Chapter 2332

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This unnamed wild primitive planet has no countries and regions, and a large number of tribes are distributed on the vast land. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

The environment of the planet is special, more than 98% of the continents are composed of deserts, and water resources are scarce.

Mo Ye listened to Xiaoqi's detection data report. The oxygen content in this place is far below the Star Alliance standard, and the radiation is far beyond the Star Alliance's livable standard. Absolutely not a planet suitable for long-term human habitation.

To be able to survive in such an environment, the body structure must be different from most humans, including non-public humans.

The skin, the way of breathing and sweating, even the structure of bones, the function of organs, in the process of biological evolution, these human beings have already evolved into another appearance in order to adapt to the body structure of this planet.

It is still possible to see the shape of the masses of humans, probably because their ancestors were not naturally derived species from this planet, but immigrated from alien planets.

"Water is the source of life, did the messenger of the true god tell you when the true god will send the blessing of the water of life again?"

Brother Luo glanced at Mo Ye, marveling at how quickly she entered the role, and then started to talk, it's terrible for my deputy.

The two completed the reshaping of each other's image in just a few minutes. If the time and place did not allow it, they would have to wait to start a commercial nonsense.

Mo Ye's overly fair and thin face combined with tired dark circles has a gloomy and solemn bonus effect, and the expressionless sleepy face looks so sad and alienated from the world at this moment.

It is very convincing that this is an angel.

"No." General Sharen shook his head in a daze, "The envoy never mentioned it."

Mo Ye's question hit the sand man's itching point, and it hit him right away. The biggest survival problem of this desert wild planet is the lack of water, which is seriously lacking.

"Master, look, the bulges on both sides of the sandman's waist and abdomen, and the two parts protected by thick cuticles are the water storage areas in their bodies. It is preliminarily judged that these two positions can store water to ensure that they have no precipitation for a long time. When the body consumes what it needs."

"When was the last time you received a gift from God?"

Since the other party believed in the true God, Mo Ye followed the thoughts of these sand people.

Back and forth, under the cooperation of the two fake angels, Mo Ye and Luo Haifeng,

I have a general understanding of this wild primitive planet and what happened recently.

This planet has precipitation at most two or three times a year, mainly concentrated in one season, when water storage is the most important thing.

It is impossible to have crops.

The sand people feed on the rare wild animals in the desert, and more than that, they eat insects. An insect that can reproduce in large numbers in a severely water-scarce environment is their main food and source of protein.

In addition, there are plants that grow in the desert.

There is an animal skin jug hanging on the belt of General Sandman. The palm-sized jug is not filled with ordinary drinking water but juice extracted from the trunk of a desert tree. The light brown sap has a slightly spicy taste, which is The most precious drink on the planet.

Available only to chieftains and the bravest warriors of the tribe.

As the commander-in-chief of an army, General Sharen naturally enjoys such privileges.

At the price of a glass of fruit juice, Mo Ye got the chance to taste the most precious drink in the world.

"May God bless you."

After Mo Ye prayed, he sniffed the light brown liquid in the cup, and Xiaoqi had already completed the scan. "Master, you can try and find no known harmful elements."

That being said, it can really dampen enthusiasm.

Mo Ye took a sip, his mouth full of spicy taste, he could only feel the blood rushing up.

This liquid has a very mellow earth elemental energy, it's not flat and stable, but the kind of mountain pressing down on the top, just a small sip, I just feel a strong force surge in my body, and Mo Ye suddenly has the illusion that he can carry a thousand weights on his shoulders.

An unexpected harvest, such plant juice is perfect for formulating magic potions, the element attributes are stable, and it will definitely greatly improve the efficacy of potions that increase combat power and physical strength.

The moment Mo Ye took a sip, he had sorted out several medicine formulas suitable for improvement in his mind.

No wonder it is rewarded to the bravest fighters, a sip can increase their combat power by 10% and maintain their physical fitness. In places where there is no medicine output, this natural drink can be called divine water.

"This is a gift from the true God to boost our morale." General Sandman patted his chest proudly.

