Time passed little by little, and the two days of rest ended in a blink of an eye...

At this time, the place of rituals gradually became deserted, and most civilized fleets began to return home. With their "rich" harvest, they went back to report to the leader with joy. Each ritual is a harvest day, and for them, this is the most attractive part of the rituals.

The second world's technology, devices, achievements, theories, and even materials. Any point can make a civilization change in a leap, or even a step further.

However, despite the rich harvest, they were still reluctant to leave when they left, looking at the ship left with envy, jealousy, and even hatred.

These ships are all winners of the competition and are also civilizations qualified to send members to the Second World. Some of them are old-fashioned "nobles", while others are new-born "novices", but there is no doubt that they will all have increasingly strong voice. When they send enough people into the Second World, they will be able to establish their own kingdoms in the Second World, just like humans today.

It is said that humans have sent tens of thousands of members. Their strong men have fought bloody battles in the second world for their own tribe. This time, it has been predictable that they will not have been established for too long.

After establishing the "King Kingdom", they will be real kings and thus occupy the top of the universe's food chain.

How can this make the old nobles who have always regarded human beings as ants?

However, for humans, this kind of emotion is unnecessary. Survival of the fittest, isn’t the law of competition in the universe always like this? Races that cannot adapt to competition, no matter how strong the foundation they have, will sooner or later disappear from the universe.

The only difference is whether it is itself disappearing or being sent to the trash can of history by humans.

"Bang!"

An alloy column with a diameter of several meters was split into pieces, and the figure of Xuepeng rushed out of the fragments. In the training room with a standard gravity of 100,000 times, these fragments were sharper than projectiles. However, when it hit him, it could only make a jingle sound. Xuepeng rushed past these fragments, followed by a complete set of fists and feet that were as fast as thunder.

The whip legs, elbows, and the kicks turned around. Within just one thousandth of a second, the blood pupils had been hit hundreds of times. His fists and feet tore the air, but they were so strange that they could not make any sound. They were all suppressed by his power.

It was not until the last time I turned my body and pressed my legs that all the sounds burst out together, making a loud thunderous sound.

"Dong!!!"

The entire yacht shook and suddenly sank several meters.

"Ha. Our young man is harder than anyone else." The Speaker rubbed his temples in the garden on the top of the yacht and smiled bitterly. "It seems we need a new training room."

"I really don't know whether this kind of hard work is a good or a bad thing. Why do we have to pay for his training? You know it's not easy to manage a family. He has almost demolished half of the fleet's training room these days." Councilman Sal Jones complained from the side, with a look of depression.

But he became cheerful in a flash. "Fortunately, he is about to get out, and I don't have to worry about his affairs anymore."

"Ha..." The Speaker laughed, as if he was interested in Sal Jones's little thoughts. "Actually, your Brut is not bad, and he may not consume less resources than blood pupils."

"On average." Saar Jones laughed, but he was a little proud no matter how he looked.

Directly affiliated warriors are the confidence of every member of the parliament. They are different from most mercenaries who come and go freely. Directly affiliated warriors are elites carefully trained by members of the parliament. They give the best resources and care at all times from the beginning of entering the sight. And after they grow up, they will become the power of members of the parliament. Therefore, the strength of a member of the parliament can be seen from his own ability and the number of direct soldiers.

Sal Jones is a very strong member of parliament. But he still feels proud to be able to get a star-level direct warrior like Brut.

As for the blood pupils... Sar Jones automatically ignored it because everyone knew that it had been booked by the Speaker.

On the other side, Xue Tong also walked out of the training room and took a hot bath under the service of two beautiful maids. This kind of treatment was not what he wanted, but he was no longer an ordinary person. As a strong man, he must have the status and treatment of a strong man. No one can change it.

The two maids were obviously also full of eyebrows and kept touching the opportunity to touch Xue Tong. They thought it was an opportunity, but they didn't know that in Xue Tong's mind, they were no different from a piece of rotten meat.

"Your Highness!"

When Xue Tong finished packing up, the two servants walked in respectfully. Without even looking at the two maids, they knelt on the ground and presented a box with both hands.

The box was extremely exquisite, but it was filled with wonderful fluctuations, as if it would disappear at any time.

Xue Tong glanced at the box strangely and asked, "Is this?"

 

"His Speaker asked us to hand it over to you. He said, you will know when to open it."

"I understand." Xue Tong took a deep breath, knowing that this was the exchange that the Speaker had been helping him. The thing that he wanted him to bring into the second world.

Speaking of this, Xue Tong had a conversation with the Speaker for this thing. Xue Tong wanted to know why humans had members in the second world, but they still had to bring this thing in by themselves. The Speaker's reply to him was also very simple. Because this thing can only be brought into the second world through the ritual passage.

Xuetong believed that if he did not appear, then this should be Brut's mission. But now it fell on him. Obviously, the Speaker believed that he deserves more attention and is more qualified than Brut.

This is a kind of trust, Xue Tong does not intend to let him down.

In fact, as a cosmic mercenary, Xue Tong believes that this is what his teacher wants to see.

Stroking your fingers slightly on the box, then wave your right hand and the box disappears.

Xue Tong stood up and walked out the door...

"Please tell the Speaker, I will fulfill my mission."

"It will definitely be conveyed to you." The attendant lowered his head respectfully, not daring to look at the back of Xue Tong.

The time to set off is here...

The candidates began to enter the central altar of the rituals, and they all took more or less entourages. These people would accompany them into the second world and then become the seeds of this ritual. This time, there were many people who should have stood here, but they disappeared at this moment.

They are all victims and have been swept into the garbage dump of history by humans.

So when the human team appeared on the altar, it attracted the amazement from the audience.

"many……"

"How come they have so much share?"
Chapter completed!