The Legend of Hypageton

However, Juggler felt that the news of the Star Alliance might be out of date too early.

The most terrifying chaos, the frenzied weapons dealers, and the greatest crisis in the entire universe seem to be inferior to the scene that Jugula saw just after he arrived at Bavemet, the capital planet of the Imbat Federation.

"You say you can't read, you can't read picture books?"

A pitch-black scepter was placed on the neck of the two-headed cosmonaut. The two sharp corners on the top of the scepter hit the two-headed cosmonaut's Adam's apple at the same time.

"Let me tell you, if you offend big brother, you will have nothing to eat!" One of the two-headed cosmic beings scolded angrily.

"My eldest brother dares to eat the shit of Moge Serpent!"

The onlookers were in awe. The two-headed cosmic beings eat shit on one of the heads, isn't that the same as having two heads nauseated together?

"That's nothing, my boss dares to eat the ultimate magic snake!"

The words of the scepter owner caused a commotion even more.

The Mogi Orochi is an existence standing at the apex of the monster galaxy, dare to eat the ultimate Mogi Orochi?Are you talking nonsense and bragging?On the contrary, the two-headed cosmic man who dared to eat the shit of the mog serpent looked more real.

"Don't listen to my brother's nonsense, he is still a child and doesn't understand anything!"

"We bought this picture book!"

"No, buy two!"

To the dismay of the onlookers, the other head of the two-headed spaceman begged for mercy.

"Hey, it's so boring, show off your ability to eat shit!"

"That's right, that's right, open your mouth to let that dark and sleazy see!"

The owner of the scepter turned his head and stared at the person who said he was dark.

"I bought a hundred copies!" The targeted onlookers calmly took out their shopping receipts and showed off the numbers on them.

Just after consumption, it is tough.

One hundred copies?This is a big customer, so go ahead and say what you like.The master of the scepter withdrew his gaze, and was about to continue making two-headed aliens.

"If the two books are not enough, I still have a few clansmen, I..." The big brother of the two-headed cosmonaut struggled for a while, and finally gritted his teeth.

"I'll buy a hundred copies too!"

The owner of the scepter nodded with satisfaction and said to the staff: "The two-headed spaceman will give one copy of each to his one hundred kin. Go and get two hundred copies from the library."

"Ah?" The two heads of the two-headed cosmic man ahed in unison, isn't it the agreed one hundred books?

"Four hundred! Or eight hundred!"

"Four hundred, four hundred! Let's buy four hundred! Don't add more!"

There was a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd, especially the drinkers who ran out to watch the excitement, as well as the tavern owner, and the Salome dancer.

The two-headed cosmonauts are mercenaries who came here looking for opportunities, and are not the natives of this place.Relying on their status as mercenaries, the two-headed spacemen often harass the shops that are normally open here.

Engage in pornography in decent shops, and read Spring and Autumn in unscrupulous shops.

In the final analysis, there is actually only one reason. The two-headed cosmos can't afford to consume the things in the unscrupulous shops, and they can't beat the boss behind the unscrupulous shops.

Seeing that the two-headed cosmic being suffered a big loss, the neighbors felt as comfortable as if they had eaten a watermelon in summer.

"Thank you for your support, just visit me more in the future, and we will release more exciting and well-made works in the future!"

Jugula silently hid himself in the crowd. He who was usually in a superimposed state of wanting face and shameless, now he has definitely become shameless.

"Is this still the Jeter I know..." Jugula felt that his two teammates were abnormal, one likes to spend money on intelligence as a riddle, and the other...he didn't know what words to use to rely on it. The Terrorist Jeter is gone.

As the most comprehensive fighting force among the messengers of the God of Destruction, the Terrorist Jeter... I just hope that Jeter will keep a low profile and not attract any attention... Jugula thought to himself, and his feet were already slowly rubbing out.

"I am an artificial life, the messenger of the God of Destruction, the cosmic horror, Jeter! Thank you all for coming!"

Snapped!

Jugula covered his face with one hand, turned around and left with his suitcase in the other.As for the connection, just pretend that he never came...

"Yo! That handsome guy over there, at first glance, you look like you have strange bones and extraordinary talents. Do you want to buy a copy and take it back to study?"

"This contains the truth about the operation of the universe!"

Juggler pretended not to see the Terrorist, but the eyes of the Terrorist Jeter were not white.

With the support of keen insight, and the greeting from the Bud star in advance, Jeter recognized Jugula at a glance, but he had to finish his own sales first, so he postponed the meeting until now.

Faced with the enthusiastic sales pitch from Jett, Jagger told what he thought was the last lie in his life.

It can even be compared to "Kay, I won't help you anymore", and "I love you, dark circle".

