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"Just not bad?"

"Very good, very powerful! Much stronger than I was back then!"

"Mmm~~!"

Chapter 275: Sending a Few Gods to Get Beaten Up

Sitting in his chair, the Doctor looked at the group of Dream Gods sitting in front of him and said solemnly, "Gentlemen, His Majesty the God Emperor is not here now. External enemies have entered our Terra through the transit station world layer and are hiding in various planets and world layers, secretly developing and corrupting the rule of our Terra God Court."

The group of Dream Gods sitting in front of him nodded solemnly, looking serious, but in reality they were all nonchalant. They had dealt with those people before, and it was nothing special. Besides, the meeting was with the Doctor, not Yarman.

You're just a PhD, a mere warrior, a biologically modified warrior at that. Who do you think you are? If you hadn't been appointed as the foreign minister of Terra, do you think you'd be qualified to hold a meeting and boss us around like that?

You're only fit to be a microphone, and a microphone at that, one without any independent thought.

With this mindset, the group of god-kings listened to what the doctor said, but didn't take it to heart. They treated it as if the doctor was doing oral gymnastics on stage and went back to doing what they were supposed to do.

He emphasized this point several times, and looking at the seemingly serious but actually absent-minded God-Kings below, the Doctor sighed silently. Then he calmly said, "If you find those people's stronghold, I hope you will do your utmost to completely annihilate them, along with the land!"

"Yes, sir." ×n (sparsely)

"...Alright, if everyone has nothing else to say, let's adjourn the meeting!" The doctor had no interest in continuing the meeting. He casually picked up the documents in front of him, turned around, and left the meeting room.

Seeing that the doctor had left the venue, the group of god-kings also got up and left the venue in high spirits, heading happily towards the facilities in various directions of the Emperor of Life, ready to continue enjoying themselves.

With a casual gesture, the Doctor returned to his office on Rhodes Island. After closing the portal behind him, he angrily threw the documents in his hand aside, scattering the papers everywhere.

"What a bunch of bastards!" The doctor walked to the chair and sat down, picking up the crystal plate on the table, glancing at it, and then putting it down again. "Forget it, I won't bother with them."

Kal'tsit, who was sitting not far away, slowly walked up to him. "Weren't you supposed to be in a meeting? How did it go?"

"These guys look down on me." The doctor shrugged helplessly. He suddenly realized the importance of strength. Without strength, he couldn't control these Dream Gods. "I'll talk from up here, and they'll talk from down here."

"Have you finished explaining the documents?" Kal'tsit glanced at the pile of white papers behind her and asked casually.

The doctor shook his head decisively. "Of course not. I only said to pay attention to this matter, and I didn't say anything more. Anyway, I have already reported the matter and given instructions. If they don't work, when Yarman comes back, they will be the ones who will be held accountable. Besides... even if I said it, they wouldn't listen."

After listening to his words, Kal'tsit nodded and said in agreement, "You have completed your mission. Leave the rest to them. Even if something happens in the end, don't you have a way to handle it?"

“Yes, a way to end things.” The doctor picked up the crystal panel on the table, clicked it lightly, and looked at the simple interface displayed on the panel. A confident smile appeared on his face.

After investing in military projects during this period, Vegapunk has also achieved many results. Leaving aside the facilities built outside the world barrier, the facilities built inside the world have completed the systematization of artificial intelligence. The crystal panel in his hand is the administrator-level terminal of this defense system.

In theory, as long as he activates the crystal plate in his hand and completes the setting of various parameters according to the menu instructions, he can automatically locate, block, and attack the target. Moreover, the attack is very effective. With the default parameter settings, it is enough to destroy a small world layer.

According to Vegapunk, the maximum effectiveness of the conventional attack system, if it hits, would be enough to annihilate an entire small dream world cluster, along with the God-King and all the other gods within it.

As for those weapons of mass destruction... it's best not to use them unless it's a matter of life and death, unless you don't want to be torn apart by the enraged Yarman, since one strike can destroy a main planet.

Slowly placing the crystal plate into his pocket, the Doctor gently tapped his desk, and a 3D map of Terra appeared in the air. He stood up, gently moved it in the air, and finally stopped in front of a red dot.

"The coordinates of the Dreamland are 11857.16774.13854. It should start to ferment in a while." The doctor said calmly, looking at the red dot in front of him. The red dot in front of him was a wizarding stronghold in another world that he had discovered. He originally planned to nurture it a bit and then wipe it out with one shot.

But after the meeting, he no longer wanted to do that. He planned to let the stronghold ferment and expand until it exploded, blowing up some of the disobedient god-kings in the dream realm, and ideally killing a few of them.

Suddenly, Kal'tsit asked, "Do you intend to secretly support these otherworldly wizards?"