The lizards of the cavalry unit were still shivering under the pressure of the subdued holy beast, and their legs trembled when they walked. Fortunately, their muscles were strong and short, or they would have to fall to the ground.

Along the way, Mo Ye and Luo Haifeng convinced General Sharen that they were the messengers of the true god.

Bring them back to the tribe respectfully.

"Besides the messengers who came to us with the true God, there are also heretic rebels. They have failed the trust of the true god, betrayed the true god and even intended to kill the true god's messenger. We have been blessed by the true god and become the holy brave to defend the true god. Wash away the sins of our ancestors, and we can leave this exile."

That's great.

Mo Ye and Luo Haifeng exchanged clear glances. The people of the Weilan Empire actually made up all the cause and effect in such a short period of time, and forcibly made such a mythical story for people.

"Heretics are scattered in every corner of the world, and the messengers of the true gods came here to hunt down the heretics, and under the arrangement of fate, we have become God's chosen people..."

When General Sandman said this, his face was full of piety and pride, because his faith was shining brightly.

Seeing how these sandmen were stunned for a moment, I'm afraid they would never have imagined that this was just a hoax.

The so-called blessing is to give medicine to people. Whether or not the genetic enhancement medicine produced by Shenci Pharmaceutical is injected, there is a significant gap in the combat power of the sand people. It is this point that the sand people firmly believe in.

If it weren't for the true god, how could it be possible to reborn them in such a short period of time and greatly increase their strength? If it wasn't for the true god, how could it be possible to bring them sweet water and powerful weapons.

Deterrence by force, bewilderment by myths, appeasement by benefits, combined with a delicious pancake drawn by them, completely incorporated these native sandmen.

If it weren't for Mo Ye's completion of the space connection, people who could not leave the Weilan Empire for a long time would probably start the historical drama of the birth of the Earth Emperor of the wild planet.

As expected of the elite legion of the Weilan Empire, the originally scattered tribes of the wilderness planet were unified by them and given a new designation by the way.

In the largest tribal base, which is also the most prosperous and powerful tribe on the entire planet, three black warships are moored in three different directions. From a distance, the huge warships look like three giant beasts crawling on the ground, with divine pupils. Gazing into the distance.

At the outskirts of the tribe, the fighter planes of the Imperial Army Corps are conducting daily patrols.

Most of the other fleet fighters who fell on this planet at the same time as the imperial army were killed on the spot, while the rest were captured and imprisoned in tribal prisons.

Bakis stood outside the cage where the prisoners were held. These prisoners, who were under strict supervision by the sand people, lay weak on the ground. All of them were huddled together, skinny, and none of them had dry lips and yellow hair.

No need for any extra potions or abuse, just exposure to the sun and lack of water were enough to make these once mighty warriors weaker than reptiles.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Bakis held the wine bottle and gulped down a few sips. Because he drank so hard, the fragrant wine flowed down his thick beard, one drop or two, and evaporated quickly when it fell on the ground.

This scene pained the captives more than any torture.

Swallowing saliva unconsciously, the thirsty lips squirmed, and the tongue could no longer moisten the lips.

The soldiers of the Covenant Alliance have been locked in this large open-air cage since they were captured as captives. They don't know what kind of strange material it is made of, and it is impossible to break through it with ordinary attacks.

Most of the time, they were exposed to the sun in such a naked way. At the beginning, people were sunburned to death every day.

Not long after, another kind of torture began, helping them on the verge of death, just hanging their lives like this, letting them passively linger on.

The captured soldiers didn't even have the energy to stare at people like Bakis.

In the beginning, they had hoped to persuade the native sandmen to expose the true colors of the Weilan Empire, but unfortunately they all failed.

"Why bother? We are also old friends. We have fought many times on the battlefield. I admire you so I am willing to give you and your subordinates a chance to survive. Wouldn't it be good to join us voluntarily?"

There was a dead silence.

Barkis took another sip of his wine indifferently, and continued, "I can give you medicine directly. After taking the medicine, you can only be obedient, but I didn't do that. Do you know why?"

"Because I respect you, respect your backbone and blood as a soldier, but why can't you understand my painstaking efforts, and don't want to give me the same respect, don't you think your current behavior is very ridiculous?"

