Chapter 624: Cooking Power

"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Liu, and Mr. Lu, on behalf of the federal military, I welcome you." A lean man who looked like an officer, leading four or five civilian officials behind him, said hello to the three incarnations of gods that landed on Mars.

"General Ling, you're fine." Liu Zhen said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I already know your reasons for coming. The quota given by the Federation to each of you is 10,000 zero-level Mars seeds, one hundred first-level Mars seeds, and one second-level Mars seed.

This is the numbered book from the concentration camp. "The man named General Ling did not hesitate at all. He took out his mobile phone and sent a group of information to several people.

"The price of each zero-level Mars species is 3,000 federal dollars, the first-level Mars species is 100,000 federal dollars, and the second-level Mars species is 2 million federal dollars."

Tens of thousands of prisoners of war were bought and sold like goods. The cheapest level zero Mars species was only about the same price as a few cows.

"No problem, we can rest assured that you can do the work." Cheng Mu gently patted General Ling's shoulder and showed a tacit smile.

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They have always relied on buying false believers to provide faith, because the fanaticism of personality worship is really not easy to do in this era of information waves.

And they, who are accustomed to being aloof, cannot lower themselves to become idols and attract ardent fans.

On the contrary, celebrities who were originally in the entertainment industry and relied on popularity and traffic saw the opportunity and tried to follow the Shinto path. After all, the emergence of spiritual energy gave the foundation for the real realization of governing the country through cooking.

It's a pity that the top leaders of the federation have also seen this and are unwilling to see them, who are in power in other systems, using various overt and covert means to restrict the actions of celebrity fans everywhere.

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“Work makes people free, you really dare to write that.”

"That's the commander-in-chief's bad taste."

Such a sentence written on the door of the Mars Concentration Camp attracted the attention of several people, and they also complained about it without leaving any trace.

Because the Martian ground forces collapsed too quickly, the Federation easily captured a large number of prisoners. These prisoners began their life in concentration camps under the leadership of people with special language proficiency.

Looking around, a group of supervisors wearing conspicuous green uniforms scattered throughout the concentration camp are teaching a group of carefully selected, "obedient and smart" Martians how to use various disciplinary weapons such as military electric batons to discipline other Martians. Compatriots who are not so obedient to orders.

Due to the huge gap in the number of people who have landed on the moon and the natives of Mars, before the large-scale immigration plan on the moon begins, the main way to maintain stability in the concentration camp is to rule the city with barbarians.

There are countless contradictions within the various races on Mars. As long as these contradictions are slightly amplified, they will be unable to integrate and resist internally, and become a mess.

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Originally, in the Federation's Star Luo Project, all alien races were sent to make soap, but after acquiring the art of transformation and the ways of earthly immortals and immortals, their existence became more valuable.

Now, whether it is a guinea pig for civilized experiments in the process of earthly immortal enlightenment, a religious cow grazing in Shinto, or a material for some dangerous living experiments of mages and wizards, it is far more meaningful than killing it with a single knife. After all, the corpse is Living people have two prices.

All kinds of mutated creatures on the earth back then enjoyed having every bone used in various ways.

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"My Lord, that alien race has brought the heart of Yinghuo to the moon in his mouth." On the back side of Mars, thousands of kilometers away from the landing site, a mysterious monster with the appearance of a sacrifice respectfully reported to a ball of purple fire.

"I understand."

The purple flame flickered for a few moments, then returned to normal.

"Bo, let a few of them come over."

"promise!"

"I didn't expect that there is such a civilization outside the world, which can smelt the earth into a mount. The chance of victory is slim..."

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On the huge temple, four strange beasts with auras that suppressed everything came in at the same time. Wherever they went, even the guards in charge of guarding the temple were almost suffocated.

Facing the Nether Fire at the highest point, the four beasts were not polite at all.

"Noyou, Dambree, Chichakacha, Buda, no, no, the four of you have fought against aliens from outside the world. How do you feel?" Zihuo didn't seem to mind their rudeness, but just gestured to make everyone around him suffer. The hard-supported guards left.

"Yinghuo, can't you see it?" The three-headed wolf-shaped monster named Chichakacha asked in turn.

As a natural spirit worshiped by countless Martian creatures, Yinghuo can see everything the other party sees through the eyes of his devotees.

"So, will the four of you fight or surrender?" After seeing this situation, Youhuo was no longer polite at all, and directly forced several monsters who even coveted him to take sides.

"They are not enough." said the ghost-like Nuoyou, whose figure flickered like a candle in the wind, but whose presence was extremely strong.

"agree."

Buda also nodded the two heads on his chest and neck at the same time.

"In that case, let's keep fighting."

In the face of a powerful enemy, five monsters with different agendas reluctantly united together.

Yinghuo, who was originally a spirit of nature, has a good chance of becoming the absolute leader of all Martian life in starting this anti-moon war.

It's a pity that the several sixth-level ones that were born later have a chance to challenge it. If the four of them unite, they can even have a 50-50 fight with it.

In this case, the command authority had to make some concessions.

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"I will unfold the divine mist. In the divine mist, most of the enemy's weapons will be ineffective." Yinghuo, who has the home field advantage, found a way to deal with the retreat of low-level troops in the memory of a certain person.

Liu Wu, who was bent on revenge but did not have enough strength, accidentally discovered the existence of the spirit of nature a few days ago and made a transaction with the other party.

He told all the information he knew in exchange for the Heart of Yinghuo, the essence of power from the spirit of nature.

The Yinghuo that is infinitely close to the seventh level, the heart of Yinghuo it gives is enough to allow Liu Wu to transform into the sixth level for an hour. For him who has no way to seek revenge, it is simply an extremely attractive poison.

"Any one of you may surrender, except me."

As a natural spirit, Yinghuo will be hit and fall asleep or even die once too many native life on Mars die off.

It can be said that once the invasion of the moon is successful, it will also be buried with it unless there are any accidents.

Success comes from faith, but also failure from faith.

Starting from the awakening of consciousness, there is the sixth level of perfect existence of the pan-consciousness of Martian life. If you cannot transcend this limitation, your destiny is to coexist and die with the race.