"How could that be? How could I possibly support a bunch of trash from another world?" Yarman suddenly turned his head and looked at her seriously, saying, "My Rhodes Island warehouse in the Dreamland was attacked by wizards from another world, and the supplies inside were stolen. What does that have to do with us?"

“…Not bad!” Kal'tsit pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded, took out an A4 sheet of paper from her pocket, on which was written a line of small print, “Rhodes Island is going to abandon this warehouse.”

"Thanks, Kal'tsit." The Doctor skillfully took the paper, glanced at the coordinates on it, then calmly walked back to his desk, turned on his computer, and expertly logged into the Dreamland Network. He entered a mineral water company website, and after a few clicks, entered a completely new interface.

While entering the coordinates into the website, preparing to publish it, he said to Kal'tsit, "Put something in there for me, something powerful."

"How powerful do you want it?"

“Being able to slay a god would be ideal, but if not, at least it should be able to shatter a god’s body,” the Doctor said seriously. He looked up at her and said, “I remember there are a few annihilation missiles in the bottom warehouse of Rhodes Island. We don’t need them anyway, so let’s send them there!”

"You really want to kill a few information aggregates?" Kal'tsit frowned slightly upon hearing this. If a wizard from another world were to obtain a weapon of this caliber, things would get very serious.

"It's alright, just take it, I'll handle the rest."

"I hope you can control the situation."

The doctor did not reply, but posted the message on the Dream Realm network and pushed it to several temporary accounts. After a short while, a digital check from the Lateran pantheon was sent to his account.

Looking at the check in front of him, the doctor nodded in satisfaction. This matter was settled. Next, it was time to send those particularly outrageous information aggregators to the battlefield to be used as cannon fodder!

Chapter 276: The First God-King Who Almost Got Killed

"Can this news be confirmed?" The black-robed wizard holding a staff stood in the void of the Dreamland, looking at the small world island floating in the distance. He said cautiously, "Could it be a trap?"

"This information was bought from a familiar information merchant, so it can't be wrong." The purple-robed wizard also stood in the void. Although his words were a statement, his tone was somewhat certain. After all, the other party said that there was something inside that could annihilate missiles, such a powerful weapon, and there were several of them.

Such a powerful weapon, left in a warehouse on a deserted island, just doesn't sound right.

"Should we still make a move?" The black-robed wizard looked at the purple-robed wizard beside him and asked seriously. They had been terrified of the old foxes in the Terra Dreamland for some time now. They were all strong and cunning, and there were so many of them. Countless people had died here.

After thinking for a long time, the purple-robed wizard gritted his teeth and flew forward. "Let's go and see. If we can really get our hands on antimatter missiles, then we'll truly have a means to make a living!"

Seeing the purple-robed wizard flying forward, the black-robed wizard followed. The two instantly arrived at the warehouse door. With a casual spell, they knocked the door open and cast a bright illumination spell inside. A flashbang exploded inside the warehouse, illuminating the originally dim warehouse as if it were daytime.

As the light faded, the two carefully examined the warehouse before them. After confirming that there was no ambush, they removed the several layers of shield spells that had been stacked in front of them, leaving only one layer, and then cautiously entered the warehouse.

Looking at the three seven- or eight-meter-long annihilation missiles placed in the center, with the markings on the missiles completely erased, the two men exchanged a shocked glance. They hadn't expected to obtain the annihilation missiles so easily.

It feels like a dream; I've never had anything go so smoothly before.

"Don't wait any longer, take them quickly and go back!" The purple-robed wizard immediately stepped forward, put the three missiles into a spatial magic artifact, turned around and left the warehouse, casually opening the spatial portal for the return journey.

Seeing the purple-robed wizard preparing to leave, the black-robed wizard quickly stepped forward and disappeared with him.

After the portal completely disappeared, a figure suddenly appeared in the spot. She looked at the empty warehouse in front of her and fell silent. At this moment, a man in combat uniform appeared beside her.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, the extra people have all been cleared out." The man said softly to her. Most of the people who could come here were powerful. He had gone to great lengths to deal with these people's corpses, and he had to completely annihilate their souls and burn their bodies to ashes.

Looking at the warehouse before her, Kal'tsit remained silent for a long time before taking out a cube from her bosom and casually throwing it on the ground. As the cube merged into the World Island, the entire World Island began to rapidly disintegrate and shatter, returning to energy.

Ignoring the collapsing World Island behind her, Kal'tsit opened a portal in the void, threw the man through it, and then closed it. "You go first, I have something to do."

Kal'tsit casually closed the portal, summoned Mon3tr, and rode on the now several times larger Mon3tr. She pointed in a direction, "Go to World Layer 38746. I need to finish up the remaining issues. Those information merchants can't continue living!"

"Roar~~~!"

Mon3tr let out a roar and, carrying Kal'tsit, vanished into the void in an instant, leaving only a world island, reduced to half a warehouse, silently disintegrating in place.

