The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

The tribal system of elimination led your father to abandon you ruthlessly, and your brother died in front of you to save you…

Upon hearing this, Dirk's heart skipped a beat, and he stiffly looked up at Lu Qianwei.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you... a member of the Yetga tribe?"

The fact that the father beheaded his brother happened on their home planet is the only way that people would know about it.

However, Lu Qianwei took off his helmet, and the human face with black hair and black eyes shattered his illusion.

Putting his helmet back on, Lu Qianwei immediately adopted the aura setting to introduce himself: "I am the leader of the ancient human civilization, and also a pioneer who led the way for civilization!"

"Of course, you can also understand me as a priest."

Iron-blooded and primitive, the profession of priesthood still exists today.

Despite possessing cutting-edge technology, they sometimes believe in metaphysics.

However, it must be admitted that Lu Qianwei revealed his identity as a priest.

Dirk suddenly felt that the man in front of him was not only powerful enough to inspire awe, but also possessed an unknown mystery.

Regardless of their power, priests will always be respected within the tribe.

To put it bluntly, the Iron-Blooded Priests were actually just a group of people who had learned scientific knowledge.

After all, technology has always been in the hands of a group of slaves, and the Iron Blood had long since fallen into slavery again due to ignorance.

Seeing the change in the other party's attitude, Lu Qianwei asked, "Tell me your name, young Ironblood."

"I am a priest of the human race, and my name is Dirk." Dirk introduced himself and bowed.

Lu Qianwei nodded slightly, increasingly satisfied with Tie Xue's adaptability.

So he continued to coax him, saying, "I can see your current situation."

The fact that the Ironblood Clan rose to become masters from the rule of the Amangji people is a testament to your clan's bravery and fighting spirit.

But you have transformed the gladiatorial combats of the arena into the glory and faith of the hunt.

Barbarism has hindered the growth of your civilization.

All technological research and development was tied to the war machine of cold weapons and hunting equipment.

Obsessed with the glory of skull trophies, and indulging in the barbaric practice of dividing social classes through life-or-death trials, they distorted "might makes right" into "the sole criterion of combat power."

"Even to the point that..." Lu Qianwei looked at Dirk and said, enunciating each word clearly, "They called the small-bodied Ironbloods a disgrace and killed them!"

Hearing this from an outsider's perspective broadened Dixon's horizons.

They never imagined that those Amangi slaves were once their rulers.

They taught them to write and perform rituals, but never told them about this history; they only kept promoting the strength of their tribe.

“Powerful races cannot tolerate weaklings like you.” Lu Qianwei suddenly shook his head with a cold laugh, interrupting Dirk’s thoughts.

Although he was somewhat angry that the other party had called him weak, when he saw the Eclipse riding on the other party, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.

And what the other party said is indeed true. It is a huge joke that a powerful group cannot tolerate the survival space of the weak!

Looking at Dirk, who was deep in thought, Lu Qianwei sometimes felt speechless.

If a knowledgeable scholar were to say these words, Tie Xue would simply scoff and kill the person without even listening.

But when their identities change to those of the priests and powerful figures they are worshipped, they will listen and think.

In response, Lu Qianwei could only lament how deeply ingrained the brutal hunting culture was in people's hearts.

However, it must be admitted that such a tough stance makes it easier to deceive people.

"You escaped slavery through bravery, but you are now bound by your prejudice against barbaric customs."

This has caused the entire race to stagnate in the long river of civilization, becoming prisoners clinging to the glory of hunting and trapped in the past.

"Dirk, I see your future."

Hunting the Corruptors only proves you're a qualified hunter, it doesn't change the bad habits of civilization.

“You yearn to become stronger…” Lu Qianwei jumped off the back of the Fiend and walked to the Ironblood, who was only 1.7 meters tall, and stretched out his hand.

He said, "Follow me, and my people will teach you how to become stronger."

"May you even become a hero like your ancestor Kyle!"

Chapter 40 I have something to do today, please take a day off.

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Chapter 41 Trial

Below the Black Peak Mountain cave road, there is a campsite that borders the forest.

Hunters come and go, buying and selling and trading here.

In a wasteland where food is scarce, the profits from wild beast meat are simply too great.

Even though people are sacrificing themselves every day, a large number of people still choose to join this cause.

With the domestication of the ferocious beasts and giant horned bison showing initial success, several hunter teams have already begun taming wild beasts.

"Big Yellow, come on, I'll take you to eat something fresh today!"

