Chapter 1130: ? Will eventually be king

After solving Shia and Kerry, the Galactic Council was not worth mentioning. Apart from anything else, the spaceships of different styles and large and small, as large and small as the army, jumped to the orbit of Sparta, almost making Su Ming laugh.

What is this? Does the parliament produce a spacecraft for each member country? This is probably the case for the Universal Exposition.

A lot of them are true, but some races drive cargo ships to make up the numbers, probably thinking about taking advantage of the chaos to make a fortune.

The dense fleet lined up on the orbit, as if instantly forming a ring for the planet, with various signal lights and engine flames, making it as bright as a small galaxy.

"A miscellaneous army, but after all, it is still an interstellar fleet. Sparta does not have the corresponding power to compete with them in space for the time being."

Su Ming put away the God's Golden Rifle and asked Gin to inform Prince Jason that the rest was over, and it was time to continue the task.

The prince and the manager came quickly, and their steps seemed to be windy. During the short break, they were obviously not idle. Not only did they take a shower and change clothes, it seemed that the manager gave Jason a new hairstyle.

"Oh, is that the fleet of the Galaxy Council?" Jason looked at the fleet in the distance without showing any emotions. He now seems barely a suitable heir to the throne.

I don't know if it was the boss who said to him or he realized the cruelty of the universe, but this has nothing to do with death knell. The other party only needs to fulfill the contract.

The manager nodded, then moved his gaze from the window to the death knell, with a heavy touch on the old face: "What are you going to do?"

"It depends on what your majesty plans to do." Su Ming smiled and stretched out his hand to his pocket, and drew a huge weapon from it to stand in front of Jason: "This is for you, this is how I will help you get it from Feather Star The weapon, the Demon Sword Fire is happy."

Jason looked at the weapon in front of him. It was not so much a sword as a half-door, one meter wide and one meter high. The hilt of the sword seemed to be a spear pinched on the body of the sword. Kind of things entangled and fixed.

The prince reached out his hand and tried to lift the thing, only to find that it didn't look as heavy as he thought, and it was not sharp at all, and it was not edged at all.

"You call it a magic sword, but it seems..."

"There is no magic power, right? Haha, this is made from the coffin board of the founding emperor of the Shia Empire." Su Ming directly said the answer, and he turned to face the blue planet: "It doesn't matter whether it has magic power, and It is the people of Sparta, whether you believe that it has magic power in your hands, this is the key to rule."

Jason took a deep breath, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and lifted it up with a little effort:

"I see, if I didn't have enough prestige before, then this is the'magic power' it provides. I will make the people believe me. After all, I am the Spartan Emperor!"

"Very well, then the Galaxy Council will be handed over to you, trick this fleet to land, the undead army all over the world will help you destroy them, and the ships they landed on will be my enthronement gift to you, and stay in the universe. I will dispose of all the ships and send the undead to their home planet."

Su Ming also pulled out his godkiller, and lightly touched the body of the happy sword in the air. The golden lightning covered the low-tech sword and lit the red light on it.

Jason carried the great sword on his back, and the manager helped him find a suitable strap. He said with some emotion: "I will fulfill the agreement. The friendship between Sparta and the Supreme Mage will be passed on forever."

"Um, well said." Su Ming smiled and patted Jason on the shoulder, then walked to the isolation chamber and rushed into the universe with a huge sword in his hand.

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Three months later, Hawaii.

Su Ming only wore a pair of big flower swimming trunks, lying on the beach like a dead fish, feeling the warmth of the sun on his back. After a while, he slowly turned over and strangled the sunglasses on his forehead. Set on the bridge of the nose.

"Ah~~~ It's another peaceful day."

He stretched out and talked to the gin beside him comfortably. The cloak flew out from the small wooden house not far behind him and brought them two glasses of pineapple smoothies.

"This pineapple seems to be sweeter." The gin touched the magic floating cloak, and she took a sip from the cup, lying on the beach chair under the umbrella with a happy expression.

Su Ming also picked up his own cup, stuffed the straw into his mouth and sucked, and said vaguely, "Dr. Erskine’s new breed is so good. If you have to study some SSS serum, it’s better to study pineapple for humans. Make more contributions."

"Even if this kind of pineapple can only be grown on the farms of Wilson's enterprise, it makes you a lot of money?" Gin iced him in the glass with a smile.

"But after all, humans have eaten it. This is the dear of the market economy. Besides, this is to make money for us. The company is all under your name." Su Ming closed his eyes and touched his raised arms.

Gin stood up and moved her shoulders and waist. The bones made a clicking sound. She took off her sunglasses and placed it on the chair. She took out her clothes from the silk bag and put it on her body: "I should go now. Take a look at each branch and then go to Warnerheim."

