Ding Meng knew that the Akasina concentration camp must have its own procedures and rules due to his experience working as a laborer.
After leaving the Pentagon, the human translator took them to the settlement camp two kilometers to the east. The so-called settlement camp was like a shantytown. All the human prisoners and Steel Mane civilians lived here. This was better than the Black Gold Base. At least they did not live in basements.
The "building blocks" style of the Steel Mane race was very unique. To be precise, it was like a black metal tree with luxuriant leaves. The tree was not tall, but it was spread out on a large scale. The leaves were the rooms, the trunk was the main passage, and the roots and branches were the streets and alleys that connected the major communities.
Of course, the entire camp was built with the unique black metal of the Steel Mane people. It was like a mature but deformed residential area. In the translator's words, "It doesn't matter what your past is.
Since you're here, work hard. Once you've saved enough money, you can leave. "
The translator was young. His name was Han Xing, and he looked to be in his forties. He used to be a communications officer of one of the Empire's fleets. He was unfortunately captured during a war in the Fertile Chalk System and was sent here. Since he was proficient in the languages of the Steel Mane Empire and the Frogmen, Sam made an exception and took him in as a translator.
"Can I leave after I save enough money?" Ding Meng was curious. Could it be that one could talk about business and make deals in this concentration camp?
Han Xing could not help but look at him. "I won't ask you which fleet you belong to. It's a bit against the rules. Are you a reserve soldier or a starship maintenance officer?"
"Why do you say that?" Ding Meng was even more curious.
Han Xing looked at him from head to toe. "Don't you know the rules of the Empire's fleets?
How did you get up there? "
Ding Meng suddenly understood. Soldiers who served in the Empire's starships were reserve soldiers at the very least. He was so young that it was inevitable that Han Xing would think he was a new recruit.
However, no one was a fool. At the very least, as a prisoner of war, to be able to be sent to the surface of Planet No.20, Tie Tie must be an origin ability user. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the low temperature and stench. It was no wonder that Han Xing would think that Ding Meng was a spaceship maintenance crew.
Ding Meng replied calmly, "Yes, I'm a maintenance officer."
Han Xing looked at him with a trace of sympathy. Ding Meng was naked, and there were many wounds on his body, although most of them were scabs. Han Xing could not help but sigh. "You're so young, and you're serving in the Empire's starships. Your family must have spent a lot of money, right?"
Ding Meng could only bite the bullet and continue, "Yes, I served in the fleet that Captain Qu belongs to."
"Captain Qu's's fleet?
Which Captain Qu? "Han Xing frowned," Is it Qu Xiaoqing's Special Action Fleet? "
"Yes!" Ding Meng nodded.
"Oh …" Han Xing's expression became thoughtful.
"Sir, do you know Captain Qu?" Ding Meng asked tentatively.
Unexpectedly, Han Xing waved his hand impatiently. "That's enough. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Since you're here, work hard. Don't try to curry favor with others. Since we're all former soldiers of the Empire, I'm warning you. Don't challenge Sir Sam's authority here, and don't provoke those who shouldn't be provoked. You're on your own.
You're here! "Ding Meng turned his head to look. Damn, was this the prisoner of war barracks that had been assigned to him?
This area looked like the most primitive and retro small alleyway. There were several barracks on both sides of the passage, and the rooms did not even have doors. They were just a few pieces of steel piled together to symbolically serve as doors. The rooms were not small, about 30 square meters in size. The problem was that there was nothing inside, not even a bed. How was this different from a prison cell?
Moreover, this alleyway seemed to be a very remote area of the entire camp.
Seeing Ding Meng's stunned expression, Han Xing was a little dissatisfied. "Don't be dissatisfied. The conditions here are much worse than those on the starship. I've arranged for you to be in a more remote area. You're so thin and weak. What if you get targeted and killed by those gangsters? We're all soldiers of the Empire. If we can help, we'll help."
Ding Meng laughed inwardly and quickly thanked Han Xing. "Thank you, Sir Han!"
"Have a good rest and treat your injuries. I'll be leaving first. If you need anything, you can find me at the central building of the base." Han Xing said as he tossed a test tube over.
Ding Meng picked it up and looked at it. It was a special blood-generating agent produced by the Empire. The manufacturer's logo on it was "Anvil." It was very effective in treating external wounds.
As soon as Han Xing left, Ding Meng immediately climbed over the steel wall and entered the room. His top priority was to immediately enter a state of cultivation and treat his injuries.
Although the battle with Towering Sky Peak had been short, Ding Meng had used up an unprecedented amount of energy. Nine of the ten origin points had been extinguished. It was not difficult to reconstruct them now. The difficult part was where to find the energy to support the ten origin points.