"Sorry, I'm blind."

"That Salome dancer over there, your skirt is too short, and there are blind people here!"

Jagula: "Where is it?"

Just like that, in one of the most chaotic cities in Bavemet, the capital of the Imbat Federation, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jugula, who had come all the way from the Star Alliance with a mission, was robbed just like that.

Chapter 448 Does the guest officer eat Bandao noodles or wontons?

"Although Bader Foreign Trade Company was established not long ago, their boss has a very profound background and has a lot of influence in the gray area. He can often get high-quality goods there at extremely low prices."

After Jugula completed a series of security inspections and confirmed that there were no eavesdropping and tracking methods left by the Star Alliance or other forces on his body, he was invited into the Terrorist Jeter's stronghold.

Recalling the words that the Star Region Governor Rebeger said before he left when he asked him to dispel his guard about the origin of these supplies, Jugula suddenly laughed out loud.

The winning bid at an extremely low price, and the relationship in the gray area... Hey, Jugula looked at the mountains of goods piled up in the stronghold, many of which were luxury items that only high-level members of the Star Alliance could buy.

Those products with extremely low prices may be given to the Bard Stars by the terrorist Jeter in the gray area. For the Bard Stars, they are doing business without cost. Can the price not be low? ?

On the side of the Terrorist Jeter, he can use the money sent by the Bard Stars and the supplies of the Star Alliance to achieve his own goals, and at the same time send some information about the Imbat Federation to the Bard Stars.

Compared with other methods of message transmission, the light bond based on Noah's Dawn not only has no lag, but also allows the Bard star to communicate with the Terrorist Jeter in real time. Under the command of the Bard Starman, the Terrorist Jeter Can get more targeted news.

Based on this information, the Bard Stars can determine what commodities are generally needed in the sphere of influence of the Imbat Federation and the surrounding Interstellar Alliance. After several "accurate judgments", the Bard Stars also made their name in the chamber of commerce , There is a faint tendency to become the leader.

The two of them have almost formed a complete industrial chain, and there is no need to worry about the kind of funds being broken, because no one has invested in it from the beginning, and it is all brought in by "sponsorship".

"The Star Alliance and the Imbat Federation are simply natural platforms for you."

The Star Alliance only cares about profit, and the Bards who do business without capital and don’t care about cost are naturally at ease; the Imbate Federation only values ​​strength. From Jugula’s point of view, there seems to be no one in the entire Imbate Federation who is stronger than the terrorist Jeter. Great guy.

When the time comes, stop and ask, do you want Bandao noodles or wontons?Money comes in swishy swish.

"I am the messenger of the God of Destruction. No matter what I do, I must be the strongest." The terrorist Jeter was noncommittal. In his opinion, if you can't do your best in a certain thing, you will lose it. Not only his own face, but the face of the god of destruction.

"It's great to have your own pursuit..."

Juggler sighed, he also wanted to have a goal that he tried his best to pursue like the Terrorist Jeter, but he was not a ruthless person who abandoned all emotions after all.

"Tell me about your mission. Is it to assassinate the chairman of the Imbat military council or to blow up the capital planet Buffmet?"

Jet, the terror man, looked at Jagula who was sighing to himself. He thought that the Star Alliance had issued some too difficult tasks, so he immediately waved his hand and said that he could do anything.

The Terrorist Jeter was still willing to help Jugula for the chance to eliminate the wanted warrant on his body.

In the past, Jeter might have thought that the arrest warrant was very interesting, and could attract all kinds of powerful bounty hunters and powerful people from official organizations. After an hour and 29 minutes, Jeter, the Terrorist, has a radical change in his views on this aspect.

"No, no, you are a bit too extreme! Please don't do this!"

Other people's starburst may only be through the anti-chaos celestial weapon, but the terrorist Jeter can completely explode the star with his own strength.

Jugula immediately dissuaded the Terrorist who was now taking care of him, for fear that he would arouse the instinct of destroying and fighting artificial life forms.At that time, let alone the Imbat Federation, it is estimated that the Star Alliance will not be able to withstand it, so they can only invite the God of Destruction to descend.

"You are just boring, think about this and that, if you want to do something, do it!"

Terrorist Jet slapped Juggler on the back, almost sending him flying.

Jugula: "If you act lightly, maybe I will thank you for your enlightenment..."

"You're welcome, everything goes to the glory of the God of Destruction." Jet, the terror man, almost had the word "praise me" written on his face.

"You are really welcome..."

After lingering for a while, the demon-terrorist Jet led Jakula into a secret room.

"Bud, are you done with that meeting?"

Just as Juggler locked the door, he heard the loud voice of the Terrorist Jeter.

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, I just finished arguing with someone, and my brain is going to explode!"

