"It is said that the offended Maharaja of the East was very angry. Our branches in the East, having endured a retribution of the Empire, have all died, and pyramid-like things have been erected along the way! I fear that the Persian Empire, which had been destroyed for many years, will be resurrected again by those cunning remnants. ”

When Moon heard the bad news, he couldn't help but sigh: "The Posis Empire! We are also the second sons to inherit their civilization heritage, since the eldest son wants to divide the family, let them go! The holy warriors of Europa are getting more and more excessive, and they are the targets we urgently need to conquer." As for the war in the East, it's none of our business. ”

The members of the Shalombas family were silent and did not speak, because the territory of the desert empire is too large, the tendency of the major provinces to be independent is becoming more and more obvious, seeing that it is a situation of falling apart, relying on the invasion of foreign enemies, hoping to unite the will of the upper echelons of the empire, as for the middle and lower echelons, who cares whether they live or die.

At the same time, on the back shell of the pack beast of the White Camel Mountain Chamber of Commerce, the child of the storm "Fifty-One", who was covered in smoke, survived the dangerous period of cell collapse with his tenacious will.

The genetically modified person knew very well who was most effective in talking now, so when Ye Zhiqiu appeared in front of him, "Fifty-One" immediately brought up the old thing: "Friend, what you said...... I've done it all, and now I ask you to ...... Fulfill the promise to send me to the Holy Land...... Altar of Storms, I need a ...... Adjust again to save your life. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the "Fifty-One" who was still breathing, remembered the essence of his humanoid electromagnetic cannon, remembered the blue and white electric light that jumped at his fingertips, and didn't know which heartstring it touched, so he smiled at the moment!

"Good!"

The Stormchild secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as he entered the Storm Altar, accepted and adjusted, and even implanted the "Singing Crystal", he could be promoted to the Storm Lord, gain overwhelming surging power against the Dark Saint Warrior, and no longer have to face the threat of Death Queen Island, and couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement.

Unfortunately, the ribs of the chest are comminuted fractures, which not only fail to protect the internal organs, but become some kind of oppressive injury in disguise, constantly causing pain to themselves.

Patience! Patience! There is still a short way to go from the Holy Land, and there is no reason why you should not be able to hold on to your destination.

"Fifty-one" secretly cheered himself up and encouraged himself to persevere, he can be regarded as a kind of Xiaoqiang with excellent physique and a very hard life, and he really breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Zhiqiu still attaches great importance to the agreement between people, since he has made a decision, he will divide part of his mind and take care of genetically modified people, after all, he is also very curious about the so-called holy land, and it is really amazing to be able to light up genetic engineering by leaps and bounds during the first industrial revolution marked by the steam engine.

The tent belonging to Ye Zhiqiu was placed on the back shell of the pack beast, and the maid under the tent was instructed to take care of "Fifty-One", mainly to replenish water and liquid food, so as to maintain the strength of the Storm Child and continue his broken life.

As for the two girl slaves who belonged to Ye Zhiqiu, because they were not favored by their masters, they were still walking barefoot on the ground, following the left and right of the pack beast.

However, they all received some preferential treatment, and the people of the caravan didn't dare to shout or shout at them for the sake of Ye Zhiqiu's face.

This is probably the embodiment of the big dog's view of the master! Even those who are related to the two young slaves, such as their parents, are more or less stained.

In the desert empire, where the hierarchy is serious and the class is almost permanently solidified, even the slaves who are equivalent to livestock are divided into high and low, and according to the preferences and favors of their own masters, the female slaves who serve can even have clean water to bathe, eat sweet dates, and even oily barbecue, in order to replenish their physical strength and better serve their masters.

As for the disobedient slaves, they have long been taught to behave by the scimitar of the empire every minute, and the end of disobedience is one word, death! So that the slaves of the current empire are all "domestic children" who have been slaves for generations, after all, all the places that the desert empire can conquer have been conquered, and the slaves plundered through war, this means is no longer enough.

Those strong males usually undergo a series of examinations to make sure that there are no diseases or potential defects, and after passing through, they will be dragged to slave camps to be used as seeds for breeding offspring, and many females will be mated.

As a result, some slave couples who looked at each other would be forcibly separated because the men were not good enough, and the females would be dragged to slave camps and forcibly accepted seeds in order to breed a stronger and more obedient next generation of slaves.

The two girl slaves assigned to Ye Zhiqiu's tent were products from a large slave camp, but they were not related to the nominal slave father. Their real father is said to be a very special breed, and the female he breeds with usually gives birth to twin sisters.

The highly developed mathematics of the Desert Empire, as well as the superiority of statistics, were used in slave management and production, and it must be said that it was too despicable, and it was simply trampling on all the good things of human nature.

Having said that, the "Fifty-One", who was hit hard by his body, although he was taken care of quite well, the large number of electric eel cells in his body collapsed, which still made his fire of life sway and extinguish.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the Storm Child's serious divine light was getting dimmer and dimmer, and couldn't help but get up and inquire about the distance to the Holy Land, and found that "Fifty-One" might not be able to reach the Storm Altar for reconcoction surgery, so he discussed with the caravan owner Oak.

Fulfilling the promise and attaching importance to one's own promise is completely the legendary "Qin and Han Ranger" of the Great Eastern Empire, how could the caravan boss Oak refuse? Otherwise, Ye Zhiqiu's double knives will be unsheathed!

Anyway, the huge holy place is leisurely in sight, and the white camel acting as a guide can be regarded as a heavy gift, given to the hero who saved the fate of the entire caravan!

So, Ye Zhiqiu reached out and picked up the "Fifty-One" wrapped in bandages, like a rice dumpling, turned over and stepped onto the hump saddle of the white camel, and with a light clamp between his legs, the spiritual desert boat strode towards the imperial holy land.

The wind in his ears was whistling, getting closer and closer to his destination, Ye Zhiqiu felt a slight vibration, and immediately understood that the white camel under his crotch must have undergone special training, no matter what terrain, it can walk on the ground as if it were on the ground, and it will not be like riding a horse, with ups and downs, and even violent bumps.

"Hold on...... My friend...... I'll send you to the Altar of Storms to be remodulated by your genes. I'm looking forward to bringing you back to life and feeling completely new!"

The dim look in the eyes of "Fifty-One" was visibly burning and brightening up after hearing these words, and he couldn't help but turn his head sideways, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the white stone wall of the Holy Land, which was connected into a white line on the horizon.

"I still have to fight, I have to live to witness the final victory of the Empire!"