All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

Like a beam of light, it quickly spread and climbed onto the spaceship.

At this moment, the spaceship's intelligent system also sounded an alarm.

However, they were speaking the Cree language, which Lin Bei couldn't understand.

The blue light from the space stone enveloped the Kree Empire cruiser in front of them in just a few seconds, and then the blue light flashed and disappeared.

The spaceship that Mar-Will used as a laboratory was taken into Lin Bei's own dimensional space.

The Hydra researchers and Talos, who had been waiting in the dimensional space, began to receive the cruiser-class spaceship.

With Talos, a Skrull, present, the takeover process is progressing exceptionally smoothly. Once the Hydra researchers have backed up a portion of the technology on the spaceship, Talos and his group can set off to fetch their people.

Lin Bei glanced slightly at the distant starry sky, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Disappeared instantly.

And under the dark starry sky in the distance.

On a small Kree warship.

"Captain, I'm not seeing things, am I?"

Yon Rogge was also stunned as he stared at the virtual image projected in front of him.

After Minerva manipulated the screen a few times, the virtual image began to reverse and zoom in.

Looking at the projected image of Lin Bei.

"Captain, should we continue?"

"Marwell's lab has already..."

Yon Rogge frowned; his smile clearly indicated that he had noticed them.

All the team members were waiting for Yon Rogge's decision.

Yon Rogers slammed his hand on the chair. "Contact Ronan."

Soon after, Ronan's virtual image replaced Lin Bei.

“Yon Rogers! You should have contacted me sooner.”

Yon Rogge, holding his breath, said, "Ronan, I'm not arguing with you!"

The energy core must be recycled!

Mar-Vell was able to develop a space engine using the power of the energy core, and that thing must be on planet C-53.

This is a task from the Supreme Intelligence!

"I'll emphasize that last part," Yon Rogge concluded.

Ronan said coldly, "Just you wait!"

After Ronan unilaterally hung up the communication, one of the team members hesitated and said, "Captain, there's something I want to tell you, but I don't know if I should."

Yon Rogge looked at the teammate.

“I just saw the early records of this planet in the database. It is nominally part of Asgard.”

Yon Rogge frowned and said, "Asgard?! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

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Chapter 147

After returning from his space trip, Lin Bei discovered Yong-Rogge's interstellar combat team. In modern terms, this group was like a special operations squadron, a special forces unit dedicated to tactical strikes and assault operations.

However, in the vast majority of cases, it is used for pursuit and assassination.

Just like it's used to hunt down traitors.

On his way back, Lin Bei took a special look at the cratered moon in the distance, but he didn't find the alien race's hiding base.

Perhaps it's because I didn't search carefully enough.

If this were Lin Bei's first world, he might have ended up studying superhumans.

Immortality is the ultimate dream of every Easterner.

Ronan's fleet will be arriving in a while.

Lin Bei certainly wasn't going to be foolish enough to stand in space and wait.

If they've gone through so much trouble to come here.

Frowning, they looked around and wondered how anyone could survive in outer space, as if they were waiting for them.

At that point, wouldn't we just be able to use space travel to escape?

You have to say goodbye before you leave.

Ronan: The restaurant was closed, so they left.

That would be disastrous; I've been thinking about this for a long time.

Given the Kree's technological sophistication, even without hands-on instruction, they could easily surpass them.

However, with those spaceships, they could at least make a copy. If all else failed, Lin Bei could take matters into his own hands and deliver a few blows.

This will be of great help to the future [Main God Project].

Low-level martial arts and low-level magic can be directly occupied upon encounter, and medium-level martial arts and medium-level magic worlds are not impossible.

This is the early suppressive power of technology.

As for the technological power in the late game?

Sorry, the Marvel Cinematic Universe hasn't developed to that point yet; they don't even have a Dyson Sphere project.

Instead, it led to the development of some strange and unusual technologies.

Like some kind of bio-customized, android~

Oh, and some quirky gadgets from the Time Management Bureau.

Loki, the god of kidney stabbing, escaped using the Tesseract and was arrested by the Time Bureau. Despite causing so much trouble, he hasn't shown his face.

It can only be said that the Time Management Bureau truly lives up to its reputation of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

So he can only bully Loki before he evolves into the God of Stories.

Lin Bei lay in the rocking chair, lost in thought.

There were five or six young ladies from the Elf race beside her.

I'm drinking Magic Juice.

Looking at the projection in front of me, it was a black starry sky.

Suddenly, a spatial fluctuation came from the black starry sky.

As the holder of the Space Stone, Lin Bei absorbed a lot of the characteristics of spatial energy.

It is particularly sensitive to fluctuations in space.

Sure enough, five enormous interstellar warships appeared in the dark starry sky.

Lin Bei frowned and stood up, saying, "Only five ships? Is the Kree Empire really that poor?"

Who do you think you are?!

Lin Bei shook his head and released the elf girl's waist. "Work's here, get ready~"

The elf girl obediently released Lin Bei and even straightened his robes.

With two great ambitions in his heart, Lin Bei took a long stride.

He took a step forward.

This one step opens up two worlds.

In the main ship's command center, Ronan frowned as he looked at the large screen in front of him. "Who is this guy?"

Looking at the screen, Lin Bei, who was wearing an old-fashioned robe and had no technological equipment, was seen without any such equipment.

The Kree commanders looked at each other.

"Judging from their appearance, they seem to be from the Aesir."

Ronan shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem like it. Besides, our operation is secretive. If the Asgardians really discover us, then it won't be just this one person who appears."

Even Ronan, a radical member of the Kree, dared not provoke Asgard, which possessed the Rainbow Bridge, a powerful transportation tool, and planet-destroying weapons.

As the saying goes, persimmons are most fragrant and sweet when they are soft.

Although Asgard is currently quiet, it guards its own small territory within the Nine Realms.

But his fame will live on forever, otherwise Prince Thor would not have been treated with such respect by the Collector, Tivan.

Even though Thor was just a big, clumsy guy back then, Tivan the Collector still gave Odin some face and hosted Thor and his party.

In this hunting ground called interstellar space, the identities of prey and hunter are constantly changing. As long as you don't wield a hunting rifle like the Rainbow Bridge, you will never be a hunter.

Out of apprehension, Ronan whispered to his adjutant beside him, "Send someone to talk to him and confirm his identity."

As a representative of the radicals, Ronan stood out and joined the Accusers, an institution that wields the military power of the Empire and upholds the law. He quickly rose to become one of the most powerful Kree, and appointed by the Supreme Intelligence as the Supreme Accuser. He is no fool, much less a honey badger.

If we act rashly without considering the consequences, what if the man in front of us really is an Asgardian?

Then your own crystal might get stolen.

A small fighter jet detached from the warship and flew towards Lin Bei.

Lin Bei had just taken out a small wooden box containing specially made space stones when he saw the blue glow emanating from the dozen or so stones inside. His lips twitched involuntarily.

I was so well prepared, but this is all?!

Five ships are not enough to feed anyone.

Could it be that I really am destined to live a life of clinking and rattling as a blacksmith?

Lin Bei, who was in a bad mood, raised his eyelids and looked at the small fighter jet that tentatively flew up to him and kept its distance.

Without a cockpit or any so-called glass enclosure, its flat fuselage makes it look like an unmanned combat aircraft.