Miss Serena's daily rent collection in American comics

Time goes back to about two weeks ago...

"Although we ended up having some unpleasantness with the guy who called himself the conqueror, it's all over now! Our destiny will ultimately be in our own hands. So the above are all the issues of this meeting. Then we will have a welcome party next. Does anyone need to make additional reports now? If not, let's start celebrating."

After finishing the parliamentary session, the political commissar returned to his seat and picked up the coffee beside him and started drinking.

The mustache-wearing man with glasses flipped through the report several times and nodded. Ao Guanhai didn't say anything. He was operating the satellite, so he could leave the questions to others. The first and sixteenth generations looked around the retro decoration inside the mothership with great interest. The combination from the Victorian era did not make them feel pedantic, but rather a bright feeling. Leaders and diplomats from various countries all had gloomy faces. Indeed, this organization that was above all order made their sense of crisis even more serious.

"Anti-human! This is totally anti-human!"

After reading the report, the emperor was so angry that he pounded the table with his fists. The long sandalwood table made a loud bang as he hit it, which made people realize more deeply that this was a man who could fight a black bear in hand-to-hand combat.

"Is there no way to stop memes? If the World Health Organization continues to stop the virus, the threatened virus will completely degenerate into a meme! The danger level has not decreased at all. What about the promised degeneration? Are we just going to watch it infect the whole world? Researching and cracking it will cause it to change and end human civilization ahead of time. But if we leave it alone and wait until the storm surge comes next month, the whole world will still suffer!"

He hated the bastards under the Conqueror to the core. If he hadn't been visiting Ukraine, which he had flattened in the war, he would have died in Moscow.

How could the fighting nation tolerate the hydrogen bomb being dropped on the capital? Seeing him so angry, Stalin on the side didn't know how to comfort him. As a senior who joined the "travelers" group a long time ago, he had also encountered situations where he helped the enemy country to attack his own country, or helped his own country to overturn the whole world. He could fully understand this feeling. In addition to the group of non-"travelers" rulers on this earth, the people present here from various parallel universes or quasi-real worlds have more or less experienced this situation.

They are butchers who kill without blinking an eye. They are also heroes of a certain country, a certain nation, a certain world, or they simply want to satisfy their own "pleasure". But when it comes to killing, these law-abiding time travelers are not even worthy of carrying shoes for the beasts of the "Conqueror" team. Nova bombs are super weapons, also known as Q bombs. Only one shot can destroy an entire planet. The "Conqueror Kang" has dropped countless Nova bombs in the Starship Troopers world. Red matter can create black holes. In the Star Trek universe, the mission given to them is to defeat the Federation.

Not to mention the beating of Starkiller in the Star Wars world. Although Darth Vader joined the "travelers" camp in the end and everything came to nothing, the number of lives lost by those "conquerors" was probably more than that of the indigenous people of the Earth.

"How long are you going to keep dithering?"

At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open. The voice of a man wearing a helmet and dressed in black caused several diplomats to exclaim.

"Are you really going backwards as time goes by? You don't even know how to fight a war."

Starkiller said as he took out his lightsaber. A flash of red light appeared and the decorative vase in the corner broke into two pieces.

"We have plenty of people. Even if not all of us are here now, Albert can send us to any place at any time with Klein's teleportation. Even if we are on a mission in other worlds, the Second Method can bring us there with just one word. We are just dealing with a group of zombies transformed from civilians. Don't think I don't know that Lemaitre showed mercy when he fought against my army. Even if something is out of control, can't we just let Schrödinger turn it into an unstable state and observe another result? Gabriel can restart the universe. Although large-scale wars are still fresh in our memory, it seems that you have completely forgotten how to fight small-scale battles."

Looking at the murderous Darth Vader, the guards brought by other permanent members of the Security Council didn't know what to do. Even with guns in their hands, the terrifying aura still made them terrified.

"Oh? Then what do you say we should do?"

Mars raised his eyebrows with interest. This warrior from the Iliad was also sitting at the side seat of the conference table.

"It's very simple. Use force to suppress them. First, make them afraid, then drive them crazy. People will do all kinds of irrational things when they are afraid. If one person is exposed, kill him. If two are exposed, kill them both. We have plenty of weapons of mass destruction. We can just use a Star Destroyer or a Death Star Fortress to launch a missile at Mars or Venus. It will definitely cure the disease."

Starkiller put away his lightsaber and laughed a little creepily. Hearing what he said, the big boss and several other national leaders frowned deeply.

Crazy militarists, that's what they all feel...

“It’s easy to say, but hard to do.”

The man known as the God of War chuckled and shook his head at Darth Vader's words.

"You know, we are not suitable for small-scale battles now. If we are entangled in a very small area by a large number of enemies and cannot destroy it by force, it will be a headache for us. Although I also support the method of destroying and then rebuilding, the result is that we pay more than we get. When it comes to the view of war, we have always put interests first. If it can't bring me benefits, then this war is meaningless."

