of the old era, Su found that the place where he landed turned out to be the northern tip of the Southern Continent. And if you want to return to the northern continent, it is not just a matter of thousands of kilometers, only a narrow and curved corridor connects the two continents of the north and south, otherwise, you need to cross a vast and endless sea. Moreover, when it was deduced that there was likely to be an apostle lurking in the mysterious Sun Empire, Su was in no hurry to return.

Su and the apostles, like two fierce beasts, confronted each other, waiting for the other party to show their flaws, and neither of them was in a hurry to attack. As for why there was so much hostility towards the apostle, Su couldn't say clearly, but when he knew about the apostle's existence, there was a hostility that came from the depths of instinct. Maybe it's because of the Earth Thunder Apostle Fizdeck, or maybe it's something else.

Now, all the plantations in the twelve territories that produce fruits and other crops have begun to harvest, and Su will digest and absorb the harvest in three days. The absorbed energy is enough to generate six small energy crystals, and the panorama, accumulated combat experience, and cell-level control of the body have made Su almost invincible in terms of melee combat art.

After completing the new evolution, Sue's gaze was already on the city of Maca, where the Empire's governor was located. Because there are five complete sets of biological culture tanks there, which is exactly what Su wants most at the moment.

With a population of 50,000, Maca can be called a real city, completely different from the towns where the lords of the frontier region are entrenched. Although there are large slums, at least the roads are planned and even sewers have been dug. Garbage is also stored at designated locations and is collected regularly.

A small river runs through the middle of the city of Maca, and on the north bank of the river is the seat of the Governor's Palace, around which the wealthy area is built.

Maca City has no walls, and as the seat of the Sun Empire's governor in the frontier region, the city is guarded by dozens of lords' domains, and will not directly encounter powerful foreign enemies. In the Sun Empire, which divides classes according to the hierarchy of ability, there are really powerful enemies that the lords and lieutenants can't resist, and they can't be stopped by the city walls, no matter how high and thick the walls are, they are useless.

On the north bank of the river, there is a majestic pyramid building nearly 100 meters high, which is so large that it contrasts strongly with the low buildings around it. This is the Frontier Governor of the Sun Empire, the Governor's Mansion where Murray is located.

The pyramidal governor's palace is orange-red in color, and when the sky is bright, even if the sun does not emerge from behind the radiating clouds, it shines brightly, as if it were being lit by a blazing flame. The interior of the Doge's Palace, on the other hand, is huge and well-planned, showcasing even more than the architectural skills of the old era. At the top of the pyramid is Murray's residence, below which is the seat of the Governor's Office, with the Governor's Guard stationed in the middle and garages, warehouses, and factories on the lower level. The underground part is home to the shelter and secret services.

A narrow road juts out from the city of Maca and winds its way into the heart of the empire.

Unlike most of the high-ranking nobles and lords of the Sun Empire, Murray, the governor of the north, was a pure black man. In some ways, his face was handsome, but he always had a fierce smile, and the cobweb-like scar on one side of his face added to his hideousness. With the level of biochemical technology of the Solar Empire, it would be easy to erase such a scar, but no one in the upper echelons of the Empire would do this. In the Empire, scars were regarded as a man's medal, and in order to get a perfect scarf, there were even scar carvers who were skilled in their profession, and the masters among them were even more well-paid.

Even in the Sun Empire, where his abilities are widespread, Murray, who is 230 cm tall, surpasses most of the fighters. In the early hours of the morning, Murray stood in front of the long window, squinting at Maca, who had just woken up. It's a vibrant city, and he likes things that have a lot of energy. His bare upper body was muscular, muscular and full, and every line was at its peak with years of relentless training, smooth and well-proportioned, straight and powerful, and he was wrapped in a traditional colored dress of the empire, and stepped barefoot on the floor paved with bare rock.

Murray likes to look down, especially from a height of nearly 100 meters. This will give him the feeling of being in control of all beings, and every now and then, it will dilute the depression in his heart a little.

Murray has a noble bloodline, at least half of the bloodline is very noble, and the remaining half of the bloodline is not too bad. But just because of the color of his skin, he was squeezed out of the core of the empire with a rare ability of the ninth order, and was thrown into this wild and primitive north as a governor like a hairdress. Whenever he thought about it, especially the people in the imperial capital who were destined to snicker at it, Murray hated it so much that he wanted to kill. And he is a man who will do what he thinks, so there are many slaves who have died at the hands of Murray for no apparent reason, and some of the freemen and even the nobles have lost their lives because of this. Murray never cared about how many slaves died, the indigenous tribes were very viable, and every year the natives starved to death due to lack of food, so when there were fewer slaves, they could go to the depths of the forest to replenish them. In Murray's eyes, in the primeval rainforest covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, there is a possibility of hiding a few black-skinned monkeys behind each tree, which is an inexhaustible source of slaves.