On the other side, the Doctor, sitting on the Rhodes Island main ship, after receiving Kal'tsit's message, decisively handed over the specific coordinates of the otherworldly wizard's stronghold to the Dream God he had carefully selected.

"I believe you can handle this troublesome matter, so I'm leaving it to you." The doctor looked at the silver-white god-king on the screen and said with a smile, his eyes full of trust. "Take care of this otherworldly stronghold, and when His Majesty returns, I will personally recommend you for credit!"

"Yes, Lord Wutong." The Silver God King nodded and said lazily, "Please rest assured, I will definitely handle this matter properly." He then hung up the phone.

Looking at the phone that had been hung up, the doctor remained silent for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on his lips. The mission had already been issued; all that was left was to wait for the bad news to come, and then he would clean up the mess.

"Aren't you worried that things might really get out of hand?" Kal'tsit appeared behind him and looked at him.

The doctor said calmly, "You saw that alien god-king too. Do you think He could be killed by those wizards? Even if they got the annihilation missile."

“If it’s him, then there’s really not much of a chance,” Kal’tsit said calmly. She had seen that God-King before; he was the god of worship of the Silver People, the main race on the planet next to Terra. He was extremely powerful, and if his race hadn’t been around for so long, he should have been able to rival the Lateran gods.

Upon hearing this, the doctor casually shrugged. "That's it. Anyway, He won't die there. Consider it a lesson for Him. I did warn Him that those people were troublesome, but He didn't listen, so there's nothing I can do."

"I hope you won't get killed by Yarman," Kal'tsit said calmly.

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The coordinates of the Dreamland are 11857.16774.13854.

The Silver God King instantly appeared in front of the stronghold. Looking at the stronghold before him, he smiled contemptuously, casually summoned a silver-white spear, aimed at the stronghold, and hurled it fiercely.

"Bong!"

Looking at the stronghold world layer that had been struck by his spear and instantly shattered into pieces, his contempt deepened. To eliminate this trash, he didn't need to mobilize his army at all; he alone was enough.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have come. I should have sent my subordinate gods to destroy them," the Silver God-King said casually, looking at the world layer that had split apart like crumbs of a biscuit.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a terrifying dream storm appeared in the void, blowing towards the split world layer before him, annihilating the fragments of the world layer that had been broken into small pieces.

"Hahahaha!" The Silver God-King laughed heartily, looking at the world layer that had been completely destroyed by his great power. He let out a laugh full of satisfaction. This was power!

Soon, He noticed something was wrong: a piece of debris was bobbing up and down in the storm but had not sunk.

Looking at the fragments before him, He paused for a moment, then immediately understood that this was the core of that group. Without hesitation, He conjured another huge silver spear and threw it at the fragments!

"Whoosh~~~!"

Under his watchful gaze, the silver spear swiftly and cleanly missed its mark.

Seeing this, He decided to take matters into His own hands and sink the island completely. But just as He flew toward the island, preparing to shatter it, the island crashed into Him instead.

To His astonishment, three massive energy annihilation missiles struck Him directly, completely obliterating the protective shield in front of His divine body and severely weakening His divine body's defensive capabilities.

Immediately afterwards, a world island radiating terrifying sorcery energy and condensing various horrible curses and spells slammed into His chest. As the island shattered and exploded, it also sent Him flying to a nearby dream planet, instantly causing the planet to explode.

With a loud explosion, the planetary magma instantly engulfed the Silver God-King, who was swallowed up by the endless explosion.

Chapter 277: Old Farmer Yarman, Online Development

Mostima casually tossed the corpse aside and looked at Yarman, who was collecting Dao Fruits beside her, "So far, how many Dao Fruits have you harvested?"

"There are only about twenty Dao Fruits in total, but there are many Dao Seeds, a great many, so many that I don't even know how many there are." Yarman slowly raised his head, put the cloth bag back into his arms, and looked at her as he spoke.

Mostima thought for a moment, then asked, "Should we continue killing? We've already crossed several planets."

“Actually, we can put it aside for now, I think.” Yarman took out the cloth bag from his arms and threw it into Mostima’s hands. “Look, this is what we’ve accomplished over this period of time. Actually, it’s quite a lot.”

Mostima opened the bag, and instantly, a divine light surged out, evolving into various law runes in the air. Then, large plumes of dense energy overflowed from it, evolving into small worlds around it.

With a casual slap, Mostima shattered the virtual world in the air, tied up the cloth bag, and tossed it back at him. "That's enough for now. I feel like I've had enough. Now let's just wait and see what happens next."

Yarman slowly looked up at the sky, his gaze traversing countless light-years before finally settling on the ball of light at the center of the galaxy. Inside the ball of light, a young man, like a god, sat upright, a massive amount of energy surging into his body's acupoints. The Dao Fruit within his Baihui Small World had long since disappeared.