"I agree with Mars on this."

The words of the God of War resonated with many time travelers present. Upon hearing this, Star Killer lowered his head and thought for a moment, then snorted coldly and left through the gate.

"Since it's a matter of interest, I don't care about it anymore. But don't forget what I said. If you fall into a passive position in the war, the loss will be much greater than the loss of breaking and then rebuilding."

Seeing that the man who brought strong oppression to people finally left, the Earth natives, who were ordinary people, breathed a sigh of relief. They had seen enough unscientific events that challenged their worldviews. Now they would not be surprised to know that the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier under their feet was actually a floating carrier. After all, the group of Decepticons on the deck outside had already hinted at the extraordinary nature of this battleship.

"And one more thing."

Suddenly Starkiller opened the door again and stuck his head in, making the guard's eyelids jump again.

"You'd better start the welcome party quickly, otherwise I may not be able to guarantee the normal use of this venue. I have killed the new blue-haired woman twice in a row."

'Clap. '

At that moment, the political commissar slapped him in the face.

"Didn't I tell you to ignore the newcomers? Esdeath is not a problem that can be solved by killing her once or twice. Fortunately, the others didn't make trouble, otherwise the battleship would definitely not be saved."

"Hey, hey, hey, if you want to hit it, do it from a distance. This is American property. If it gets damaged, the government will be held responsible."

Ao Guanhai and Chuan Jianguo beside him were a little panicked. The former president was too lazy to play with his tablet and quickly followed Darth Vader out.

Seeing that the initiator of this meeting had left, the other leaders were too lazy to sit here and stood up. The political commissar nodded to the members of the time traveler party, and the group left the meeting room one after another, led by the director.

However, only the visitors from Earth knew what they were thinking. As for the other represented humans, I am afraid that they would not know anything about this meeting except for the government's personal statement.

"We should also initiate a global conference afterwards."

The political commissar said as he walked.

"This time it's just the five permanent members of the Security Council. We'll have to call on the United Nations as well, otherwise the war configuration will be affected. If the benefits and costs are no longer proportional, we might actually blow up the earth to achieve the 'highest return' condition."

The instructions have been given, and it is clear what to do next...

"Tsk, this is really messy."

The corners of my eyes twitched as I looked at the half-demolished venue. The food that had been prepared was all over the floor, and the decorations that had been prepared long ago were now in a mess. I couldn't help but rub my stomach, and I felt a twitch in my abdomen, and then I felt a slight stomachache...

Maybe from now on...I will have to keep stomach medicine on hand.

The political commissar thought so. He had never realized that this day would come. He was just a not-so-famous EVE player. He had never thought that he would become a senior manager one day, with countless time travelers under him...

How many people are there in this team that broke with the conquerors and set up its own team?

One million? Two million?

Although their respective systems had unilaterally stopped recruiting people after the third batch of natives were invited to become traversers, it was really confusing to suddenly throw a few newcomers to them this time.

He didn't know exactly how many time travelers there were in this multiverse.

Because there are inevitably some lone wolves who don't like to interact with others, and some who think that they will be restricted after joining the team and do not join other traversers in forming a team. But at least in this team called "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Explosive Monk Group", their members are exactly 1.8 million. Yes, it is an integer. Because the Sun Knight, who is also a member of the management, is actually an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Only a few people who are very familiar with him know this. But now, the newcomer suddenly pulled in by the system has destroyed this integer formation. Maybe the chairman has not been able to sleep well recently because of this reason...

If we don't mention the first generation of time travelers who were forcibly pulled out of the original world by "Conqueror Kang", then there are also a lot of lone wolves and independent people among the second generation and even the third generation of indigenous people who have developed into time travelers.

Those famous lone wolves are often encountered in the mission world, and there are also many small groups of independent players. However, since more than 10 people will trigger the legion war, all independent teams that encounter the "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Explosive Monk Group" will eventually choose to join them. In the circle of traversers themselves, their popularity is almost high enough to be known to everyone. It seems that it is not impossible to form a traverser alliance and rule the multiverse one day. After all, a group of senior executives did statistics when they were bored.

Now, apart from the group of die-hard fans under Conqueror Kang, 7% of the time travelers are in the Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Hardworking Monks, no matter if they are big guys with single-digit UIDs or newcomers with seven-digit UIDs. The rest are just the ones they haven't met, or they are simply lone wolves who don't want to join.

"Mokti..."

The cold air had not yet condensed when it was interrupted by the gushing force. The blue-haired woman standing on the iceberg flew backwards as if she had been hit by a train, and was torn into pieces and crushed into a mosaic of red unknown objects by the invisible force in the air like a rag doll.

"Tsk."

The political commissar raised his eyebrows again. Several leaders beside him turned pale, and the diplomats who followed him even retched. The guards were relatively good, but they all looked embarrassed. After a few seconds, the blue-haired woman appeared in the hall again. When she was about to rush towards Starkiller, the sergeant on the side reached out and held her down.

