1117 Save The Money We Can Save!

Olant Federation was after all a civilization in the universe.

Every civilization in the universe had at least tens of millions of years of history. The depth of their foundation was not something that Wang Teng and the others could imagine.

And Saint Star Pagoda was established early when the Olant Federation was founded. Its history wasn't much shorter than that of the Olant Federation.

That was why Saint Star Pagoda's foundation was extremely strong as well.

The previous treasures were just the tip of the iceberg. Wang Teng then brought the others to a hall.

Seeing the hall, Sheng Luo wanted to stop Wang Teng desperately.

This was the scripture hall that contained Saint Star Pagoda's collection of scriptures and battle techniques. Every single one of them was inside.

Two cosmos-stage martial warriors flew out when Wang Teng stood outside of the great hall.

They were an old man and an old woman.

The man was a martial warrior from the Black Scale Race. He was short, and there were fine black scales on his face.

The woman was from the fox race. The charm of the fox race had disappeared with old age, and she was just an ordinary old woman now.

They were the guards of the scripture hall who lived in seclusion and rarely showed their faces.

But now that Saint Star Pagoda was facing its biggest crisis, they had to step up and come forward.

"President!" The two of them saw Sheng Luo and immediately knew that he had been captured. Their expressions changed a little.

"You… Let him be." Sheng Luo shook his head.

"This…" The two of them hesitated. If the president of Saint Star Pagoda hadn't said it, they would have criticized the speaker.

The scripture hall was the most important place in Saint Star Pagoda. This was the foundation that was accumulated over countless years. If anything went wrong, Saint Star Pagoda would be done for.

"I'll count to three. If you don't move, you can go down and accompany Wallace," Wang Teng said calmly.

"What did you do to Vice President Wallace?" The two elderly martial warriors were startled.

"He's dead!" Wang Teng said indifferently.

"Dead!" The two elderly martial warriors looked at Sheng Luo in disbelief. "President, is that the truth?"

"You are not his match. Let him be." Sheng Luo didn't reply and sighed in exasperation as he shook his head.

Even so, the two elderly martial warriors knew the answer.

It was clear that Wallace had died in front of the president and he couldn't do anything about it. It meant that this matter was out of their control.

"Sigh!"

The two cosmos-stage martial warriors who had guarded the great hall for countless years sighed and stepped aside.

Wang Teng smiled coldly and ignored them. He then gave an order to Bertha, Hardy, and the others, "Empty it!"

The expressions of Sheng Luo and the two elderly martial warriors changed.

Although they had expected that it would be a disaster, they didn't expect Wang Teng to be so ruthless as to empty the whole place. It was clear that he didn't want to leave anything behind for them.

Wang Teng strode into the scripture hall and saw celestial-stage scriptures and battle techniques. There were many of them, probably in the tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of scriptures and battle techniques might seem few for civilization as large as the Olant Federation, but it was considered a lot.

These scriptures and battle techniques were carefully selected and were considered to be of top quality. They were definitely among the best in Olant Federation. If ordinary martial warriors obtained them, they would be thrilled beyond measure.

As for the cosmos-stage scriptures and battle techniques, there were very few of them. There were only a handful of heaven-stage scriptures, and they were placed in the deepest part of the hall.

"Wang Teng, I found the list of the scripture hall." Round Ball's voice sounded in Wang Teng's mind.

"Oh, let me see." Wang Teng's eyes lit up. He was too lazy to look at them one by one. It was much more convenient with the list. He could find useful scriptures and battle techniques at a glance.

"I'll transfer them into your wristwatch. Take a look at it yourself," Round Ball said.

Wang Teng opened his wristwatch, and a screen appeared. It was the size of a tablet.

After a while, he shook his head in disappointment. There was no scripture and battle technique that he was satisfied with!

However, he only scrolled past a third of them.

Bertha and the others walked over and saluted him. "Master, the collection has been completed."

