Chapter 351

Two brads?

The two Chebul stars looked at Card Brad in shock and then at Brad on the screen. They really couldn't see any difference between the two. They were exactly the same, without any difference.

"Wow oh oh oh!!! Is this, is this the headquarters of the rescue society? I didn't expect that even the headquarters has been moved here!"

Magna let out an exclamation and looked at the planet-sized fortress in shock.

"Quiet down, you little boy!"

Garum punched Magna on the head, and he regretted inviting this noisy guy to join the rescue club.

"It hurts! Master Garum, why did you hit me?"

Magna covered her head, which showed that Garum's punch was not light.

"That's true, but isn't it a bit too much for you to bring Leifsbell Fortress here?"

In Christina's opinion, sending a caravan of a hundred spaceships is enough, and driving Leifsbell Fortress here is really a waste.

"President, we must let the people in Plasma Galaxy know the strength of our rescue association, so that they will take the rescue association seriously and have more confidence when talking about cooperation."

"Oh? Could it be that La Luo taught you this?"

Christina saw that Brad was so serious and confident. She didn't believe that Brad could think of this. The only possibility was to ask other people's opinions. The only person in the rescue association who has such a big-picture view is Lalo, except Medias. .

If Brad said that he wanted to collect and trade plasma souls in order to better collect them, she might believe him.

"Yes, it's like this..."

Brad scratched his head with his tentacles and said with an embarrassed smile: "I didn't expect that you, the president, would see through it so quickly. I really can't hide anything from you!"

"President, Leifsbell Fortress has proved the strength of the Rescue Society. However, Leifsbell Fortress will also make the Rescue Society attract the attention of the entire Plasma Galaxy."

The Antiru star said cautiously that he did not think it was wrong for Brad to drive Leifsbell Fortress to the plasma galaxy, nor did he think it was right.

As long as the consequences of the emergence of Leifsbell Fortress can be turned into results beneficial to the rescue association, that will be enough.

"It's a bit fanfare."

Card Brad nodded in agreement. He didn't quite agree with the main body's behavior this time.

"The matter has come to this, and there is no room for recovery. We have already demonstrated our strength. If someone takes action against us, I don't mind killing the chicken to scare the monkeys."

Christina said nonchalantly, but she wished someone would jump out and hit Leifsbell Fortress.

Why is she so confident?

Baleru looked at Christina, who was not worried at all, that the rescue association might become the target of public criticism at any time, and felt a little confused.

The emergence of Leifsbell Fortress quickly attracted the attention of the Galactic Government, the Galactic Guild, and many cosmic civilizations. A planet-scale fortress is really a bit too exaggerated.

Chapter 358 Plasma Galaxy Mine

"puff--!"

The wine in Jian Te's mouth spurted out. Looking at the planet-sized fortress, he almost lost his grip on the wine glass in his hand.

"This fortress... is the fortress of the Rescue Society?"

Jane watched the familiar spaceship sail into the fortress and fell into deep thought. The strength of the Rescue Society was far beyond his imagination. Perhaps, the Rescue Society was really what Christina said.

"Jiante, what do you think?"

Wearing black armor with golden patterns, the Mephilas star walked up to Jane.

"Hey, Xikel, what brought you here?"

Jane shook the wine glass and glanced at Sickle casually.

"Is that fortress related to the rescue club you asked me about before?"

Sikel sat opposite Jiante and asked unceremoniously: "What do you know?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know much. I can only say that we need to wait and see. If we act rashly, it may cause riots."

Jane put down his wine glass and made a thud. If the Rescue Society was really what Christina said, rash actions would only make the galactic government stand against the Rescue Society, which he didn't want to see.

"It seems that we have to find a way to contact other people in the Seven Star Sword."

Shikol crossed his fingers. The rescue association has shown its strength, and they must also show their corresponding strength, otherwise they may not get the due compliance.

Showing strength is also to let both parties know the strength of the other side, so as to avoid having inappropriate thoughts.

"Yeah...it works."

Jiante's thoughts were similar to Xicol's. No matter how they didn't deal with each other, it was still an internal matter. Now, they needed to put aside their internal conflicts and deal with the outside world unanimously.

Leifsbell Fortress, Research Laboratory.

"This is..."

"That's what the Plasma Soul is like!"

"It's really unexpected that such magical energy exists in different universes."

Scientists gathered together to study the plasma souls with different properties, which were piled up into hills.

In the palace-like hall, Christina rarely came here, and this time, she had to come here and look at the more than 30,000 people standing in the hall.

Those who didn’t know better thought they were coming on horseback to attack the Plasma Galaxy. Does this look like a caravan? It doesn't look like a caravan at all, it looks like the XX Empire coming to govern the plasma galaxy.

"President, there are 35,708 people who came to the Plasma Galaxy with Leifsbell Fortress. Among them, 1,200 are caravans and the rest are combatants."

It was rare for Meiya to return to her old profession. She hadn't done statistics for a long time and almost forgot that she had this skill.

Christina, who was holding her chin with one hand, slipped her hand and looked at Brad with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Xiaobu, what do you think in your big head? Come, tell me."

Christina waved to Brad, motioning him to come over, and promised not to beat him to death.

"President... Plasma Soul is an energy source that spreads throughout the universe. I think we should bring more people. In case of conflicts, our rescue association can't suffer losses!"

Brad said guiltily, driving his exclusive aircraft and flying towards Christina.

