I'm Really an Alchemist

In the universe, any civilized planet is wealth, especially those civilizations that have not yet touched the Galactic Empire and are not protected by the Galactic Patrol Police. As long as they are found and sold, it is an extraordinary return!

"You have the warrior Camille by your side." Zhou Qi seemed to be having a heart-to-heart conversation with an old friend, with a gentle smile on his face: "Even if the technology I bring out is higher than Platon civilization, you won't worry, and I How will you be treated as an alien tourist who is pregnant with a crime?"

The leader closed his eyes in pain, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

"I will drain all your value!" He judged very calmly.

He finally understood the meaning of Zhou Qi's words.

If he knew the identity of the other party two months ago, the conflict between the two parties would have erupted two months ago.

Whether it's Platon civilization or Camille, Zhou Qi sees them as bugs.

Platon would have died two months earlier!

dead end.

The leader sat down powerlessly on the ground. As long as Zhou Qi appeared in the Platon galaxy, the result of this civilization had been announced, either he died two months ago, or it was the situation today.

Calculated, the current situation is the best result!

"but--"

The leader roared in a low voice: "Do you think this can make me submit, let me surrender?"

"I will never be controlled by you, I will never live in an illusion, even if I die!"

Even dead!

He did it.

The leader slammed his head against the metal corners on the table.

In an instant, his head was bleeding and his brain was bursting.

At the last moment of his life, he looked at the alchemist on the sofa and cast a sarcastic smile.

In order to maintain the rule, the coordinates of the interstellar journey map and the general knowledge of the universe are sealed in his memory, and they will only be mobilized when needed. There is no second copy of the entire Platon civilization.

Want them, dream!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The leader exhausted his last strength, laughed in his heart, closed his eyes, and left this world happily.

Zhou Qi got up calmly, and a little mana landed on the leader's body, turning it into the most basic particles, which was the last respect for the other party.

Because of this respect.

Zhou Qi did not prevent the other party from committing suicide.

He also didn't tell the other party that his soul left in the Golden Cave had been analyzed long ago, and all the memories had been extracted, so there was no secret that could be kept from Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi is moving towards an instrument that can communicate with the interstellar dark net.

Every step you take, your body shape, appearance, and clothing will change. When you reach the instrument, you will look like a leader.

The 'leader' turned on the device and accepted the review of brain waves.

He logged on to the dark net familiarly, and contacted the acquaintances in the address book.

"Angus, I need your help!"

A three-dimensional scene appears above the instrument, with an alien in a suit sitting on a sofa, and a bar with flashing lights in the background.

The alien picked up the wine and sent the woman around him away.

"Isn't this Platon? How long have we not been in touch? Thirty years? Fifty years?" The alien offered a drink and saluted far away, with a hippie smile on his face.

The 'leader' leaned forward, pressed against the table, and growled: "I don't have time to joke with you, I need help!"

The alien's expression became serious: "Hey, don't tell me, there is something wrong with the fighter I introduced to you last time, but I selected them carefully, and the quality is not good!"

He worries that something is wrong with Camille, which will affect his credibility.

"Camille is dead." The 'Leader' paused to let the aliens relax before continuing: "My civilization is in great trouble, and I need a stronger fighter to help me!"

In a few sentences, he explained the current situation of Platonian civilization.

The aliens were first shocked by the news of Camille's death, and then shocked by the current situation of Platon civilization!

"Brother, you are my regular customer. It stands to reason that I will help you no matter what." The alien hesitated for a long time before telling the truth: "But a lot of things have happened in the past thirty years."

The Interstellar Darknet is a non-governmental organization that wanders outside the Galactic Empire and the Frozen Empire.

Similar to Mercenary Mission Center.

Gathered here are violent elements and arms dealers wandering between the two empires.

Well known.

There are always hundreds of thousands of forces in the universe, big or small, but they are all respected by these two great empires.

The Frozen Empire was created by the Frozen Demon Clan. The current master is the Kurd of the Frozen Demon Clan. The Kurds are extremely powerful, vicious and cruel. After becoming the master of the empire, they expanded their territory on a large scale. All of their fighters are violent in the universe. molecular.

Now the Frozen Empire is the number one force in the universe.

The territory includes four major galaxies, and the capital is located in the center of the universe.