"Next stop." Wang Teng nodded and kept his wristwatch before walking out of the scripture hall.

The leader of martial arts and the heads of the nations were hesitant to say anything. Their eyes went red after looking at all these scriptures and battle techniques.

If Earth could obtain these resources, the foundation of the martial warriors would not be a problem. Their strength would rise greatly.

Unfortunately, this was Wang Teng's loot, and they didn't have the authority to take it for themselves.

After a while, they came over to another building. It was the access port to Saint Star Pagoda's virtual universe. There were many valuable connection devices for the virtual universe.

"Move them!"

Wang Teng didn't say anything else. He waved his hand and got people to do it for him.

Each helmet for the virtual universe was worth tens of thousands of UC. They weren't cheap and shouldn't be wasted.

We should save the money we can save!

"Move them!"

"Move them!"

"Move them all!"

Next, whenever he went to a place, Wang Teng wouldn't let go of anything valuable. He moved almost everything that could be moved from the Saint Star Pagoda. The whole city was ransacked.

When Wang Teng and the others were about to leave, Sheng Luo's face was ashen. He was shaking with rage.

Boom!

The Flaming River spacecraft left Saint Star Pagoda and headed to the capital of Olant Planet.

The people of the Saint Star Pagoda saw the tail of the Flaming River spacecraft and gritted their teeth with fury. Their eyes were filled with hatred.

"Damn it. These Earthlings must pay the price in the future!" the few remaining cosmos-stage martial warriors said furiously.

Wang Teng didn't know that the people of Saint Star Pagoda were boiling in anger. Even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart. There was nothing to worry about people who were dying.

The capital of Olant Planet was located in the center. It was the political, economic, and cultural center of the Olant Federation. It was more prosperous, livelier, and richer than Saint Star Pagoda.

However, there was chaos today!

Olant Federation's three heaven-stage martial warriors had been captured, and their headquarters had been invaded. Now that the Saint Star Pagoda was in devastation, it was impossible for the capital to be spared.

When Wang Teng and the others left the Saint Star Pagoda, the top officials of the Olant Federation received the news and were now discussing countermeasures.

In a great hall, a group of martial warriors of different races was expressing their opinions loudly. It was a mess.

"Everyone, everyone. Be quiet!" Facing such chaos, an elder from the Three Eyes Race frowned and bellowed.

Everyone looked at him.

This was the commander of Olant Federation's universe fleet, the person with the highest position in the Olant Federation.

"Commander Nehemiah, I think we should leave Olant Planet quickly before the enemies arrive. We should avoid them temporarily."

"That's right, that's right. Their strength is far superior to ours. A futile resistance is unwise."

"We should hurry and leave. We can retain our strength. When they leave, we can still rebuild the Olant Federation."

These top officials of the Olant Federation wanted to escape, but they talked as though they were thinking about the future of the Olant Federation.

Commander Nehemiah glared at them, his three eyes widening. He didn't think that these bastards would be so self-righteous and shameless.

"Enough!" He roared.

The voices all around disappeared. Everyone turned silent as they looked at Nehemiah blankly.

"Olant Federation is in danger, and you are thinking of deserting? Where is your dignity?

"Rebuild?

"Your ideas are really great. Our three heaven-stage martial warriors are still in the enemies' hands. Without them, how are you going to rebuild Olant Federation?

"I think you're just trying to escape, cowards!"

Commander Nehemiah's yells echoed in everyone's ears. Their expressions were ugly. When his sharp gaze swept over, everyone was filled with guilt as they avoided eye contact.

"Hmph!" Nehemiah scoffed and continued, "Do you really think you can leave Olant Federation?

"This is the image that was transmitted from space. See it for yourself."

A satellite image from space appeared on the screen in front of everyone.

There was a huge spacecraft that resembled a pyramid. It floated quietly in space, with a cold metallic luster on its surface.

"Mecha race spacecraft!" There was an abrupt exclamation.