Kubire stood in the watchtower tower at the entrance of the town with his hands behind his back, staring at the end of the road with his dark and cold eyes. The wooden roof of the watchtower blocks out the occasional blazing sunlight and casts shadows on Kubire's face, making the face covered with a thick beard even more shady. In both hands behind his back he held a long whip, a murder weapon made of cow tendon and wire thread, which often appeared in the dreams of many indigenous slaves and was a source of fear for all those of low status. With a single stroke, the whip can tear through a military uniform made of canvas and leave the victim with a bloody wound tens of centimeters long and a centimeter deep.

Kubire is nearly two meters tall, and his broad body almost fills the tiny tower. But even more striking than his size is the amazingly large belly. Even the special military uniform could not cover his belly completely, revealing a belly full of black hair.

In the corner of the watchtower, two indigenous warriors also stand, holding an ancient series of automatic rifles in their hands, watching the movement outside the town. Most of the tower was occupied by Kubire, so although they were small, they kept their bodies straight, as close to the pillar as possible so as not to touch Kubire's body. Once they provoke Kubire, they are likely to be thrown off the watchtower by the Demon King. Even if they weren't slaves, but warriors with free status, they wouldn't be any different in Kubire's eyes.

Because, Kubire is the lord of this land, and he is also the demon king who dominates Yiqiē.

Centered around the city of Phoebe More, at his feet, Cubire's territory covered a radius of more than thirty kilometers. In this area of nearly 1,000 square kilometers, he is the supreme ruler, and has the power of life and death over all the unprivileged classes. The city of Phoebe Morey looks primitive, with low, damp shacks everywhere except for a beautiful seven-story main building against the lake. Groups of skinny native slaves moved sluggishly and sluggishly, doing all kinds of hard labor. But the city was large and populous, with at least 5,000 people living including slaves, and nearly 1,000 freemen and privileged classes.

Outside of Phoebe More, there are a large number of large-scale plantations where a variety of tropical crops are grown. The plantation stretches as far as the eye can see from Cubire.

Finally, Kubire waited for what he needed. At the end of the improvised dirt road, billowing dust began to rise, and the roaring sound of engines pierced through the smoke and dust, and could be heard in the distance. A convoy of four vintage trucks emerged from the smoke and slowly drove along the bumpy road. The four trucks are so dilapidated that they are at least a few decades old and could break down at any moment. But they miraculously persevered, billowing black smoke out of the exhaust pipe almost as thick as dust.

The three trucks in front and behind were filled with heavily armed indigenous fighters, and there was even an old light machine gun mounted on one end and the other. The middle truck bed is closed, and it is not known what important things are contained in it, and it needs to be so protected.

Kubire showed an anxious look on his face, and in his heart, he did not climb down the escalator, but kicked his legs and jumped out directly from the guard tower more than ten meters high! His huge body, which was nearly 200 kilograms, moved more than ten meters in the air with a vicious wind before falling to the ground.

With a muffled thud, Kubire crouched deeply, and the leather boots on his feet burst completely, revealing a pair of thick black hair, bear-like feet, and the belly of his abdomen was wavy, drooping downward, and slamming on the ground before bounced back up. Under such a strong impact, a large shallow and wide crater suddenly appeared on the ground under Kubire's feet. The watchtower swayed repeatedly under the force of the great treadmill, and the two warriors in the tower clung to the pillar beside them in panic so that they were not thrown out. Fortunately, although the wooden guard tower was crudely handmade, it was built to the end, and the thick logs that made up the tower shook and groaned for a while, but finally did not break.

Kubire took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and walked towards the truck convoy. The four trucks had already stopped, and when they saw Kubire coming, the fighters on board jumped off one after another and lined up in two rows next to the trucks. The back of the protected truck compartment in the middle opened, revealing several fierce white warriors and a tall and mighty officer. The officer, with two shiny metal lockboxes in his hands, strode up to Kubire, straightened up, shouted in salute, and handed the lockbox in his right hand.

An LCD screen is mounted on the surface of the lockbox, and a numeric keypad is underneath. It can be seen that if you press the wrong password, then this thing is likely to explode or something. Kubire should have known the password for a long time, and his big hand swept over the keyboard, and he had already entered the seventeen-digit password. As the logo of the LCD screen turned from red to green, the lid of the box slowly popped open.

Fifty injections are neatly arranged on the preset grooves of the anti-collision cushion in the lockbox! The injections come in groups of five, and the barrels are filled with the signature dark green liquid, all of which are shown to be potions that can generate power. As soon as Kubire pressed the corner of the box, the anti-collision cushion was lifted by the bracket, revealing an identical layer of cushion underneath. The bracket did not stop, and continued to rise until all five layers of cushions were lifted out of the box, and then came to a standstill.

