Chapter 563 Super Battleship Delivered to Your Door
Looking at the decree in his hand, Wu Ming read it three times before letting out a sigh of relief.
It’s hard to choose. One is a bear’s paw and the other is a fish. It would be great if I could have both.
First of all, the first one is to gain 20% of the control of the world. As long as you are in the world of gods, you can become a saint-like existence with the blessing of the law.
Although it is said that a saint with such an achievement can only show his authority in the world of gods, he has finally reached this level.
As for the second item, 20% of the resources produced by the entire world of gods belong to him. What is the concept of this?
You must know that the world of gods is not an ordinary world. The cultivation resources contained in it are enough to support a creation god, several ancient gods, and two-digit powerful divine beings.
The 20% of this, in the eyes of a saint, is enough to tempt, and it can at least make ten quasi-sages. As for Wu Ming, it is not an exaggeration to call him rich overnight. The resources before becoming a saint
No need to worry anymore.
Fish is what I want, bear's paw is what I want, no matter what I choose, I feel distressed.
Wu Ming took a few deep breaths to calm down his mood. Since it was difficult to choose between the two benefits, let's see which one is more in line with his current situation.
"My goal is to become a saint and become a true saint. Gaining 20% of the control will only allow me to become a sub-saint comparable to a saint in the world of gods. Once I leave the world of gods, I will be beaten back to my original form. This way
From a long-term perspective, choosing resources is more in line with my current situation, because the latter is the long-term solution." Wu Ming prefers the second option, but he is not without concerns.
In the decree of God King Saru, it was specifically mentioned that the God of Creation was killed by the president who came out of seclusion, and the world of gods has been initially occupied.
According to the information Wu Ming knew, the president of the Bounty Hunter Guild was a ruthless figure at the pinnacle of a saint, close to the saint of heaven.
In the eyes of these real bosses, he occupies 20% of the world's resources. Will he really be accepted by these people?
Wu Mingming asked himself, it would be a lie to say that he had no worries.
At this time, he was in the realm of Daluo Jinxian. With such a cultivation level, he received 20% of the resources allocated to the world of gods. He was definitely like a child carrying gold through the busy city. It is hard to say whether it is a blessing or a curse.
If the martial arts-oriented president, or the other vice-presidents, think that his death is more in line with the interests of the guild, will they sacrifice him and bring happiness to thousands of families?
"Little guy, am I that bad?"
The words that suddenly came to mind rang directly in Wu Ming's ears, making him look up in shock.
When he caught his eye, he saw a middle-aged man in training clothes standing not far from him, looking at him with the eyes of a junior admiring him.
"You are" Wu Ming was really shocked when he saw this middle-aged man.
What kind of strength does it take to appear in his retreat place silently?
Daluo Jinxian has no chance, and the quasi-sage probably can't do it either. The only one who can make him unaware is the saint.
Thinking of the saint, Wu Ming looked at the training clothes worn by the middle-aged man and secretly guessed that this person might be the legendary president.
"It's me, you guessed it right." As soon as Wu Ming's idea appeared, the middle-aged man nodded affirmatively and said with a smile: "I follow the martial arts, and I have reached the point where I can think of the wise and know the heart of the saint.
, I know everything you think.
When I came out this time, I heard that you are the latest rising generation using the bounty hunter system, so I planned to come over and meet you. Unexpectedly, although you are young, you have a lot of ideas, and even a few of us dare to arrange them.
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I was wondering if the Bounty Hunter Guild would try to kill him, but then the president showed up and knew what he was thinking. This was really embarrassing.
After the embarrassment, Wu Ming relaxed and said, "President, what are you going to do with me?"
"No matter what you do, every large force needs a steady stream of new blood to grow and develop. You have risen step by step through the bounty hunter system. You can be said to be the most upright successor in the guild.
, if we can’t even tolerate you, why should we be the president? Wouldn’t it be better to be a space thief?” The middle-aged president, whose martial arts skills have already reached the gods, has the power to convince people when he speaks.
Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He had never thought about how orthodox he was before, but listening to the president's words, he really didn't become a monk halfway, but relied on the system to rise from the beginning to the end.
If the bounty hunter guild were compared to a sect.
Those who come from other forces and join halfway can be regarded as disciples who bring their skills to the master.
Compared with these people, it is not too much to say that his roots are pure and Miaohong. The former can be seen as a gilding, while the latter is his true self and is born with the label of direct descendant.
"If you think about it this way, I am really one of my own in the Bounty Hunter Guild!" Wu Ming himself was happy. No matter where he is, his own people always get preferential treatment.
Not to mention decent forces, even the green forest bandits in the mortal world eat meat in large quantities, distribute gold on large scales, sit in rows, and divide fruits and fruits.
No wonder, he had just become an elder and the jurisdiction he was assigned was the Sea of Time.
At first, he was still confused. Even if such a good place was guarded, there should be countless people snatching scalps. How could it be in his hands?
Now I understand that this is the place specially chosen for him by the guild's senior management when they saw that he had just been promoted to Da Luo. It was not a matter of bad luck.
"Guild President, I am willing to hand over the Tablet of Destiny in exchange for 20% of the income from the World of Gods. And I hope that the guild can help me exchange these 20% income into training resources or treasures that I can use now." Without any worries,
Wu Ming quickly made his decision.
