Chapter 607: Return
"These two calves, consider them the down payment from my Fifth Brother!" The man, who had now completely transformed into Evergreen himself, pulled two specially treated human calves, still connected to their feet, from his bag.
Through the spirit energy flames covering the skin, one could faintly see an ankle ring on each ankle.
This was standard issue for the Sinner Legion.
To facilitate the management of these prisoners, who temporarily served as soldiers, the Federation had equipped each of their ankles with a smart ankle ring that came with various functions.
The ankle rings included a simple tracking device and an electric shock device.
Should they exhibit any abnormality, or attempt to escape, the warden could directly subdue them via remote control.
However, such devices were basically only effective against prisoners below the Third Tier; for powerhouses above that level, the electrodes were merely a tickle, and the so-called tracking devices were just trivial gadgets that could be manipulated at will.
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The two legs before him evidently belonged to a prisoner.
Liu Wu, who called himself Fifth Brother, was a member of the Sinner Legion.
To accomplish his plan, he had not hesitated to cut off his own feet to prevent the electronic ankle rings from detecting his escape back to the Moon for revenge.
After losing his legs, he could only rely on telekinetic spirit arts to maintain normal bodily movement, while externally controlling two prosthetic legs to pretend to be a normal person.
After decades of development, most so-called superpowers had been popularized by the original superhumans and transformed into spirit arts that could be learned by more people.
As long as the spirit energy consumption could keep up, possessing three or four abilities simultaneously was nothing out of the ordinary.
Unfortunately, compared to naturally awakened abilities, later learned spirit arts were extremely difficult to improve, and apart from a few geniuses, they were largely thankless endeavors. Hence, most people preferred to focus their energy on their original abilities, only supplementing with the most useful ones.
Of course, for versatile spirit arts like telekinesis, a considerable number of people were willing to invest time in learning them.
Especially with Bai Mo having paved the way—even if his reputation was truly infamous—his power was undeniably real and substantial.
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"Lieutenant Evergreen!"
"Present!"
"You are in charge of transport plane ATX-690."
"Understood!"
After tidying up the scene, Liu Wu arrived at the terminal building early, constantly telling himself to remain calm, but his right hand, clutching a cup, trembled uncontrollably. It was unclear whether it was out of fear or excitement.
At this moment, his only remaining equipment was a Devil's Blade—an indispensable tool for travel, murder, and dissolving corpses—and a Blue Crystal related to his revenge plan.
These items were hidden in a miniature spatial pocket under his middle fingernail, to prevent them from being detected during the security check before boarding.
However, the security officer's nonchalance allowed his initially anxious heart to relax slightly.
Located in a launch site heavily protected at its core, with alien detection devices everywhere, Martian lifeforms had nowhere to hide. As for humans betraying the Federation and siding with Mars...
Uh, no one had ever thought of that.
After all, not even the most radical animal welfare organizations would turn around and become the pawns of animals.
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"Military Forbidden Zone, Entry Strictly Prohibited." Liu Wu, having disembarked from the aerospace transport plane, went almost without a moment's pause to the periphery of a special building.
"One hundred twenty-six cameras, eight olfactory molecular analyzers, twenty-two robot guards, twenty-eight Fourth Tier security guards, plus two hidden Fifth Tier powerhouses, and one Six Tier avatar..." Liu Wu's eyes glimmered with an unusual light at this moment, and he muttered to himself, as if he knew everything about this place like the back of his hand.
"Cameras, scent analyzers, and robot guards can all be ignored. With the power it gave me, I should be able to force my way into the control room!" He clenched the crystal tightly in his hand, as if the future itself was clutched in his palm.
Liu Wu, who had barely entered the Third Tier before losing his legs, now spoke with astonishing audacity.
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"Attack! Attack! Attack!" Disregarding a certain man's revenge plan, the Federation's ground forces were advancing with irresistible momentum, encountering hardly any significant resistance.
The main force of the Martian army retreated all the way, taking the elites of various tribes along the way and leaving behind the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
Occasionally, a few stubborn tribesmen who refused to leave and sought to dash themselves against a rock were directly ground into the second dimension by the Federation's steel torrent.
Without the containment of high-tier superhumans, the Martian aboriginal tribes, facing humans with overwhelming technological superiority, couldn't even make a ripple.
The only thing currently limiting the Federation's advance speed was the upper limit of logistical supply speed.
Because almost all material supplies on Mars needed to be transported from the Moon God.
The transport capacity of the aerospace transport planes was already nearing its current limit.
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"I never thought that in our lifetime, we would still have the chance to step foot on Martian soil." Two men, bathed in flowing light but dressed in the style of fifty or sixty years ago, sighed with emotion.
Behind them, two neat rows of figures stood.
They were Liu Zhen and Cheng Mu, who had switched to cultivating the Divine Path with Bai Mo's help.
After decades of exploration, Divine Path cultivators had gradually carved out their own path, the core of which could be summed up in one word: 'lying low'.
Compared to the Spirit Energy cultivators (mages and warlocks) and Martial Artists (knights) who formed the mainstream of superhumans, the cultivation speed of the Divine Path was far slower. However, correspondingly, both the demand for innate talent and the bottlenecks encountered were much smaller.
One only needed to continuously spend vast sums to acquire faith, and then spend time daily purifying its impurities, day after day, year after year.
Having been in the early Fifth Tier more than twenty years ago, they had now at most progressed from 5-1 to 5-3, having been utterly outstripped by their peers and consequently leaving the core power circle.
Although their combat output truly couldn't keep up, with the divine kingdom serving as an extremely thick tortoise shell, even a Six Tier spirit energy cultivator would be forced to grind their teeth to dust and pay a considerable price to deal with them.
Precisely for this reason, as long as Divine Path cultivators demonstrated a non-aggressive stance, people would generally no longer bother them.
And Cheng Mu and the others believed that they were like the tortoise in the Tortoise and the Hare race; as long as they made a little progress every day and kept laying low, time would prove who the ultimate victor was.
Fifth Tier existences had a lifespan of nearly a thousand years; there was truly no need to rush to be pioneers, lest they become martyrs instead. Whether it took two hundred or three hundred years of patient grinding, it was all within an acceptable range.
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"I wonder how many people will remain this time." Another man walked out of the aerospace transport plane, with a retinue of followers behind him.
His aura was considerably weaker than that of Cheng Mu and the other man, barely qualifying him as Fifth Tier, but his air of nobility was not much inferior to theirs.
This group of Divine Path cultivators had mobilized collectively this time precisely to divide up the ownership of the ordinary Martian prisoners of war.
The Divine Path required faith to sustain itself, but the Federation's upper echelons generally held a resistant attitude towards its further spread. In the two-way dominance of Spirit Energy cultivators (mages and warlocks) and Martial Artists (knights), no one wanted to see this balance disrupted by newcomers.
Were it not for the existence of Ramdo and the Luminous Holy Church, two Six Tier forces, the Divine Path would probably have an even harder time.
Having exhausted all options, they set their sights on the alien races.
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