Compared with the Frozen Empire, the Galactic Empire pales in comparison. Whether it is strength or territory, it is too small. The main reason why everyone knows the Galactic Empire is that there is a Galactic Patrol Agency under it.

The Galactic Empire is biased and often arrests criminals in the interstellar world.

But it doesn't dare to provoke the Frozen Empire, and it always walks around. Even if it knows that the Frozen Empire is the number one criminal organization in the universe, it doesn't dare to make enemies with it.

The strange thing is that the Frozen Empire pinched its nose and did not invade the Galactic Empire.

The relationship between the two is like a sovereign state and a vassal state.

As for the majestic Kurd, why would he prefer to encroach on large and small forces, rather than provoke the delicious meat of the Galactic Empire...According to gossip, this has something to do with the gods behind it.

For advanced civilizations, gods are not a secret existence.

Kurd's strength is the main reason for the development of the Frozen Empire, but in the final analysis, it is Beerus, the God of Destruction, who stands behind the Frozen Empire.

And the Galactic Empire is also inextricably linked with Kaiwangshen!

Mara, the interstellar criminal [-] million years ago, was defeated by the former king of the great realm and imprisoned in the prison of the Galaxy Patrol.

Both empires have gods behind them, so naturally one is strong and the other is weak.

Closer to home.

Alien headhunters explained what happened in the past [-] years. It is generally the story of Kurds slowly delegating power and cultivating the heir to the empire, Frieza. Frieza cultivated his own power, and began to encroach on other powers and open up territories.

The interstellar dark web was targeted by Frieza more than ten years ago.

This gray area that is not under the jurisdiction of any empire has actually become a thorn in the eyes of the two empires, and both the Kurds and the Galactic Patrol have attacked it.

The Kurds don't have the resources to deal with the Dark Web, and the Galactic Patrol isn't manned enough.

But Frieza was different, Leng Touqing insisted on chasing the dark web for several years.

"Brother, our life is not easy now!" The alien headhunter sighed heavily: "Most of the industries have been destroyed by Frieza, we are hiding, and sometimes we don't even dare to make money to support our family."

The 'leader' wanted to fart your mother, there were two beautiful ladies sitting beside you just now.

"I need help!" The 'leader' was silent for a long time, but still insisted on his opinion.

The alien headhunter frowned, feeling that the leader of this low-level civilization was a little ignorant.

I've said all this, and you still ask for help!

I can't even protect myself!

If the other party hadn't had friendship with him, he would have lost his temper.

He still wanted to find an excuse to postpone, but he didn't expect Platon's next sentence to immediately arouse his interest.

"I use Platon civilization as a reward, in exchange for a high-level fighter to make a move!" The 'leader' gritted his teeth, as if squeezing the words out of his teeth.

The alien headhunter hurriedly said, "Are you sure?"

How much is a civilization worth?

The four planets can be used for trafficking, and tens of billions of people can be slaves.

This sale...

Earned!

After the 'leader' said this, he put down his hands as if he was exhausted, and said in pain: "Don't make me change my mind!"

The alien headhunter burst into laughter, and quickly patted his chest in agreement.

"Customer is God, just wait, I will contact you with a master!"

After speaking, he hung up the contact directly, and excitedly searched his network.

In the previous communication, he did not deceive the leader. The dark web is not easy now, but this is the case, and only some people need money more urgently.

Today's interstellar warrior.

Either choose the Frozen Empire or the Galactic Empire, there is no third way to go!

But there are still some fighters who are unwilling to bow down and want to break through the world with their own strength. The aliens searched for a long time, and finally found the information of a soldier who is not dead and has not joined any forces.

...

West Milky Way, Nanpu Star.

"That's the way it is. This time we can make a lot of money. I've already sent you the coordinates..."

"A civilization!! That's a civilization. I only get one point for this profit, two points for the platform, and the remaining seven points are all yours!"

"Let's go quickly, if the customer is gone, the business will be gone!"

call ended.

The warrior who had placed high hopes trembled and put his hands on the communicator with his teeth chattering.

This planet used for vacation has already been littered with corpses, volcanoes have erupted, the land has cracked, and tsunamis have rolled. Standing in front of the warriors is a mighty and powerful man.

"My lord, Frieza-sama!"

The soldier plopped and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the young version of Frieza who was at the front of the strong, and wept endlessly: "I am willing to join the empire and fight for you, please forgive me this time!"

It was very unfortunate.