The problem with the origin points was not the most critical part. The battle on Planet Extreme Flame had exhausted the essence that Ding Meng had painstakingly refined over the past few years. Now, other than the tiny bit of energy from Shenguang Technology that he could use in the smelting space, the rest of the refining essence, the rainbow energy, the underground flame flow energy on Planet Extreme Flame, and the green recovery energy from the inverse source crystal were basically all used up.
Compared to Ding Meng's overall strength, he had now fallen from the level of a high-level Battle-Saint to that of a mid-level warrior. Of course, his foundation was still there. A mid-level warrior in the Norse Empire would be an existence that a normal mid-level warrior would not dare to imagine.
There was another major side effect. During the battle with Towering Sky Peak, Ding Meng had been contaminated with quite a bit of the Demons' black energy. This had an extremely serious impact on Mou Xing's cultivation method. Typically, when Ding Meng absorbed the origin energy in the normal way, it was as if the origin points had been glued together. They revolved very slowly.
According to Little Rascal's instructions, it took about 30 minutes to accelerate the blood flow of the whole body and drive the K-virus to detoxify the Demons' energy. Even after rinsing it more than 20 times, the black mist attached to the origin points had not even been diluted by a third. It should be known that this was the first origin point. It was the simplest, easiest, and easiest to deal with. From this, one could see how powerful the Demons were.
Normal methods definitely would not work!
Ding Meng came to this conclusion.
Xiao Ai helplessly sighed. "Indeed. You'll need at least 30 years just to detoxify the poison. Time doesn't allow for it!"
Little Rascal pondered for a moment before saying, "You can try your luck in the trash mountain."
Xiao Ai said, "Oh?
What do you mean? "
Little Rascal said, "The black energy on Towering Sky Peak isn't the pure Demons' energy. The true Demons' energy is quite heterogeneous and high level. We might as well interpret it as a type of negative energy."
"Then what kind of energy is the Demons' energy on Towering Sky Peak?" Ding Meng was also interested.
Little Rascal explained, "Towering Sky Peak has only obtained a small amount of low-level energy. We can treat it as a type of poison. Ding Meng, you've been poisoned."
"And then?" Xiao Ai asked.
Little Rascal said, "This poison can be detoxified by the K-virus. In other words, we're fighting poison with poison, but progress is slow because the energy stored in Ding Meng's body is too weak right now."
Xiao Ai immediately said, "I understand. This trash mountain has accumulated too much metal over the years. Not only does it produce a magnetic field and radiation, but many chemical substances have also mutated and formed a deadly poison. Ding Meng can absorb the Origin Energy and poison and use the Diamond Starfusing Art to convert it into technological poison energy. He can then use this energy to detoxify the poison and recover part of his strength at the same time …"
Little Rascal said, "That's right, but I don't agree with this method. It conflicts with Ding Meng's cultivation method. My Mou Xing's cultivation method is about purity, nobility, and holiness."
Xiao Ai said, "But we're in a critical period right now. Although the current situation is fine, with Ding Meng's current strength, even if a starship flies to the Fertile Chalk System, it's still a problem whether or not it can pass through. You should know that that's a front line war zone. It's impossible to pass through peacefully."
Little Rascal sighed. "That's true. We have no choice but to do the opposite …"
While the two of them were discussing the recovery plan, Ding Meng suddenly asked, "Xiao Ai, how long did I spend cultivating just now?"
Xiao Ai sighed. "It was just a short while, but it's already been more than 50 hours."
Ding Meng's gaze fell on the other side of the passage. "It's been so long!"
Actually, while Ding Meng was detoxifying the poison, Little Rascal and the others had already noticed that someone had come into the room on the other side not long ago. This person should be Ding Meng's neighbor, but it was a Steel Mane instead of a human.
At this moment, Ding Meng slowly spread out his telekinetic vision, and the situation on the other side immediately appeared before his eyes.
This room was about the same size as Ding Meng's room, but it was extremely dirty and messy. There were all kinds of equipment, metal, scrap, and junk everywhere. It was a typical labor barracks.
Deep in the corner was a rusty metal bed, and a Steel Mane man covered in scars was curled up on the bed, shivering. It was obvious that he was trying his best to endure the excruciating pain all over his body, because the wounds on his body were all caused by sharp objects. The deepest wound was on his thigh, and it should have been caused by something like a spike that went diagonally down from his hip joint all the way to the top of his knee joint. If it had gone any deeper, the Steel Mane man's thigh would have been torn apart and would have had to be amputated.
Furthermore, there was some kind of pale yellow pus flowing out of the wound, which meant that not only had the man lost a lot of blood, but he had also been poisoned. He probably got injured while working on the garbage mountain.
Ding Meng suddenly sighed. "Let's go over and take a look!"
Little Rascal and Little Rascal knew why he was sighing, because this Steel Mane man reminded Ding Meng of Little Four, who had survived with him back at Black Gold Base. Regardless of whether he was a human or a Steel Mane man, Ding Meng could not ignore him.