Sylvia happily summoned the two-meter-tall ferocious beast cub, stroked its lowered head, and rode on its back as it groaned in pleasure, heading towards the camp market.

Along the way, countless people cast envious glances; the wild beasts that were allowed to enter the camp had all undergone rigorous safety tests.

No more than ten people have received this special pass.

The sight of a person riding a wild beast among the coming and going cargo trucks is no different from a Rolls-Royce.

Sylvia smugly enjoyed the attention she received from others. Although keeping a pet with a large appetite consumed half of her monthly salary, the feeling of being noticed was quite enjoyable.

However, just as Big Yellow turned a street corner, its howling suddenly stopped.

Her legs trembled so badly that she collapsed to the ground, causing Sylvia to lose her balance and fall face-first into the mud.

Just as she was about to assert her authority in the household after such an embarrassing incident, she found that the expected ridicule from those around her did not materialize.

Following the astonished gazes of the crowd, Sylvia saw a tall, wild beast approaching, led by several members of the Black Fang Army.

As a support staff member, Sylvia immediately recognized it as the Eclipse, the planet's top predator.

No wonder other creatures trembled in fear and dared not utter a sound when they saw it.

The king's imposing aura was revealed, and the passersby were only surprised. Most of their attention was focused on the Iron Blood that Lu Qianwei had brought.

Its orange-yellow skin, somewhat primitive attire, and the particularly obvious inhuman features of its head quickly drew a lot of discussion from those around it.

"Hmph!" Feeling the scrutinizing gazes around him, Dirk snorted and straightened his posture even more.

The truckloads of wild beasts being transported back made him realize that the humans here, dressed in various ways, were hunters just like him.

Those in the same race are enemies, and this applies even to those of the same race, let alone other races. One cannot show weakness in the face of a fierce and indomitable spirit.

Lu Qianwei smiled and pointed to the hunters around him, asking, "What do you think?"

“They are all good hunters.” Dirk nodded slightly as he looked at some of the men with fierce or even provocative eyes.

Then he saw some people who turned their heads away when they made eye contact with him, “and there were also many low-quality hunters.”

"They are not hunters; they are merchants and people who have come to buy food."

"A merchant?" Dirk didn't quite understand. "On our planet, only slaves do that."

The Ironbloods only need to wage war and hunt... They are merely tools to serve the strong.

Lu Qianwei shook his head. "Everyone has their strengths. Not being good at fighting doesn't mean they're useless."

“Slaves certainly provided you with great convenience in terms of clothing, food, housing and transportation.”

"But have you ever thought about what would have happened to you if your brother hadn't saved you?"

What will happen to those incompetent hunters who weren't saved by their brothers?

how is it?

Of course, he would be considered a disgrace to his tribe and executed!

Healthcare, commerce, and even other service industries were all run by the groups they had conquered.

If Ironbloods were to befriend these weaker races, they would be ridiculed, let alone engage in anything other than hunting.

Dirk was perfectly clear about this, otherwise he wouldn't have been working so hard to hone his combat skills on Planet Yetga.

Lu Qianwei clearly understood the reason for Dirk's silence.

A group of primitive people possessed advanced technology, which enabled them to arrogantly reject the cultures of other civilizations.

They even look down on the various industries that have evolved from civilization.

The centuries-old hunting culture cannot be changed by his few words.

This is not in his best interest either.

It would be good if Dirk could learn something from it, but if he only thought about getting stronger... then Lu Qianwei only taught him how to get stronger.

After ordering someone to take Shi Sha and Shi Yan to eat roasted whole cow, Lu Qianwei led Dike through the camp and drove to the Black Peak Mountain base.

The appearance of Ironblood aroused the curiosity of many researchers, and Lu Qianwei finally managed to bring Dirk to a special training room in the Dark Fortress after blocking wave after wave of people who wanted to draw blood and observe him.

It's special because it teaches people with superpowers.

Lu Qianwei, who understood the future direction of developing and utilizing the spiritual energy of superhumans, had begun planning long ago.

Unfortunately, at that time, he was not in a position to interact with people who possessed superpowers.

Furthermore, at that time, most people with superpowers relied on technology to enhance their abilities, and no information about spiritual energy could be found online.

Until one day, by chance, he brought back an old man with white hair from a martial arts school.

The old man's name was Zhao Guiyuan, and he was one of the top martial arts masters in the Heluo Kingdom.

He doesn't have any superpowers, but he has internal energy!

Speaking of his internal energy, we must trace it back to his ancestor Zhao Chaishao, who awakened his innate supernatural abilities a thousand years ago.