This logic, which seems to be eating shit, makes people speechless.

The captive soldiers, who were originally weak, didn't even have the strength to raise their eyes, and let the other side talk non-stop with their heads drooped.

Want to die, want to die every day, it is better to bring the lunatics of the Weilan Empire with you when you can die.

"Do you want to know where those comrades who were sunburned and thirsty were sent?" Pakistan's sudden words opened the eyes of a group of silent captive soldiers.

"I know you want to know, but you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

"This planet is short of supplies, lacks water, and lacks food."

Speaking of this, the bearded man suddenly stood up and couldn't help smiling, "You should have learned that when you were studying, many uncivilized natives on wild planets have cannibalism..."

There is no need to say anything, just a few simple words are enough to make the remaining people in the cage feel angry, fearful, and disgusted.

This adds a lot of fun to the boring life on the wild planet.

It's just that the officers of the Imperial Army led by Pakistani never dreamed that Mo Ye was already on his way.

When Mo Ye and Luo Haifeng were escorted into the tribe as envoys of the gods, nothing surprised them more than Bakis and the others.

The first reaction of Bakis and others was that the escaped captive pretended to be an envoy and wanted to fight back. The method was very clever but it was definitely impossible to succeed.

But when they saw the so-called angel, everyone froze in place, hoping that the person who appeared in front of them was an illusion, an illusion, and an illusion.

"Mo... Mo Ye..."

General Sandman was overjoyed by the title Bakis said, and it seemed that he was right. "It turns out that the two angels know each other. It's really great."

The mood of all the survivors of the Emperor Wei Lan's regiment is like the end of the world, and they can't get better.

"How can it be?"

"How can it be?"

Mo Ye entered the scene at the moment and asked very cooperatively, "Follow the will of the true God and find you under its guidance."

Bakis's eyes hesitated, his mind turned.

Mo Ye looked at them and said calmly, "Don't try to escape, none of you can escape."

If someone else said that, it might just be an airing, but when Mo Ye said that, no one would doubt the authenticity of a space sage.

This is not a threat, this is a message.

At this time, the sand man also realized that the situation was wrong.

Bakis looked at the sand man, "Why are you still standing there? These people are heretics. Why don't the sinners who rebel against God do anything?"

Relying on the sandman tribe may be their only chance at this moment. Even the space saints may have loopholes due to lack of physical strength during close combat.

This plan can be said to be the most suitable plan that can be thought of in a short period of time, but it is useless if the plan cannot be successfully implemented no matter how well thought out it is.

"Are you really sure they are the messengers of the true god?"

Luo Haifeng's rhetorical question made the general of the Sandman tribe hesitate, yes, who is the real messenger of the true god?

Of course, his heart is still more inclined to Pakistan.

But this tendency quickly changed direction completely.

Mo Ye's spiritual sense had already discovered the survivors of the Covenant Alliance, and the originally powerful fighters were almost naked in the sun.

One drop, two drops, water drops fell from the sky.

This is unique in the dry season.

Mo Ye looked at General Sandman, "The messenger of the true god can make rain."

As soon as the words fell, the patter of fine raindrops turned into a torrential rain, and Mo Ye pointed where, where it was raining.

The Sandman tribe can be said to be a very realistic example of God when rain is present, and they immediately turned to Mo Ye.

"Do something wrong, you have to pretend to be an envoy."

It's not that he didn't try to escape. After running wildly for a while, Bakis realized that he had been spinning in circles. He intended to commit suicide, but he was stopped in time.

The identities of the remnants of the Guardian Army and the Covenant Alliance were switched.

The moment the coalition soldiers saw Mo Ye, their eyes were reddened, and the sadness of the rest of their lives was washed away by the heavy rain and flowed away with tears.

Mo Ye handed Bakis to these people, and mentally searched the tribe center carefully but found nothing.

There is no trace of Luo Yuning and 11.

After Luo Haifeng saw the tragic situation of a group of people in the prisoner of war cage, he was glad that his sister was not among them, but at the same time worried whether Luo Yuning's current situation would be even worse.