He said that he brought so many people here just for show. When he thought about making a deal with the Galaxy Government, he couldn't let the other party look down on him.

After asking Lalo for her opinion, he suddenly had an idea and brought tens of thousands of people to the Plasma Galaxy in the Lifesbell Fortress.

"Is the president that scary?"

Not far away, a Chebul star saw Brad was so afraid of Christina and looked at Card Brad.

"You don't want to know..."

Card Brad had an expression that was unbearable to look back on.

Are you sure you are not deliberately arousing our curiosity?

Another Chebul star saw his expression and became even more curious.

"I can tell you that we came to the Plasma Galaxy for the Plasma Soul and to establish a branch of the Rescue Society in the Plasma Galaxy. We are not here to cause trouble.

There are not so many cosmic villains in this universe, so you'd better pay attention.

Also, since you are here, you should all go to the Galaxy Guild to register as Galaxy Hunters. We not only have to make deals with the Galaxy Government to obtain the Plasma Soul, but also hunt plasma monsters and mine Plasma Soul."

Christina paused here, and she suddenly thought that in a sense, the Rescue Society branch of the Plasma Galaxy is similar to a mining field.

The folk customs of the Plasma Galaxy are different, and there are far fewer cosmic villains than in other universes.

The people in the Rescue Society branch seemed to have nothing to do except mining and recruiting new members.

Thinking of this, Christina continued: "Plasma Galaxy is extremely important to the Rescue Society. It is a new energy source with different properties. Don't let me down!"

"Please leave it to us!"

The members of the Rescue Society answered in unison.

The brief meeting ended, and everything about Plasma Galaxy was transmitted to everyone's terminal.

Not long after, the seven directors of the Cosmic People's Conference representing the Galactic Government, and the holder of the Seven Star Swords, the Demon Sword Wuming, Nordan Hizamxia.

Nordan Hizamxia, wearing brown-red armor, carried a weapon that looked like a wild sword, that is, the Demon Sword Wuming.

The holder of the Seven Star Swords, the Demon Sword Xiesaki, the second sword, the Demon Sword Fugaku, is a Babar from the Dark Nebula, with a proud golden long hair.

The holder of the Seven Star Swords, the Demon Sword Pojun, the third sword, the Demon Sword, Janet.

Bronck, the owner of the fourth sword of the Seven Star Swords, the Needle, is a Nakel star who wears silver armor. The Needle in his hand is a demon sword that will not be easily unsheathed, and is also called the "Sword of Death".

Finally, there is Xikel, the leader of the Galaxy Guild, who maintains the public security management of the Guild. He is a Mefilas star like Jante. Although he is not a Seven Star Sword, he has a powerful strength that is not inferior to anyone in the Seven Star Sword.

A group of twelve people took a spaceship to the location of the Lifesbell Fortress, looking at the planetary ring-like things surrounding the Lifesbell Fortress.

"What are those eyes? It looks like they are used to entertain us."

Fugaku looked at the eyeball-like bombs that formed the planetary rings, and said eagerly.

"Is that the means used by this fortress to prevent harassment from others?"

Bronck guessed that if there were no planetary rings composed of these bombs, perhaps many people would want to get close to explore?

"I think we should still notify the people in the fortress, otherwise, we may not be able to enter the fortress this time."

Jent suggested that if we directly destroy the bombs, it may cause a lot of trouble.

"Jent, are you scared?"

Fugaku glanced at Janet.

"Look!"

A director pointed at the planetary ring, and saw the eyeball bombs move to both sides, leaving a passage for the spacecraft to pass through.

"Is this an invitation to us? Do you want to go in?"

Another director saw this scene, frowned slightly, and looked at the people around him, wanting to know what they thought.

After some discussion, the directors decided to go and see, and the others naturally had no objection.

Fortress of Lifesbell, space airport.

The spacecraft slowly landed, and everyone got off the spacecraft and went to the meeting room under the leadership of the person in charge of receiving them.

Flying in the air in a hovercraft, the scenery below was unobstructed. They saw the residential area that had been transformed in the distance, and also saw buildings that looked like factories.

"Medias, Antilo, I leave it to you."

In the exclusive rest area for the president of the rescue association, Christina sat lazily on the sofa. Bilanchi pinched her shoulders like a little maid. Looking at the surprised Medias and Antilo on the screen, the corners of her lips curled up. She didn't want to argue with those people. They almost quarreled for a little benefit.

If she didn't fight, she would feel at a disadvantage. If she fought, it would be easy to quarrel.

If one of them can't help it, it will be bad if they get beaten up.

"Wake up, no need to say more, I'll leave this to you."

Christina waved her hand, and the screen disappeared.

Walking in the spacious corridor, the group saw a lot along the way. Suddenly, heavy footsteps and angry voices came from a distance.

"Bemonstan! That can't be eaten! That's important research material!"

A fat and generous Bemonstan swayed left and right, and ran past the group quickly, followed closely by a Baltan scientist in a white coat.

"What's going on with this rescue meeting? That was the space monster Bemonstan, right?"

A director said in surprise.

"It doesn't make sense! How can Bemonstan grow like that?"

Fugaku gestured with his hand at Bemonstan's belly and body shape, which didn't look like what Bemonstan should have.

"Ahem... That's Bemonstan raised by the president, and he often steals food."

The person who was responsible for leading them to the meeting room said with an awkward smile.

Hearing this, everyone's face changed slightly, and they explained to him seriously what would happen if an ordinary monster ate the Plasma Soul.