The president nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "This is the best choice. With these resources, your chance of becoming a saint is at least 10% greater. Even if you cannot become a saint, with the rich resources stacked up, you can become a quasi-saint."
You can also become the best in the world. It's a pity that you are not following the martial arts route, otherwise you could have become my disciple."
In the subsequent conversation, Wu Ming learned that the president's name was Liu Lei. He was born in a world where martial arts was prevalent, and he had been called a rare genius since he was a child.
According to the template, Liu Lei should belong to a certain master, the kind of protagonist written by Tomato.
He has good talent since he was a child, he comes from a good family, he is smart, and he can learn everything quickly.
Liu Lei could learn the exercises that others took a year to learn in one day. He was the center of attention wherever he went, and he rushed all the way to the saint level.
This kind of super genius with a good background, good feet, and a promising future is very different from a guy with muddy legs.
The most obvious thing is that compared to those protagonists who are bitter and hateful, Liu Lei's self-cultivation is very good.
There is no way around it, genius is always the focus. Liu Lei was the hope of the sect at the beginning of his rise.
From a young age, I have been taught that as a senior brother, you should help your fellow juniors and play a good role as a leader.
Later, when he became successful in martial arts, Liu Lei founded the Bounty Hunter Guild, and his own style did not change much. Generally speaking, he still leaned towards the decent side.
Moreover, in addition to the Bounty Hunter Guild, Liu Lei also has a sect of his own, which is the Jingwu Sect inherited from his home world.
Although there are not as many masters in the Jingwu Sect as there are in the Bounty Hunter Guild, there are still two saint-level beings. In addition to President Liu himself, who is at the peak of his sainthood and has great martial arts, the total number of masters from the two forces is greater than that of the prehistoric world.
Not to mention more concessions.
After all, in the prehistoric world, apart from Ancestor Hongjun, there were only six saint-level beings.
Although such strength cannot be said to be invincible, it is enough to suppress the ordinary origin world. An origin world like the world of gods, where there is only one saint, is almost like a plate of food.
"Hmph, it seems that our president is still a winner in life!" After seeing off President Liu Lei, Wu Ming knew what it meant to be dissatisfied.
Compared with these winners in life, he can only be regarded as a lucky little string, and at best he can be self-satisfied.
Shaking his head, he continued to retreat and returned to his life without waves.
In the blink of an eye, 500 years have passed in the outside world and 500 million years have passed in the sea of time, and time has lost its meaning.
As for the world of the gods, it has now been completely occupied. A veteran quasi-sage who has made great contributions to the guild and has no way forward exchanges the tablet of destiny for control of the world and becomes the guardian of the world of the gods.
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Within a few hundred years, Wu Ming controlled 20% of the income and began to provide him with a steady stream of cultivation resources.
Being a solitary ascetic is boring, especially when time flows at different speeds.
The resource transportation that occurs once every hundred years, in Wu Ming's case, is once every 100 million years, has become his first choice for relieving boredom.
Time passed by. On this day, Wu Ming opened his eyes from seclusion. He figured it was time to transport resources again, and it was time for him to go out and take a look.
"See you, Lord City Lord." Outside the City Lord's Mansion, two immortal-level guards saluted Wu Ming respectfully.
Wu Ming was about to answer when suddenly the surrounding space began to fluctuate abnormally, as if something was trying to break through.
The vibrations of the "buzzing" space were like water ripples, but the city's protective array was not disturbed.
Seeing this phenomenon, Wu Ming knew that the person coming was one of his own, but the fluctuations in the space were too strong. It didn't look like a monk teleporting, but rather a shadow of a technological world, activating space jumps.
"boom!"
With a roar, a silver-white battleship appeared over the city.
Wu Ming was a little dumbfounded. He was really right. What came was really a technological warship. No wonder the fluctuations in space were so violent.
"Is it City Lord Wu Ming?"
The 10,000-meter battleship was hovering in mid-air. A robot flew out from it and said, "I am a deliveryman from Skynet World. I have already delivered the A-class improved customized spacecraft you requested.
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"Is this what I want?" Looking at the spaceship in the sky, Wu Ming couldn't remember when he had consumed this thing.
Sensing Wu Ming's confusion, the robot quickly projected an order and said, "You want it. The delivery time is today. The person who placed the order is the Bounty Hunter Guild Headquarters. The money has already been paid."
Today is the day to deliver resources to him. The resources were not seen, but a space battleship was seen.
Wu Ming instinctively realized that these should be resources sent by the headquarters, but what he wanted were cultivation resources, and this spaceship was a bit out of place.
"Have you received the spaceship? This is a good thing. It is the technological crystallization of the Skynet world. I got it specially for you."
While Wu Ming was still in a daze, God King Salu sent a private message.
Looking at the secret message sent by the system, Wu Ming was not very interested and said helplessly: "God King, what is this thing for? I don't need it!"
"It's necessary, how come it's not necessary?"
God King Saru was in high spirits, as if he was working part-time as a salesman, and he chattered non-stop: "The A-class spacecraft in the Skynet world corresponds to the Immortal World, which is a quasi-holy super spacecraft. Your spaceship has also gone through special
Improved, facing ordinary S-class, it is not without the power to fight. Do you understand what this means? Even if I personally take action, it will take several days to break through the defense of this spaceship, but you have