"Really in such a hurry?" Su Ming took her hand.

Gin broke free reluctantly and rolled his eyes: "This is something that should be done once the earth is returned. I have been dragged by you in Hawaii for three months. The interstellar trade between Sparta and Warnerheim has not yet been docked. Remember? If I don’t leave today, the delay will continue endlessly."

"Didn't I ask Kama Taj to send someone to deal with it." Su Ming put down the empty glass.

Gin raised one eyebrow and pulled the hair out of the shirt collar with both hands: "The apprentices are too polite to some protoss. Besides, do you really believe them?"

"The apprentices are all good children, but because I often need to communicate with the devil, my trust in them can only be limited." Su Ming answered plainly, the truth is that, if someone can’t be completely trusted, then it must be. The caster.

"It is true, although Xiao Wang will definitely be sad to hear you say this." Gin Jiu smiled and bent down, and printed it on his forehead: "Go, you'd better do something serious, such as killing. A sea monster or a slaying dragon, don’t lie down like Odin."

After speaking, she went straight to the invisible spacecraft parked beside the log cabin garage, and disappeared with a burst of air.

Su Ming reluctantly patted the sand on his chest. The spacecraft took off by the beach had such a drawback. He took off his sunglasses and shook off the gravel and put them on again, motionless as if he were asleep.

It wasn't until the red sun in the sky turned into the setting sun on the sea level that he quit meditation, which was the method he learned from Monak to repair the soul.

He is not a mage, but as a top martial artist, entering Ding can still do it, but the injury left in DC healed more slowly than expected, and now it is completely healed.

It was getting dark, he first cleaned up the garbage on the beach to prevent marine pollution, then he returned to the hut to do today's physical exercise to maintain the state, and only simply ate a meal after dark.

But as the time came to midnight, he instead came to the spirit, letting the strangulation turn into black and yellow iconic armor to go out and play.

"Strangling, you said I should do something during the healing period. Do you want to go surfing at midnight? You can turn the cloak into a surfboard and hang a **** dead pig behind it so that we can be with the sharks played."

Black bean sprouts emerged from his shoulders, a pair of small white eyes looked at him, and the top of the tentacles called the head shook. It didn't want to play shark surfing.

The top predators of the Earth’s oceans sound good, but sharks are far worse than symbiotics in terms of combat effectiveness, which is not exciting at all.

"How about hunting? Let's go to the wild land of Antarctica to get a foot, want to see the big dinosaur?"

Su Ming changed another suggestion. He didn't have any leisure plans. He could live on forever with the sun and exercise every day. There seemed to be no important events in the 1970s.

Strangling or shaking their heads, dinosaurs are a species eliminated by time, even if they exist in the wild, their genes are useless to symbionts.

"How about diving? There are many sunken ships under the sea. We can play the investigator game. I have never known where Cthulhu's dimension is, maybe there is a place called Laley under the sea~www.NovelMTL.com ~ Strangulation still does not want to go, ancient gods, demons, old gods, second-generation gods, celestial gods, conceptual existence, etc., these things cannot be eaten, it has no interest.

Su Ming flattened his mouth, stretched out his fingers and flicked its head: "You are suffering from depression, why don't you..."

Strangling frantically shook its head. It once saw a strange equation in the host's brain, "depression" is equivalent to "eaten", related to a series of causal relationships such as heat stroke, unsightly, and injury.

Su Ming walked out of the hut and looked at the moon quietly hanging in the sky, thinking about where to go. Whenever the satellites of the earth look beautiful, it is also one of the beautiful scenery that can inspire inspiration.

The dark sea waves reflected the faint moonlight, and he took a deep breath: "Why don't we go to a small bar to listen to a song."

"???"

Strangling found that he couldn't keep up with the host's thinking speed. A lot of thoughts flowed through the host's brain instantly, even if the nerve conduction speed was not so fast.

When Su Ming saw the moon, he remembered the successful landing of the American Apollo on July 21, 1969, which represented that mankind officially entered the space age.

Then, through the Apollo spacecraft, he thought of the Zeppelin airships, which are all aircraft that made history by mankind. He also thought of the band of the same name as the airship.

Thinking of the band, I think of the Woodstock Music Festival in 1969. That concert brought together more than 1 million hippies. Those young people were the confused generation during the Vietnam War.

Thinking of hippies, he thought of Greenwich Village, the place with the most hippies in New York now.

And there happened to be an important person who happened to be performing in Greenwich just a few days after the Beatles’ "LetItBe" was awarded at the 13th Grammy. You can go and see it.