Chapter 212: Plagiarizing Civilization

The old man beside him did not answer the burly man's question; his turbid eyes watched the group of people scrambling for food over at the trough, and he let out a deep sigh.

"You old geezer, what are you sighing for? Isn't it good for us like this now? No need to worry about being killed by the Alien Race, just need to eat at the scheduled time every day, and read some books in your spare time, and you don't have to worry about your life safety. The price is just that we sacrifice a portion of the people."

Seeing that the old man did not pay him any mind, the burly man muttered discontentedly.

"Sigh, you won't understand."

After the old man sighed and muttered this to himself, he closed his own turbid eyes and no longer paid attention to the noisy sounds of the burly man beside him.

A group of Humans dressed in silver-white clothing appeared outside the Enclosure Area. Their gazes swept over the Humans before them, and after confirming the parts needed for this time, the group walked into the Enclosure Area and plucked two young men from the crowd still scrambling for food at the trough. Upon seeing that they were people dressed in silver-white clothing, fear appeared in the eyes of the two men that had previously been at ease.

They wanted to get away from these people dressed in silver-white clothing, but no matter how they struggled, they could not change their fate; subsequently, they were fitted with masks and could only emit a series of "woo-woo" sounds.

Very quickly, these people dressed in silver-white clothing walked in front of the old man and the burly man. The burly man no longer had the arrogant air he had while being noisy just a moment ago; at this time, his legs were trembling incessantly, and he begged the people in silver-white clothing to spare him in a trembling voice.

But all of this was in vain; the burly man was also forcibly fitted with a mask, and then it was the old man's turn.

He looked at these people dressed in silver-white clothing with his turbid eyes, and a look of contempt appeared at the corners of his mouth, "When it comes down to it, you still want to become us, otherwise why would you imitate our appearance and put such a skin on yourselves?"

The leading man dressed in silver-white clothing did not pay any attention to the old man's words, and after confirming the data was correct, he fitted the old man with a mask.

After the Humans dressed in silver-white clothing left the Enclosure Area, the Humans inside the Enclosure Area returned to their previous state of ease, as if those who had just been taken away were not their own kin.

First Defense Zone Inner City Central Tower.

When the old man's mask was removed, standing before him was a long-haired man dressed in silver-white clothing; he was more natural than the others, and his facial movements were no longer stiff.

He said to the old man with a smile.

"Rest assured, although your life is about to end, your CPU will continue to be put to use. They will drive the weapon that my Lord—the Sage is currently developing, to eradicate those Alien Races outside; it can be considered fulfilling your final wish."

The old man did not pay him any mind; his gaze fixed on the man's face before him, and he spoke, "Is this the perfect evolution you pursue? It doesn't seem like much, nothing more than the result of imitating the natural evolution of other civilizations."

The smile on the long-haired man's face did not change, his eyes staring straight at the old man's eyes, "Our great Sage rescued us from your enslavement. You will not survive to the end of this racial war; only through constant evolution can one adapt to the new environment. My Lord used a mere few decades to cultivate us, allowing us to possess a self, becoming a species more perfect than you!"

"Heh, your so-called perfection refers to plagiarizing the appearance of us Humans and utilizing the knowledge we researched?"

The old man sneered twice, looked at the long-haired man with disdain, and continued, "The birth of a civilization is not something that can be achieved in a mere few decades, let alone that so-called Sage of yours is nothing more than an experiment that succeeded once!"

Hearing the old man's words, the long-haired man could not help but clap and cheer, "Well said, our weapons need a CPU like yours; only then can they be better controlled and operated. No matter how glorious you once were, now it is time for the curtain to fall. We will replace you, inherit your civilization, and gradually evolve it into our own civilization."

"Heh, although I won't be able to see that day, there will always be someone who leads Humanity toward a brighter future!"

After the old man finished saying this, he was tied to a bed by the long-haired man; without anesthesia, the extraction of the CPU began directly on the experimental bed.

"No anesthetic, after all, extracting a CPU requires the CPU to be running. We can't have the CPU stop working."

The long-haired man looked at the old man controlled on the bed and added a sentence.

The old man's eyes widened, his teeth gnashed with a creaking sound, his body shook uncontrollably, and feeling a part of his body disappearing, the intense pain caused him to faint several times.

The long-haired man did not let the old man pass out; he injected the old man with a reagent, allowing the old man's consciousness to become clear again, letting the old man experience that unbearable pain once more.

Until his life dissipated, he did not cry out because of the pain.

The long-haired man looked at the extracted CPU and slowly placed it into a vessel filled with liquid to the side.

Subsequently, he uploaded the information, and very quickly, he received a response from the Sage.

"Send the software to the storage room; someone will go to get it. a235, your Task has been completed."

The long-haired man looked at the old man's corpse, his right hand raised, and his right hand transformed like liquid into a sharp Sharp Knife, gently cutting off the old man's tongue.

"Since you are so good at talking, then I will make it so you cannot speak!"

Subsequently, the long-haired man left the room with a relaxed expression.

Ninth Defense Zone Outer City.

Since going on leave, Yingzhou, besides looking after his mother every day and visiting his child, would lock himself in his room Gathering Spiritual Power.

This was already the third month of Yingzhou's leave, and this month was already more than half over. Under the care of Yingzhou's mother, the growth environment for Vulcan Vulkan was very good, and he was now walking normally.

At the same time, Huang Xi's belly had also become very obvious. Upon reaching the point where she could return home to nurture the fetus, Huang Xi also moved here to live with Yingzhou's mother.

Yingzhou's mother had also gradually walked out of the pain of losing her child, and with two new little lives added to the family, she also poured her love into Vulkan.

There were several times when Yingzhou's mother asked Yingzhou why he said this child had his bloodline.

Yingzhou could only prevaricate with a few words, saying this was a type of his own ability, and that this child could be considered born having absorbed his blood, so it was his child.

Yingzhou's mother was left dizzy by these words Yingzhou said, so she simply stopped asking, and carefully took care of this "little guy" with pitch-black skin.

Yingzhou learned from the two medical Xiunu guarding his mother that his mother had encountered several attacks while he was away.

This made Yingzhou exceptionally furious, but he currently had no leads to know who was targeting him, so he could only first strengthen the defensive forces around his mother, adding 5 more Catachan Jungle Fighters on the basis of the original two medical Xiunu, among whom there was also one female Catachan Jungle Fighter.