"That's enough. The gap between you two is already obvious. Look at the mess you've made. How are you going to hold the next banquet?"

Esdeath, from the anime "Kill! Akame ga Kill", is a super sadistic queen who likes war and hates no war... She is the most time-traveling time traveler. Of course, this statement is essentially a play on the Rick and Morty meme.

However, when they were discussing the mechanism for recruiting members to the system, the senior executives mentioned this woman, but until the last batch of members recruited by the system entered, they did not see the woman.

This matter puzzled them for a long time, and even the magical conch did not give an answer. As a result, she was regarded as a shame of the system and complained about in countless worlds. Now the system suddenly came online and immediately pulled this woman in! And it seems...

"One of his arms is broken, and there are still lines on his body... Can you even use a dead person as a time traveler?"

Panci Fox said what he wanted to say in advance beside the political commissar, but because of his loud voice, a group of leaders from various countries who had never watched anime were confused, and Esdeath also looked here, with her ice-blue eyes showing interest...

(PS: The classic scene is full of stars!)

(PS2: The time traveler is in a state of disarray, while the protagonist is still thinking about how to kill all the people she dislikes at once...)

(PS3: Then he stretched out a hand, put it in the bowl and started waiting for the ticket.)

Chapter 157 The Time Travelers’ Banquet

"what?"

When she moved her body, she found that the hand on her shoulder was like a heavy weight. Esdeath was surprised. Although the man was wearing armor that she didn't recognize and she didn't feel any threat from him, from now on, his strength seemed to be no weaker than that of the humanoid imperial weapon called Susanoo! He could come to her side silently, and his strength could suppress her unilaterally. She was not injured by mistake in the previous battle. Now, she could feel the sense of crisis after a long time after getting close to him... This man is not simple!

"Because you're new here, there are some unwritten things you may not know."

Ao Guanhai said with a smile as he took a bottle of Lafite and started drinking.

"In our group, if the ID number difference is more than 1000, the level will be at least three blocks apart. If the difference is more than 3, then you can't do anything about it. Although a guy like you who has strength in himself can ignore this kind of thing, do you know who are the people standing here?"

After pouring himself a glass of wine, Ao Guanhai cordially entertained the leaders of several other countries, even though he was no longer the President of the United States.

"What you think of as a fight is actually just them getting bored of waiting and playing with you."

Fat Fox came to Esdeath, looked her up and down, and then chuckled.

"Like this man."

As she spoke, she pointed at the Master Chief.

"He traveled across the universe in his physical body, broke through the gravitational field of an asteroid at an altitude of 172,000 kilometers, and forcibly landed on Reach, smashing a hole in the continental shelf. You may not understand what the universe, asteroids, gravitational fields, and continental shelves mean, but you will understand them in the future. But did you see the short-necked man smoking and watching the show over there? He was our strongest commando. During the World War, he broke through seven Allied defense lines by himself. If the mission had not been stopped at the end, he might have fought his way into the capital. The Eight-Nation Alliance fought against Chris and was completely defeated."

Chris grinned when he heard Panci Fox's voice, waved at this side, and continued to stand there playing with his mobile phone and smoking.

“It always feels like I’m listening to a story.”

The corners of Esdeath's eyes twitched a little. The sergeant was called away by the prophet, but now she felt the burning pain in her shoulder where it was pinched, and her whole arm was powerless. Well, now the arm that was still there is also useless.

"What about those guys? You went to a meeting earlier, right? Are they the rulers here? The king? The ministers? The generals?"

"There is no king, but the few who came from Earth should be counted. The largest country should have a land area nearly a hundred times that of the empire. There are ministers, including the guy with a stomachache before. There are many others, but some did not come. As for the generals..."

Suddenly, Fat Fox left the secret.

"Guess how many generals are here?"

"You're definitely not."

Hearing this, Esdeath simply shook her head.

"What do you mean?! Let me tell you, everyone here is a high-ranking official!"

"So, they are all generals?"

"Eh?!"

Panci Fox, who just realized that he was being tricked, covered his forehead with his hands, not knowing what to do. Wasn't it said that a fighting maniac has a low IQ?

"That man."

The queen narrowed her eyes slightly and showed an excited expression.

"What kind of deeds did he do?"

"Which man are you talking about?"

Fat Fox pretended that he didn't know who the other person was talking about.

"There are many men here. The one who spoke to you before was called Ao Guanhai, who was once the president, which is equivalent to the king in your place. The two men in Zhongshan suits walking with them are successful revolutionaries, which is equivalent to the founding emperors in your place. Except for the ones who came from Earth and are not very powerful, the rest all have two-digit and three-digit IDs. My ID is four digits, which is relatively late compared to theirs. But if it is the man who killed you several times before, his ID is eight digits like yours, with a difference of only 1000. But like you, he has extraordinary power before entering, but he has become one of our high-end combat forces here."