However, Murray also admits that there are some advantages to being governor. For example, the high-flying lords, every time they saw the expressions of the huàn price list, it made him feel very happy. And if you want to exchange it for power potions or other strategic materials at a lower price, such as the price indicated by the Empire, you have to find a way to make him feel more happy. There are many ways to make Murray happy, and the problem is that there is only one way to make the governor happy every day. Guessing these ways became a gamble for the lords, or a kind of intellectual game that significantly exceeded their intelligence.

One thing is for sure, as long as these lords are not happy, then Murray will be happy.

The uppermost floor of the Step Pyramid is more than 3,000 square meters in size and fifteen meters high, and in such a vast space that Murray built a magnificent private palace. The palace has a strong Southern Continent style, with bright colors, and the walls are decorated with murals, bone artifacts, and various tribal masks. The ground is rough and uneven, with a deep reddish-brown sheen and a characteristic tactile feel that Murray preferred. As the governor of the frontier region, at this moment Murray was standing in a viewing hall of three hundred square meters, and in front of him was a one-and-a-half-meter-high window that stretched for more than ten meters. The so-called windows are actually hollows carved out of the boulders of the outer walls of the pyramids, which are extremely rough and wild. This style was loved by the upper echelons of the Empire, and according to popular saying, the wild could make males wilder.

Four young girls dressed in light gauzes quietly walked into the viewing hall with copper basins and bath towels. They were all barefoot, walking silently on the rocky ground. The maidens surrounded Murray, took off his long skirt for him, then took the sesame oil from the copper basin, poured it on Murray, and scraped the dark, shiny, solid skin with a special ivory plate layer by layer. Sesame oil is made using a special ancient method, and it is said that long-term use can make people's muscles harder and stronger.

The girl had to use a ladder to reach Murray's shoulder, they had a clear division of labor, tacit cooperation, and skillful techniques, and the sparkling grease spread out on Murray's body silently, looking at it from a distance, like four swans dancing around the black reef.

There was a slight tremor on the ground, which Murray knew was a sign that the five bioculture systems on the lower level were starting to work. These five biological cultivation systems are the most advanced third-generation mass-produced systems of the Solar Empire, and can generate a variety of organisms based on the number of prepared organisms. Its main purpose is to train human warriors with specific abilities, such as the warriors of the Governor's Palace Guard, most of whom come from these five systems, followed by the preparation of various biological weapons. When the Doge's Guard is fully staffed, the main role of the five systems is to train Murray's favorite pets, or large beasts for him to hunt.

The Solar Empire is backward in modern industrial technology, but the biochemical field is abnormally developed. The third-generation bioculture system can concoct a two-meter-tall robust adult in six months, and in a year, it can breed a giant beast that weighs tens of tons and resembles an ancient dinosaur. Control components, operating systems, and culture tanks are all far ahead of the old era in terms of hard technology, while culture fluids and biological templates are the core secrets of the empire. Even with Murray's authority, he also needs to purchase finished products from the imperial capital and supply five systems for use.

Murray knew very well that the real purpose of these five systems was to mass-produce human warriors with fourth- to fifth-order abilities, who were not much different from ordinary humans in all respects except that they could not reproduce offspring, and that their lifespan was as long as twenty years! In the core area of the empire, a small number of fourth-generation cultivation systems can already steadily produce sixth-order warriors, and occasionally seventh-order warriors. This is the core of the Sun Empire's ability to expand day by day and control tens of millions of square kilometers of vast area!

However, Murray didn't feel that there was anything wrong with using such a precious strategic resource to produce a place to hunt beasts. To the north is the sea, and from the city of Maka to the sea is poor and wild, and it can be said that there is no such thing as a decent enemy. Maybe the bloodsucking fly that can spread deadly kala-azar is counted, right? If there are no enemies, then why bother producing expensive trained warriors?

In the eyes of the inhabitants of Maka City, the pyramid has always been so brilliant that even at night, it is illuminated by expensive electric lights, making it as red as a burning torch.

A qiē looks so good. C