The vast giant ship can be compared to the Mo Yunxing in terms of size alone.
There are even a large number of people from the Kingdom of Noah living on this imperial ship.
This is the kingdom of the Kingdom of Noah. Most of them are mortals, but there are also cultivators who live under the civilization of the Kingdom of Noah.
The center of the emperor's ship is in an imperial palace.
The surrounding atmosphere is majestic and magnificent.
Projections appeared in front of a person.
"My Emperor, there are not many first-class battleships left. There are only 10,000 ships left. Do you want to consider a truce and re-repair the battleships?"
"Repair the battleship? Ceasefire? Those cultivators at the front will no longer be able to hold on. My emperor, we should work together to directly capture these ten star regions."
"Capture? There are no first-level battleships. The second-level battleships are put into the battlefield. In front of the Mahayana realm cultivators, they are nothing but scrap metal. Do you know how much time we need to spend on one battleship?"
On the projection, high-level officials from the Kingdom of Noah were discussing intensely.
At the top of the palace, the throne carved from dragon bones exudes a faint brilliance.
In the empty palace, there was only one person sitting on the throne.
Lord of the Kingdom of Noah, powerful man in the Mahayana realm, Emperor Bolun!
He listened to many words, and finally, the slight tapping of his fingers, like the roar of a heavy drum, spread to the other side, and existed in the ears of the commanders of the major battlefields all over the starry sky.
"Repair the first-class battleship immediately. How much can be repaired in a month?" He spoke slowly, with thin eyebrows and narrow eyes, but seemed to contain an intimidating light, as he looked at one of the commanders.
"In one month, we can only repair a hundred ships..."
"Three hundred ships!" Bolen said calmly: "I want to see them within a month."
The face of the commander in charge of repairing the battleship suddenly changed, with a look of great struggle on his face, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
But he didn't dare to say the word "no". He knew very well that if he said such a word, his life and even the family behind him would disappear.
"What happened to those supreme war machines?" Bolen spoke again, looking at the other person.
"Only dozens of Mahayana Supremes remain intact. If losses are not taken into account, there should be twenty war machines comparable to the power of the Mahayana Supremes for the God Emperor to dispatch!"
"Thirty!" Bolen spit out a number in an understatement, making the commander silent, and he did not dare to refute at all.
"Have there been any other supreme beings in this world of cultivation? Not included in the information!" Bo Lun's eyes moved again.
"No, there are still those hundreds of Supremes. After previous investigations, there are no more than a hundred Supremes in these three major galaxies!" Someone spoke and replied to Bo Lun respectfully.
"Three hundred Mahayana supreme beings, but they are only on the fringes!"
"Fifteen star realms, Immortal Veins!" Bo Lun murmured softly, "It seems that this realm of cultivation is not weaker than the ancestral land, and should be equivalent to the top realm of cultivation."
"Tell the three major galaxies to surrender or retreat to the fifteen major star realms. Our Kingdom of Noah will not pursue us for even a moment." Boyo paused with his fingers, "Tring!"
In an instant, those projections disappeared.
A woman in a tight black leather jacket appeared in front of Bolen as a projection.
Bolen's eyes were indifferent, and he was wearing a golden armor.
"God Emperor, do you plan to settle down in this world of cultivation?" Trane spoke slowly, with a touch of magnetism in his voice.
"Let's just stay here, a marginal place that won't anger the entire world of cultivation." Boyue slowly stood up and sighed softly: "I, the Kingdom of Noah, were expelled from my ancestral land and have been wandering for thousands of years.
, and this is how it has developed to this day.”
"We should also develop steadily in one cultivation world in order to return to our ancestral land."
"
This world of cultivation is rich in resources, maybe it can make my wish come true!"
Trane looked at Bolun and spoke through the projection, "But this world of cultivation is too powerful, and the Mahayana Supreme Lord doesn't know how much. If you are not careful, it is very likely to happen like before."
"Expelled?" Bolen looked at the woman's projection.
"There is about a six-point chance." Trane analyzed: "After all, we need a lot of stars, spiritual veins, and cultivators to build strength and return to our ancestral land."
"The God Emperor's lifespan will reach its limit in 30,000 years. In 30,000 years, we can only achieve it by engulfing the entire edge land. Those beings in the fifteen star realms will not watch such a thing happen."
Bolen frowned slightly, and glanced at Trane lightly.
"What you said is too annoying!"
"I know this. I'll give it a try. If it works, that's it. If it doesn't, I'll have to wait for my descendants to fulfill their ancestral wishes."
Burren smiled and didn't seem to care.
At this moment, Te Ling suddenly said, "God Emperor, someone is visiting, and it seems that he is from the world of cultivation."
The projection inside the palace fell down, revealing a picture in front of the palace.
Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian suddenly appeared in this scene.
All around, there are some broken kowu and all the seriously injured subjects.
Bolen frowned slightly, looking at the picture, "Are you able to rush into my bedroom unscathed?"
He looked at Trane, with a hint of anger and consideration in his eyes.
"The strength of these two criminals who committed the 132 crimes are even stronger than the four Mahayana Supremes of the original Lord Wu Yuan. They are unpredictable and cunning."
"There is no information about these two people in the supreme databases of the three major galaxies."
"Perhaps, he is a powerful person from the fifteen star realms!"
"God Emperor, do you want to be punished?"
Trane remained expressionless, waiting for Burren to speak.
"Fifteen star realms? They came faster!" Bolun said slowly: "No need, since they want to see me, then meet me, sooner or later they will have to deal with me."
Immediately, Te Ling disappeared, along with the projected images of Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian.
Outside the palace, Mo Qinglian and Qin Xuan looked at the roar in front of them. The palace opened wide, a passage, and countless giant doors slowly opened.
"Let's go!"
Qin Xuan put his hands behind his hands and walked towards the palace.
Mo Qinglian glanced at the robots or artificial human-like weapons similar to those in Chinese movies, and shook her head slightly.
These martial arts are no less powerful than the Mahayana Supreme.
She couldn't help but be shocked that Kewu had exerted himself to the extreme and had such strength.
"Qin Xuan, what are your plans for the Kingdom of Kewu?" Mo Qinglian asked. Along the way, they passed many bases and battleships of the Kingdom of Noah, but Qin Xuan did not destroy any of them.
He has never helped the cultivators in the three major galaxies.
It seems that to Qin Xuan, he is just like a passerby. Whether he is a cultivator from the three major galaxies or the Kingdom of Kewu, it is no different to him.
"Intend?"
"Look at how the Lord of the Kingdom of God decides life and death. The way is not mine, but his own!"
Qin Xuan had a faint smile and his eyes were calm.
"Whether it is the Kingdom of Kewu or the creatures in the three major galaxies, in my eyes, there is no difference..."