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Raymond raised his hand to close the resource list.

"Top 100 is just the minimum requirement."

"The resources the Seventh Fleet gave you weren't given to you for free."

Lin Feng retracted the broken halberd into his body.

"I'll take the spot."

Raymond nodded.

The list of participants for the Star Abyss Prodigy Battle was updated on the spot.

[Seventh Fleet participant: Lin Feng.]

Bone age: 19.5 standard years.

[Realm: Sixth level of the Cosmic Realm.]

Herman stared at the last line, his lips twitching.

Yesterday's registration still puts me in the Star Lord Realm.

Today I have reached the sixth level of the Cosmic Realm.

If the people at the Imperial Talent Agency saw this information, they would probably check their database first, and then check their own brains.

Raymond turned and headed toward the vault exit.

"The Meteorite Training Camp has begun."

"I'll personally take you there."

Lin Feng, however, did not move.

"Wait a moment."

Raymond stopped in his tracks.

"Is there anything else?"

"Back to Earth."

"Blue Star?"

"Yes, that's my planet."

Lin Feng scanned the medicines and energy crystals that had just been allocated from the resource pool.

"The Bloodthorn Conglomerate has its eyes on me."

"If they can't find me, they might go to Earth."

Hermann's face darkened.

The Bloodthorn Consortium dares to send assassins even in the capital, let alone a low-level planet far from the core star system of Silverfrost.

"Send the resources back first."

Lin Feng continued, "Repair the defenses."

Raymond did not try to stop him.

Protecting our home planet is a legitimate need.

Moreover, Lin Feng is now representing the Seventh Fleet in the war.

With Blue Star destroyed, Lin Feng cannot enter Star Abyss with peace of mind.

Raymond opened the Legion terminal.

"Deploy one Dominator-class assault ship."

Herman looked up abruptly.

"Legion Commander, Overlord-level?"

"Is there a problem?"

"That's the Seventh Fleet's top reconnaissance warship!"

Hermann stretched out his hand and gestured twice.

Suddenly, a sound of something falling to the ground came from the corner.

Clang!

Barron threw down the wrench he was holding and rushed over in a few steps.

"A gift for us?"

Raymond rolled his eyes at him.

"That's a nice idea, but I'll borrow it."

"How long do you need to borrow it?"

"One year."

Barron quickly took out his terminal.

"How will normal wear and tear on the ship's hull be calculated one year from now?"

Herman's eyelids twitched.

"You're already thinking about how to dismantle it before you've even opened it?"

"Professional habits".

Barron explained earnestly.

"I need to clarify the property rights boundaries first."

A vein bulged on Raymond's forehead.

"Thrusters, weapon systems, stealth modules—if even one screw is missing, I'll use yours to make up the difference."

Barron silently put away his terminal, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"The Seventh Fleet is so big, why are you still fussing over screws?"

Ten minutes later, a silver-gray assault ship docked outside the resource depot.

When the warship is stationary, all the naked eye can see is a distorted patch of air.

The hatch opened.

Barron stood still, his hands raised above his head.

"It's out!"

He turned and rushed towards the transport area.

"Load everything onto the ship!"

"Rennes's cosmic-grade Purple Source Core, installed in Stabilization Pod One!"

"Fifty law enforcement mech power cores, seal them up separately, don't damage them!"

"Place the array base removed from the hearing room in the bottom of the cargo hold!"

"What happened to those fragments of the star ring alloy?"

A Seventh Fleet soldier pointed behind him.

"All twelve chariots are over there."

Barron rushed over to check it out.

"Three hundred kilograms less."

The soldier's expression changed.

"The inventory records will not contain any errors."

Barron pulled out three heavy metal pieces from the toolbox on his back.

"Oh, it's with me."

The soldier fell silent.

Herman covered his face.

"When did you put it in?"

"When fleeing for one's life."

"You're running for your life while carrying 300 kilograms?"

Barron patted his belly.

"We cannot abandon the supplies."

Lin Feng stood at the boarding gate, watching as supplies were continuously loaded into the cargo hold.

Mech core.

A cosmic-class power reactor.

Star Ring Strategic Alloy.

The Seventh Fleet allocated energy cores, cultivation potions, and defensive equipment.

These things, if left in the capital, would just be a batch of spoils of war.

Sending them back to Earth would be a giant leap forward for the entire civilization.

Two hours later, all twelve cargo holds of the Silver Falcon assault ship were fully loaded.

Baron stood in front of the control panel and put on a military cap he had just received from the Imperial Quartermaster Department.

The hat was too big, covering half of his face.

Lin Feng looked at him.

"Baron."

Baron pushed his hat up a little.

"exist!"

"From now on, you will be in charge of all military supplies and defense upgrades on Earth."

Barron sticks out his belly.

"The Quartermaster?"

"I guess so."

"Is it a permanent position?"

"have."

"What about your salary?"

"The Blue Star warehouse is under your control."

Barron stopped breathing.

The next second, he grabbed Lin Feng's hand and shook it hard twice.

"Big brother!"

"I've never followed the wrong person in my life!"

Herman sneered from the side.

"He's just letting you manage it, not telling you to empty it."

Baron loosened his grip.

"You don't understand management."

"How can I register the items in the warehouse if they don't pass through my hands?"

Lin Feng ignored the two of them.

"Within one year."

"Use this equipment to upgrade Earth's orbital defenses."

He pointed to the power plant in Rennes.

"This thing is connected to the Earth's energy tower."

"Use it as the core to rebuild the global defense network."

It then pointed to fifty mech cores.

"Transform it into a railgun energy node."

"All of the Star Ring Alloy is used in the outer protective array of Blue Star."

Barron quickly took notes.

"What about the defense standards?"

"Cosmic level."

"Within one year, any ordinary Universe Realm cultivator who dares to approach Blue Star will be instantly blasted to death."

Barron couldn't hide his excitement.

"Yes, sir!"

The hatch slowly closed.

The assault ship activated its stealth system, and the entire warship disappeared from the berthing area.

Heading towards the coordinates of Blue Star.

Lin Feng stood on the base platform, watching the warship depart.

Everything that needed to be sent back has been sent.

Next, it was his turn to get the things.

Raymond shouldered his battle axe and opened a dark gray spatial portal.

There is no base behind the door.

There was only one dark continent covered by meteorites.

Raymond stepped into the passage.

"Let's go."

"The monsters from all eight fleets of the Empire have arrived at the Meteorite Training Camp."

He glanced back at Lin Feng.

"Those people are not pushovers."

A loud bang suddenly came from the other side of the portal.

A figure crashed through three meteorites and slammed heavily in front of the passage.

Immediately afterwards, a hand covered in silver scales reached into the smoke and grabbed the man's neck.

Click!

The neck bone was broken on the spot.

A deep voice came from the darkness.

"Have the Seventh Fleet personnel arrived yet?"

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