The great formation of heaven and earth suddenly activated, the light of the stars fell from the sky like a waterfall, the shadows of countless divine beasts flashed rapidly on the walls of Yaoshan City, and countless golden and silver magnificent runes appeared on the ground outside the city.
The power of the earth was mobilized by the great formation of heaven and earth, and the earth and rocks squirmed like running water. In just a quarter of an hour, a walled city large enough to accommodate tens of millions of people appeared three hundred miles south of Yaoshan City.
The furnaces were burning red, and countless soldering irons emitted a strong light in the fire. Countless servants of Yaoshan City shouted harshly and forcibly dragged the soldiers of the Slave Hunting Legion to the furnace. Accompanied by a shrill howl, traces of runes flashed on the red-hot iron, fiercely branding the faces of the captured slave-hunting legion soldiers.
The bloody word 'slave' emits a dazzling light, not only imprinted on the skin of the slave-hunting legion soldiers, but also burned through their flesh and blood, imprinted on their bones. Waves of vicious and domineering witchcraft emanated from the brand, like countless drills rapidly shuttled through the bodies of these prisoners, penetrating into their bone marrow, their internal organs, and even their souls.
There are several shaman priests from Yaoshan leader sitting next to each furnace. They hold witch staffs and recite incantations, constantly replenishing the witch power of the irons in the furnace.
The slave brand in the iron is like countless chains, locking the flesh and soul of these captives, and burying the mark of eternal loyalty in the depths of their souls. Once they have any thoughts of betrayal, or are branded by the Yaoshan leader's shamans, these prisoners will immediately lose their souls, and their bodies will turn into powerful flesh-and-blood bombs, destroying all living things around them.
For ordinary prisoners, these witchcraft irons are enough to imprison them for the rest of their lives. For the powerful warriors among the prisoners, as well as the nobles of the Yu clan, naturally they cannot use such crude and simple methods.
The powerful Jia warriors roared angrily, and were forced to the ground by the more powerful Yaoshan leader warriors. Their armors were forcibly removed, and their clothes were stripped clean. The powerful old witch priests hold long needles made from the spirit bones of alien beasts or fangs, dipped in witchcraft blood ink mixed with secret techniques, and tattoo complex and strange tattoos on the bodies of these Jia warriors.
Strange tattoos squirmed on the bodies of the Jia warriors. Gradually, these tattoos turned into colorful smoke and penetrated into the bodies of the Jia warriors, quickly integrating with their spirits and souls. .
Amidst the muttering of curses, the Jia warriors who had completed their tattoos stood up like zombies and walked involuntarily to the nearby camp in neat lines. These Jia warriors roared with anger and despair, and some warriors who had enough self-respect even cried hoarsely and burst into tears!
They knew full well that Yaoshan City would never release them with such tattoos. They will devote their lives to Yaoshan City, and even their children and grandchildren will become slaves of Yaoshan City!
They themselves were members of the slave hunting team, and they knew how tragic the fate of slaves was! The way the human race treats slaves will never be lighter than the way these alien races treat human slaves. It will only be more cruel and without any tenderness.
Nearly ten thousand Yu clan nobles stood aside with relaxed and determined expressions, quietly watching their subordinates being transformed into slaves by Yaoshan City. They also knew that the owner of Yaoshan City would use them as bargaining chips to extort a ransom from their family.
This is the value of the Yu clan nobles. They are very valuable, so unless they die on the battlefield, generally speaking, after the human race captures the Yu clan nobles, they will treat them politely and kindly.
Life is worry-free, you just have to lose a lot of money.
Some heartless young people of the Yu tribe were discussing Yaoshan City's methods of controlling slaves. They were arguing softly that the shape of the witchcraft irons used by Yaoshan City seemed too crude and lacked some artistic beauty. They felt that if they were allowed to design these irons, the word 'slave' branded on the slaves' faces would be more exquisite.
The leaders of the slave-hunting teams had sullen faces and pinched their fingers with heartache to calculate the losses.
Forgetting their own ransom, so many Jia tribe warriors, Xiu tribe craftsmen, dark tribe servants and spirit slaves were captured, and they all became slaves of the Yaoshan leader. The losses of the Dark Tribe servants and spirit slaves are negligible, but the battle losses of these Jia Tribe and Xiu Tribe...the pension will be a huge expense!
"Of course, if we send the families of these guys to Yaoshan City, this pension can be saved. Moreover, their families can also be converted into ransom!" After a long time, one of the largest slave hunting teams The leader bit his lip and whispered his suggestion.
The eyes of the leaders of the slave hunting team suddenly lit up, and they all applauded happily.
This idea is so perfect. These Jia clan warriors and Xiu clan craftsmen were trapped in Yaoshan City. After they returned, they would have to pay a large pension to appease their families. But if their families are packaged and sent to Yaoshan City as slaves, this pension can be saved!
Moreover, each of these guys from the Jia and Xiu tribes can be converted into a sum of money!
"But be careful when operating." A relatively steady Xiu clan noble said in a low voice: "After all, the Jia clan and the Xiu clan are our compatriots, well... everyone understands that they cannot be treated like those slaves."
A group of Xiu clan nobles made faces and snickered.
To be reduced to joining the slave hunting team and eating this bowl of flesh and blood, the Jia warriors and Xiu clan craftsmen in the slave hunting team all came from small families, and they had no backers. As long as you are careful, sending all their family members to Yaoshan City will not cause too much trouble.
"A group of greedy, stupid slave traders!" Emperor Shitu stood far away, looking at the leaders of the slave hunting team with disgust.
He looked thoughtfully at the witch priests and warriors of Yaoshan City. Among the warriors of Yaoshan City, there were a large number of Jia clan, dark clan and spirit slaves, and their equipment was extremely sophisticated. "He will be a difficult opponent... No, he has actually become the most difficult general among all the natives! Yaohou Jihao, how shameless, he actually used plague to capture us all!"
Emperor Shitu whispered to himself in a low voice, and then he saw the 'human guides' of the slave-hunting legion being stripped of their clothes and pushed in front of everyone in a very embarrassed state.
Accompanied by a shrill howl, a 'human guide' had his skin torn off by witchcraft, and his body was soaked in a vat of kerosene.
"Tell me who you are. Who ordered you to attack Yaoshan City?"
A tall Yaoshan City general yelled at the side.
The 'guide' who was soaked in fire oil ignored the severe pain all over his body and burst into hysterical laughter: "Burn me to death! I'm just an ordinary guide! Hahaha, burn me to death. It won't take long for you to do the same." will die!"
The human general nodded and threw a torch on the 'guide' without mercy.
"The supreme blood moon is above, how cruel!" Emperor Shitu was frightened and took several steps back, exclaiming in a hissing voice.
(End of chapter)