The transport plane is about to reach its predetermined destination outside the orbit and begins to dive towards the ground.

The goal is the Urals.

The transport plane dived at breakneck speed and reached the mountains from outside the orbit in just two seconds, but even then it was attacked by the defenses.

Some of the batteries on the ground, which were unmaintained and did not belong to anyone, opened fire into the air, and every shot hit the transport, but the shield protected it from continuing to fall.

It is not completely safe until it falls into the Ural Mountains.

After landing, the transport aircraft hovered at a distance of two meters from the ground.

Qin Mo saw a large group of people standing outside the window, these people's shapes were particularly peculiar, not the wasteland style of Mad Max, but the heavy industry style of the post-apocalyptic era.

Everybody's face is wearing a face mask, and it looks like a welder's mask.

Everyone had no hair, only iron pipes that were tied up in their heads like hair.

"The Terravat Tribe."

Qin Mo thought about it, but decided to go down and collect the Terravat tribe, otherwise it would be either the forces on the side of the Himalayan ravine, or other warlords.

"If only you thought of them as Martian mechists on Terra."

The material used is also unprecedented.

They also worship machinery, technology.

When Machado wanted to make an introduction, the emperor was the first to speak.

The chiefs of the Terravat tribe and the high-ranking figures of the tribe did not stand still and wait, but came to the transport plane with uncontrollable interest.

They also believe in mechanics and technology.

Listening to the emperor's words, Qin Mo suddenly remembered who these familiar masked people were.

They caressed the transporter and communicated with the electronic devices implanted in their mouths.

It was like this.

As for why he couldn't see them after the unification of Terra, Qin Mo didn't know the end of the Terravat tribe, but he estimated that it might have been gradually killed by the Mecha as a heretic.

The people of Terrawat are very knowledgeable, and what they appreciate is not the simple function, but the processing technology and material science behind the aircraft.

The Terravat tribe, as the Emperor said, is more or less the Cult of the Machines on Terra, but the doctrine is different.

"Before we arrived, I used my psionic powers to dream to the then leader of the Terravat tribe one hundred and thirty years ago, telling him that one hundred and thirty years from now there would be remnants of the technological age here, and that's why they are standing here to meet us."

"You want them to provide you with the armament of the Forbidden Army and the Thunder Warriors, and take care of the logistics and production." Qin Mo asked, "But what's the need for this?" ”

Before the unification war officially began, and after the dragons and eagles were submitted, the emperor would come to the Terravat tribe.

As the chief stroked the shell, trying to find the traces of processing on the microscopic level with the device in his hand, the hull of the transport plane surged like water, gradually spreading out an outlet.

The transport plane wasn't as good as the Tribe's vehicles, but it was smooth and complete, as if it had been carved out of a piece of metal without being spliced.

"It's necessary. Before. Originally, this tribe would have been a gift to you. "But who would have thought that we wouldn't need them after we hadn't seen you for a month." ”

The three men stepped out of the hull of the transport plane, which flowed like water around it.

The flowing materials automatically converge into the staircase beneath their feet.

It wasn't until the trio stood in front of the Terravat that the shell was restored.

The Terravat subconsciously stepped back, watching the visitors emerge from the transport plane.

In the chief's eyes, the emperor was a man of golden light, accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning, as his father had told him in his dreams.

"Come on." Qin Mo beckoned to the chief.

The chief took two steps forward.

Qin Mo stretched out his index finger and placed it in front of the chief, and when the latter stared at his fingertips intently, a key appeared out of thin air, floating above his fingertips.

"I've got you." Qin Mo threw the key to the chief.

There was no fancy meeting ceremony, no grinding of tongues, just a gift that brought the Terravat tribe closer to the visitor.

The Terra-Tectoonists immediately turned around and welcomed the three visitors into the underneath of the Ural Mountains.

Before going to the Terravat tribe's residence, Qin Mo had guessed that the gang just had an ancestor who liked to drill into the ravine like most warlords and chieftains, but when he actually entered this underground world that he didn't know much about, he found that the Terravat tribe was not as simple as a place to live.

The entire underworld is nothing like the rugged post-apocalyptic industrial image of the Terravat tribe, the underground facilities are very elaborate, but they look ancient, and they have been decorated with too many religious decorations by the Terrawat tribe.

"This may have been an arsenal in the past, an arsenal of ancient times."

As the taciturn Terravat led the way, Qin Mo and Makado talked in a whisper.

"I think so too. Presumably, a long time ago, when Terra had just become disordered, the employees of the factory used the factory as a refuge, and then the descendants of those employees became what they are now Terrawat. ”

"Uh-huh."

The emperor quietly looked at Qin Mo with his spare eyes.

According to the original assumption, Qin Mo would wander around this underground world with a disdainful face, and then be as impatient as he was on a transport plane.

But not so.

Qin Mo looked like he was visiting a museum, looking at everything around him with interest and with what those who came after him thought were inevitable.

"It's another classic case of technology black box leading to blind trust." Makado sighed.

Qin Mo agreed again.

He had privately discussed with Machado why humans were the way they were.

Then the two agreed that it was the knowledge inheritance fault caused by the fact that humans no longer used iron man and AI after the Iron Man Rebellion, and no longer trusted and accommodated stone people.

Those witchcraft-like technologies are a black box of technology in the eyes of later generations, such as a boxy palm-sized thing that can make a tank out of thin air, and the user will not know how this thing can complete what a big factory can do, both in shape and volume, which are completely incompatible with the production of tanks.

You can't even dismantle the thing and look at its internals, because you can't take it apart.

Eventually, many years after the discontinuity of knowledge transmission, users will think that technological creations are miracles, and because they are miracles, they can do things that are impossible to do with common sense.

Then, a tech religion like the Terravat tribe emerges.

While using technology, he treats technology as a god.

It's not ridiculous, it's just sad.

(End of chapter)