From the God of Destruction breath of the Terrorist Jeter, a holographic projection of the Bard Star emerged.

"Ahem, now let me tell you about my mission."

Jugula recounted everything the governor had told him, and finally mentioned that the governor didn't know that an agent named Saji Tali was also involved in the arrest of him.

"In short, it's just to trouble the space weapons merchant Ferraris, snatch the Life Fruit, and then save a person named Bilanchi, right?"

Terrorist Jeter briefly summarized what Juggler was going to do, and took a rag to wipe his scepter.

"Easy, I know where that bull Ferrari is."

"Oh? Really? That's really sleepy and there is a pillow!" Jugula was overjoyed, it was good to have a network, and he didn't need to bother to find it.

At this moment, all the previous opinions on the Bards and the Terrorist Jeter have all been cut out by Jugula.

"Naturally, I'm planning to go to him to collect utility bills."

Juggler: ...

He seems to have cut it a little too early.

"Have Ferraris offended you?" Jagula pointed at the Bader Star and the Terrorist Jet at the same time. Intelligence and force have always acted together in the general direction.

Letting the Terrorist Jeter focus on it must have delayed the way for the Bad Stars to collect information and make money.

"Oh, I just heard that he wants to start an interstellar war. How can we find information after all the wars?"

The phantoms of the Bad Stars turned their fingers downward one by one and said: "There is no news about the Shade Stars so far. We only know that they are in the Imbat Federation."

"In addition to the vortex of time that has no news at all, neither the Interstellar Alliance nor the Imbat Federation has any records that have been publicly circulated. If you want to find it, you can only use your thoughts from the floating population of the universe, or check the confidential files..."

Juggler: "...It's good, you haven't forgotten what you are going to do."

Chapter 449 The Snail Jumping on One Leg

In a desert on Baphomet, the capital planet of the Imbat Federation, Jagula and Jet, the terrifying demon man, each sat on the back of a huge snail, slowly hopping on one leg towards a certain destination.

"Didn't I say, didn't you say you knew where Ferraris was? Why didn't we just fly there?"

"Is there some special ceremony?"

Jagula endured it again and again until the snail stopped for the fifth time to rest and avoid the blazing sun, and finally couldn't help asking.

The single-leg jumping speed of the special snail on the edge of the desert was barely faster than his walking speed, but the time spent resting completely wiped out the negligible advantage brought by the speed.

Most people would not choose to use this kind of snail as a travel tool, let alone choose a destination in the desert.

"You don't understand, it takes a sense of ritual to find someone at your door."

"There's no sense of ritual after riding a snail!" Jugula took out a bottle of water from the snail's backpack, and took a sip carefully.It's not that he cherishes water resources too much, but that he is afraid of accidentally choking water into his nose when the snail jumps up.

The Terrorman Jet was not as impatient as Juggla. He just kept creating more Jettons in his own small space and at the same time told Jagged specific information.

"Falaris, a cosmic weapon merchant, used the ruins of a city called Yiyan City in the depths of the desert to build his own lawless zone."

According to the legends of the local residents of Baphomet, it was once the residence of the demon god who ruled this land.

Nomads near there would often go missing, and when someone plucked up the courage to go to Prosthetic Eye City to look for them, they would often only find some fragmented bodies in the outermost desert.

Over time, there were rumors among the nomads that there was a cannibal demon living in the city of Yiyan, and no one dared to approach the center of that wasteland.

Now it seems that it was just the Colosseum held by the Interstellar Alliance at that time, where the indigenous slaves were captured everywhere for fun.

"Not long ago, I received an unsigned post, which said that a brave event will be held in Yiyan City in the near future. Only the strongest villains can get the genetic factor bomb made with the fruit of life." Horror Renjiete searched in his own small space, and took out a piece of wrinkled paper, on which was written the content of the grand event and the way to go to Yiyan City.

"Only a snail that can jump on one leg knows where Faralis' Prosthetic Eye City is." The terrorist Jeter said calmly. eye city.

As for where the specific artificial eye city is, Jeter himself is not very clear. He has also flown across the wasteland several times, but found nothing.

Jugula: "That's right. If the location of the Prosthetic Eye City could be found that easily, Faralis would have been beheaded by the Star Alliance or the Imbat Federation long ago."

In addition to the two major interstellar forces, there are colleagues like the Bard Stars who want to trouble the cosmic weapon dealers. If you are not careful, Faralis will have been killed long ago, and you can't wait for Jugula to come today. look for him.

"But even you know that Faralis is going to hold a grand event in the Prosthetic Eye City, and the Star Alliance has also obtained information about forbidden weapons related to the Fruit of Life. Judging from Faralis' cautious style, he shouldn't have done this. ?”