Chapter 219
"Very active?"
"Yes."
Utaima thought that Wu Zimo did not understand what he meant, so he immediately sent the Mecca prince of the Mora Empire to the meeting point of the joint team, and then began to visit the teams of various interstellar civilizations.
Utaima was also the target of the Meccan prince, but was directly rejected by Utaima.
With the straightforward character of Gardel's highly civilized people, he likes what he likes and hates what he hates. The scandal that broke out in the Mora Empire made Utaima very contemptuous. The other party still wanted to come up to him by flattering him. If Utaima didn't slap him in the face, it would mean that he knew the big picture.
Don’t embarrass the Prince of Mecca in front of so many representatives of interstellar civilizations.
However, not all interstellar civilizations hate the behavior of the Mora Empire as much as Utaima does, so the Prince of Mecca really found like-minded people, but I don’t know what they said.
After hearing Utaima's explanation, Scott frowned slightly, suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and thanked Utaima for kindly reminding them.
"We'll keep an eye on it, thank you."
"Haha, you're welcome. I'll have to trouble Marshal Alman and Wu Zimo for the next battle."
After Utaima's communication was turned off, Wu Zimo looked up at Scott, who was looking unhappy, and said, "Scott, do you think that Prince Mecca is still trying to give up? Or is he planning something else?"
The Mora Empire sent troops to join the joint team despite internal and external troubles. Wu Zimo absolutely did not believe that the emperor of the Mora Empire had ambitions for the universe. Moreover, news came back that it was unknown what the prince of Mecca said to the emperor that made him agree to send troops.
However, Wu Zimo couldn't help laughing when he saw the note behind the news. This time, Prince Mecca felt like he was making wedding clothes for others. The Sixth Prince, who was nominally his assistant, was much more important in the emperor's heart than him.
Wu Zimo had never seen with his own eyes what kind of person the Sixth Prince of the Mora Empire was, but he knew that his ability was the strongest among all the heirs to the throne of the Mora Empire, and his character was definitely extraordinary. It was the other princes who were jumping around all day long.
Wu Zimo always felt that those who jumped around too happily were like upright targets. For example, in this scandal of the Mora Empire, the people and even the emperor were scolded, but the Sixth Prince who had been stationed at the border was not in any trouble at all.
So it’s not Wu Zimo’s conspiracy theory, it’s that the Sixth Prince’s methods are indeed very powerful.
"There's no need to bother with the Mecca prince. He can't cause any trouble. The one I'm a little concerned about is the Sixth Prince of Badvi."
Wu Zimo blinked when he heard that Scott actually cared about the Sixth Prince.
Although Scott was concerned about the Sixth Prince who had been hiding behind him, he didn't need to spend too much time on him. He put his arm around Wu Zimo's shoulders and said, "Don't worry too much about them."
"All right."
Wu Zimo shrugged. After all, if the sky fell, there was the tall man Scott to hold it up. It's not that Wu Zimo looked down on them, he just felt that the people of the Mora Empire couldn't cause any trouble.
The federal fleet reunited with the joint team. Bokar was responsible for the handover, while Scott and Utaima met with representatives of other civilizations to discuss the arrangements for the ambush.
As for Wu Zimo, he was hiding in the room of the Alman, chatting with the main control system of the Condemnation Legion headquarters.
Scott and Wu Zimo left, but the Condemnation Legion continued to operate in an orderly manner under the command of Marshal Alman.
During this period, there were some small-scale battles between the federal army and the dimensional Zerg on the border. Both sides won and lost, but most of the time the Federation had the upper hand.
The main control system told Wu Zimo that the dimensional Zerg on the border should not have noticed the two people's departure, otherwise they would not be so quiet.
Wu Zimo nodded. Since the other party didn't know they had left, it also meant they didn't know they were planning to ambush the dimensional queen. This was good news.
Wu Zimo didn't care about Scott's meeting. Either they were arguing about who would be the commander-in-chief or they were arguing about various marching arrangements, none of which Wu Zimo understood.
In the conference room of a warship of the Gardel advanced civilization, Scott had a sullen face and had been sitting quietly since the beginning of the meeting, looking down at the group of representatives in front of him who were arguing non-stop about which civilization would have the power of command.
Killing the dimensional queen is a very important matter for all life in the universe. Everyone in the conference room knows it, but it does not hinder their passion for power.
This is the nature of all intelligent life, Scott doesn't care, but in such a situation, they are still only thinking about fighting for power, which makes the Marshal very unhappy.
Utaima, who was sitting next to him, had a not much better expression than Scott, but he knew that this time the command would and could only fall into the hands of Marshal Alman who was beside him.
Turning around and preparing to say something to Scott who was sitting next to him, Utaima's mouth just opened and suddenly froze.