Observing the man carefully, Yarman said vaguely, "It's almost there, almost there, he's about to succeed. I didn't expect that he would choose the path of merging with the Dao Fruit and transforming his body into a great world. That's a bit like me. It seems that we can't kill this man. We can only take him away whole."

"What did you say? What can't I take?"

“I mean we can’t kill him, we can only take him away.” Yarman turned to Mostima beside him and said with a bit of helplessness, “The path he ultimately chose was to become a Great World. He has already consumed his own Dao Fruit, and now his whole being is the Dao Fruit.”

Hearing this, Mostima said in surprise, "Their system can actually work like this?"

“He is the strongest in this world now. If he says he can go this way, then he can go this way.” Yarman said somewhat unhappily. The other party did not choose to transform the Dao Fruit into a Great World, which made his plan to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs fail. Now he can only pack up and take the whole person with him. It’s too troublesome.

Just when he was feeling helpless, Samsara suddenly contacted him. A message entered his mind, and the content was very simple: it told him that almost all the powerful people Samsara had sent out in the entire Great World had died, and that he had sent another batch to help take care of them.

Secondly, he also knew that the strongest being in this great world was about to achieve the Great World level, and that this person's Dao Fruit had a share in his. Yarman could not keep it all to himself, but he also knew that this thing could not be divided in half. Therefore, if he wanted to take it all, he had to pay an equivalent price.

The price is simple: he can no longer divide the core of that great world, and all the Dao Fruits and Dao Seeds he took must be handed over to the Samsara Space.

After reading the entire message, Yarman breathed a sigh of relief. These things were all easy to resolve, as long as he didn't give up that Great World-level Dao Fruit. That was the most important thing; everything else was secondary. This time, he had only one goal in mind when he came to this world: the Great World-level Dao Fruit.

He would give up any other gains for this thing.

After casually replying to a message from Samsara, Yarman took out the cloth bag from his arms and put it directly into Samsara's watch on his wrist. As soon as the cloth bag was put in, Samsara took it away.

Looking at Mostima across from him, Yarman smiled and said casually, "Reincarnation discovered that person is about to advance to the Great World level. He just sent me a message to negotiate terms. For that person, we will give him the world core of this world and all the Dao Fruits and Dao Seeds we obtained."

Standing there, Mostima pondered for a long time before posing a question, "Have you ever thought about this: what if that person fails to advance and loses their Great World-level Dao Fruit? What then?"

"Then I'll go find Samsara to get the things back, then pick up this person, and take a share of the world core," Yarman said shamelessly. The profits involved were too great. To get a piece of the pie, he was willing to abandon the shame of an Outer God-level expert and haggle like a small vendor.

Looking at Yarman opposite her, Mostima nodded seriously. She actually thought the same thing. If the two of them attacked at the same time and ended up with nothing, wouldn't it be a waste of their trip?

When the issue was brought up, Yarman also felt a little uneasy. Although the man seemed to be on the verge of success, he was still worried that something might go wrong. So, he decided to give him a hand!

"Wait a moment, I'll contact Samsara first." After saying that, Yarman turned around and began to contact Samsara. He planned to buy a batch of strong people's corpses from Samsara and then find a way to send them to that person so that he could use those corpses as fuel for his advancement and increase his chances of advancement.

After the request was made, Reincarnation replied quickly. He agreed and sent a list containing all the corpses of powerful individuals he possessed, along with the prices required to purchase them.

Taking out his golden robe and carefully draping it over his shoulders, Yarman pulled up his hood, holding a spatial artifact filled with the corpses of powerful figures. He turned to Mostima beside him and said, "From this moment on, I am the Life God-Emperor of the Extraterrestrial Organization—the Pantheon, and I am mortal enemies with the Reincarnation Space!"

Mostima was taken aback when she saw Yarman suddenly start cosplaying. She looked him up and down, and finally nodded seriously with her arms crossed. "You have the feel of a mysterious villain from a novel right now."

"That's it!" Yarman nodded in satisfaction. To make the performance more realistic, many of the corpses he bought were actually fallen powerhouses from the Reincarnation Space, and they even had the Reincarnation Space markings on their bodies.

"Wait here for me, I'll be right back!" Yarman vanished instantly, leaving only his words echoing in the same spot.

…………

At the center of the galactic center, in the cluster of light.

Standing in front of the ball of light, Yarman, draped in a golden robe, quietly looked at the supreme powerhouse before him, his eyes, hidden by the hood, holding the gaze of someone looking at a pig in a market.

The person in the ball of light slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Yarman in front of him and asked coldly, "I see that you are not from my realm. You have overcome many obstacles to come before me. What is your purpose?"

Yarman glanced casually behind him and said with a smile, "Layer upon layer of obstacles? I don't feel any. Isn't this a smooth road? There's no defense at all."

"..."