Looking at the neat and dense array of ability potions, Kubire grinned and let out a heavy laugh from his big mouth surrounded by thick whiskers: "Not bad, not bad! Now I can form two new special platoons! Hahaha! This thing just makes people laugh when they look at it! Well, what about the other thing? ”

The officer immediately handed over the lockbox he was holding in his left hand. This time, Kubire was much slower to enter the password, apparently for fear of making a mistake. He typed in just over thirty digits before the logo on the lockbox turned green.

The lid of the box slowly rose, and a cloud of cold air erupted from it, and a layer of frost immediately hung on Kubire's beard and chest hair. Kubire's eyes widened, staring at the contents of the box. From his dark brown pupils, the scene inside the lockbox was reflected. Inside the box is a transparent freezer cabin, and the inside is filled with a thick white mist. The display in the corner indicates the temperature in the freezer chamber, which is minus 1006 degrees. In the center of the freezer chamber is a soft pad that can resist shocks and impacts, and only a sci-fi injection is embedded in it. Despite the low temperature of minus 100 degrees, the purple-black liquid in the barrel was still gushing, as if it were boiling. This tube of syringe no longer looks like a liquid medicine, but like some kind of creature with extremely strong vitality, and only by freezing it at ultra-low temperature can it be honestly locked in the syringe.

Seeing the living liquid in the syringe, Kubire was already holding his breath, and his pupils were completely filled with the needle. For a long time, it was not until his face turned blue and his fat was constantly shaking that he snapped the lid shut and exhaled a heavy breath.

When the lockbox was opened, the slightly more perceptive warriors around them felt a terrifying chill pass over their bodies. It was as if there was a fierce beast in the lockbox, and it was like rushing out to tear and eat humans. However, the officer's expression, whose ability was obviously higher than that of ordinary soldiers, did not change at all, except that when his gaze touched the needle, it also revealed a fiery light that was painfully hidden. The moment Kubire closed the lid, his and the officer's faces suddenly changed. At that moment, there seemed to be an extremely obscure and cold fluctuation that struck, enveloping a radius of several meters!

However, as the lockbox lid closes, the fluctuations disappear into thin air, as if nothing had happened. Kubire glanced around with a cold gaze, especially in a certain direction, but found no sign of it. He thought for a moment, and when his gaze swept over the two lockboxes, there was a light of greed and fanaticism. The feeling of discomfort just now had been forgotten by him, and he was only overly suspicious.

Kubire took both lockboxes and said, "What do those greedy and shameless guys want this time?" ”

The officer hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "They say that if you want another such chest, you need a thousand slaves under the age of twenty." ”

Kubire was immediately furious: "A thousand slaves!? Damn, if it's all given to them, then who's going to work for me? Who will plant so much land? Fuck, don't think I don't know what they're up to! They don't need people to do the work, they just want real products! These slaves are sent in, and no one wants to come out alive! Hmph, what the hell, you actually hit me with the idea! ”

The officer was visibly terrified of the furious Kubire, and kept saying "Yes, yes!" ”。 Dozens of slaves who were working not far away also heard Kubire's roar and immediately trembled.

Roaring hysterically, Kubire calmed down, looked at the slaves who heard him, and said coldly: "But then again, exchanging the lives of a thousand slaves for an eighth-order ability is not outrageous. And the harvest season is still far away, and if you are lucky, you can recover so many slaves in a few more battles. Well, that's it! You go and pick a thousand slaves to come out, remember, the quality cannot be compromised! Those vampires aren't that easy to deal with, don't do anything stupid. Also, these guys heard what I just said, so take them all with you when the time comes! ”

After giving the order, Kubire didn't even look at the pile of desperately crying slaves, and strode towards the town with two lockboxes. Even though they knew that they were about to become a real product, the slaves only dared to kneel on the spot and cry for mercy, and did not dare to leave the place of work for a single step. Knowing that the two lockboxes were worth a fortune and that Kubire didn't even have a pistol on him, the officers and soldiers didn't dare to have any unusual thoughts.

Everyone here knows the terrible five-metre-long whip that Kubire sticks in his lower back.

In this way, Kubire carried two priceless lockboxes and entered Phoebe Morey City in a big way. In this land, Kubire is a god.

On a palm tree in the distance, Sue slowly opened her eyes. Looking at Phoebe Morey from afar, he whispered to himself, "Eighth-order standard formula ability? …… It's kind of interesting. ”

Su slowly arched his body, and when he contracted to the extreme, he suddenly erupted and rose to the sky! He swiped a beautiful arc in the air that was tens of meters long, like a flying eagle, silently gliding towards Phoebe Morey. D