It’s not that this beauty was enlightened, the truth is that Utaima is now frightened by Scott.
Not only Utaima, but all the people who were arguing in the conference room were frozen in place as if the pause button had been pressed. Especially those who were arguing with red faces, they looked like they were performing a funny pantomime.
"Are you done arguing?" The entire conference room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Only then did Scott's cold voice rang out.
No one dared or could answer Scott's question at this time, because the entire conference room was filled with Scott's powerful mental pressure.
The representatives were not crushed to the ground because Scott was patient and gave them some face.
"Since no one is talking, it's my turn to speak."
It wasn't that the others didn't want to speak, they just couldn't open their mouths. The conference room was full of awakened ones, and their abilities were definitely among the best in their country. They had heard of the name Scott Alman before, and knew that he had the title of the strongest sentinel in the galaxy.
However, the distances between the various interstellar countries are too far, and even if they have heard of Scott's name, they would not think that he is as strong as the rumors say. To them, the Interstellar Federation is just a new interstellar civilization. Only a frog in a well would give his own country the title of Marshal.
However, today, when they personally faced Scott's powerful and terrifying mental pressure that made it impossible for them to resist, they realized that the title of the strongest Sentinel in the galaxy was well deserved.
It’s so terrifying! This boundlessly powerful mental strength is simply not something that humans can possess!
Now Scott had no time to care about what everyone in the meeting room was thinking. He had just received the latest intelligence that the flying speed of the dimensional queen insect suddenly increased. Scott knew that it was not because it had sensed their ambush plan, but for other reasons. However, Scott did not want to watch these people in front of him dallying on power and wasting precious time.
With his unique cool and calm voice, Scott assigned tasks to various civilizations. Listening to Scott's deployment, even if someone in the meeting room had objections, they did not dare to speak up and could only listen quietly.
Even the representatives of the most powerful Garder advanced civilization among their various civilizations nodded in agreement, saying that they were simply unable to resist.
And the people present are not stupid. The task allocation of this man Scott Alman really takes into account the strength of various civilizations. Even if they have opinions, they can't come up with a better solution.
After Scott assigned tasks to everyone, he nodded and said goodbye to Utaima.
Looking at Scott's departing back, some people who stayed in the conference room were fearful, some were passionate, and some were thoughtful.
Only Utaima, who was sitting next to Scott, had the purest look in her eyes, full of admiration.
Inside the Alman, Wu Zimo was unaware that his own marshal was showing off his domineering attitude in front of all the representatives of civilizations. After checking the computer, Wu Zimo saw that it was lunch time. Seeing that Scott had not returned yet, he had to go to the restaurant to find something to eat.
But on the way, he was lucky enough to meet the Marshal who had returned with all his might.
"Is the meeting over?" Seeing Scott, Wu Zimo immediately ran over and asked curiously.
"Yeah." Scott didn't intend to tell Wu Zimo what happened in the meeting.
"Then the time is perfect. You haven't had lunch yet, right? Let's go together." Without giving Scott a chance to refuse, Wu Zimo put his arm around Scott's arm and pulled him towards the restaurant.
On the way, he kept introducing to Scott what new dishes the restaurant had introduced and how they tasted.
Scott's eyes were soft as he looked at the lively and energetic Wu Zimo beside him. His aura became even gentler, without any of the domineering and strong attitude he had just shown in the conference room.
On the way, Wu Zimo met many soldiers who were going to the restaurant to eat together, and he greeted them warmly. By the way, let them feed a handful of dog food before eating.
After having lunch with Scott, Wu Zimo continued to wander leisurely on the Alman, while Scott started to get busy.
In the conference room, he assigned tasks to other people, but as the commander-in-chief, he had a heavier task. At the same time, Scott also believed that the representatives of other civilizations would never dare to disobey after returning. Because in the conference room, representatives from other civilizations were really scared by Scott.
However, the busy Scott did not know that after Prince Mecca returned to his own exclusive warship, he immediately found Feng Yan'er who had been staying in the room.
Upon seeing Feng Yan'er, Prince Mecca excitedly grabbed her arm and said, "Feng Yan'er, tell me everything about your Feng family, especially about Wu Zimo's abilities!"
It's no wonder that Prince Mecca was so excited and crazy. In the conference room, Scott's powerful mental pressure made Prince Mecca jealous but also full of excitement. He thought that once he got Wu Zimo, he would be able to have the final say in front of other interstellar civilizations like Scott Alman.
Fantasizing about how domineering and powerful he would be in the future, he almost couldn't help but rush to the Alman and capture Wu Zimo.
Feng Yan'er didn't know what the Prince of Mecca had been through. Seeing his excited face, she endured the pain in her arm and obediently repeated her lies according to his words.
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