Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, the two-day rest was over......

At this time, the place of worship gradually became deserted, and most of the civilized fleets began to return home. With their 'rich' harvest, they went back to report to the leader with joy. Every festival is a harvest day, and for them, that's the most attractive part of the festival.

The technology, devices, achievements, theories, and even materials of the second world. Any single point can make a civilization change by leaps and bounds, and maybe even jump to the next level.

However, despite the rich harvest, they still clinged to it when they left, looking at the ships left behind with a look of envy, jealousy, and even hatred.

These ships are the victors of competitive battles and the civilizations that are qualified to send their members to the Second Realm. Some of them are old 'nobles', and some are new 'rookies', but there is no doubt that they will all have more and more power, and when they have enough people to send enough people to the second world, it will be possible to establish their own kingdom in the second world. Just like humans today.

It is said that tens of thousands of members of the human race have been sent, and their strong man is fighting for his own race in the second life, and this time he has won an absolute victory in the competitive battle, and it can be predicted that it will not be too long before they establish the 'Kingdom of God'.

And when the 'Kingdom of God' is established, they will be the true kings. Thus occupying the top of the cosmic food chain.

How can this embarrass the old aristocracy who has always regarded humans as ants?

But for human beings, this emotion is unnecessary. Survival of the fittest, the law of competition in the universe has always been like this, isn't it? Races that cannot adapt to competition, no matter how strong their background, will disappear from the universe sooner or later.

The difference is only whether it disappears by itself, or is sent to the dustbin of history by humans.

"Bang!"

An alloy pillar several meters in diameter was torn apart, and the figure of the blood pupil rushed out of the shards. In a training room with 100,000 times the standard gravity, these fragments are sharper than projectiles. But the blow to his body only made a clanging sound. The blood pupils scurled through the fragments, followed by a whole set of thunderous fists and kicks.

Whip legs, elbow blows, reflexive straight kicks, the blood pupil had been punched hundreds of times in no more than a thousandth of a second, and his fists and feet tore through the air, but he couldn't make the slightest sound. were all suppressed by his strength.

It was only after the last turn of the body to press the leg that all the sounds burst out together, making a loud thunderous sound.

"Knock !!"

The entire yacht shook and suddenly sank several meters.

"Huh. Our lads work harder than anyone else. The Speaker rubbed his temples in the top garden of the yacht and smiled wryly. Looks like we need a new training room. ”

"I really don't know if this kind of hard work is a good thing or a bad thing, why does his training make us pay for it? You know that it's not easy for Lu Dao to be a housekeeper, he is about to demolish half of the fleet's training room in the past few days. Councillor Sal Jones complained beside him, also with a depressed face.

But in an instant he became cheerful. "Fortunately, he's going to get out of the way soon, and I don't have to worry about his affairs anymore."

"Heh......" the Speaker laughed, as if amused by Sal Jones' careful thoughts. In fact, your Brut is not bad, and he does not necessarily consume fewer resources than the blood pupil. ”

"Average." Sal Jones Haluha smiled, but looked a little smug.

The direct soldier is the confidence of every councilor. Unlike most mercenaries who come and go freely. The direct warriors are the elite carefully cultivated by the councilors, and they are given the best resources and care at all times from the moment they enter the line of sight. And when you grow up, you will become a member of parliament. Therefore, how much power a councilor has to speak can be seen from his own ability and the number of fighters directly under him, and how powerful he is.

Sal Jones is a very strong member of Parliament. But being able to get a stellar direct fighter like Brut still makes him feel proud.

As for the blood pupil...... Sal Jones automatically ignored it, because everyone knew that it had already been booked by the Speaker.

And on the other side. Blood Pupil also walked out of the training room and took a hot bath under the service of two beautiful maids. This kind of treatment is not what he wants, but he is no longer an ordinary person. As a strong man, you must have the status and treatment of a strong man. No one can change it.

The two maids were obviously also eyebrows, and the opportunity to touch them constantly stuck to the blood pupil, they thought it was an opportunity, but they didn't know that in the blood pupil's heart, they were no different from a piece of rotten meat.

"Your Highness!"

When the blood pupil was cleaned up, the two attendants walked in respectfully, and without looking at the two maids, they knelt on the ground and presented a box with both hands.

The box was exquisite, but it fluctuated wonderfully, as if it would disappear at any moment.

Blood Pupil glanced at the box strangely, then asked. "What is this?"

"Your Excellency the Speaker asked us to hand it over to you. He said, "You'll know when the road is opened." ”

"I see." The blood pupil took a deep breath, and said that this was the quid pro quo that the speaker had been helping him all along. The thing he wanted to bring into the Second Realm.

Speaking of which, for this thing, Blood Pupil also had a conversation with the Speaker, and Blood Pupil wanted to know what kind of human beings were in the Second World Realm, and they still had to bring this thing in by themselves. The Speaker's reply to him was also simple. Because this thing can only be brought into the second world through the sacrificial passage.

Blood Pupil believes that if he doesn't show up, then it should be Brut's job. But now it has fallen to him, and it is clear that the Speaker thinks that he is more worthy of attention and more qualified than Brut.

It's a trust, and the blood pupil doesn't intend to live up to it.

In fact, as a cosmic mercenary, Hensel's inheritance, Blood Pupil believes that this is also what his teacher wants to see.

Rubbing his fingers slightly on the box, then with a wave of his right hand, the box disappeared.

Blood Pupil stood up and walked out the door......

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

"I'll be sure to relay it for you." The attendant bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look at the back of the blood pupil.

It's time to depart......

On the central altar of the place of worship, candidates began to enter one after another. They all came with a more or less retinue. These people will accompany them into the Second Realm, and then become the seeds of this civilization. And this time, there were still many people who should have been standing here, but at this moment, they were gone.

They are all victims, swept into the dustbin of history by humanity.

So when the human procession appeared on the altar, it drew an exclamation from the audience.

"A lot of ......"

"How do they have such a share."

"Damn, how much blood of other civilizations is there in these people's share......" (To be continued......