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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0231_part_02
Chapter 509
chapter 0231 part 2
Even the divine sense that had just formed showed faint signs of shattering. It seemed they would need at least a year or two to recover.
He lost seventeen silver armored corpses that he had painstakingly refined. Even the Celestial Silver Armored Corpse was almost destroyed.
However, there are gains and losses.
With effort, there is naturally a return. Besides the Reality Stone that the Ancient One had promised, he also gained a divine artifact like the Eternal Flame.
Furthermore, he acquired the corpse of a Hell Lord.
As for how to process Mephisto's corpse, Tang Song already had an idea.
……………
While Boss Tang was cultivating in seclusion,
In the space outside the space gate, Star-Lord sat proudly in the driver's cab of his small spaceship. He was flying slowly forward at the slowest cruising speed, almost like a leisurely trip.
A glass of sparkling wine from the Nova Empire was placed steadily on the driver's seat armrest, emitting a captivating fragrance.
Inside the cramped driver's cab, about two feet to Star-Lord's left, in the small oven, a piece of fresh meat weighing a full three standard pounds was slowly rotating on a mechanical arm. A rich and potent natural meat aroma, so strong it almost made Star-Lord's mouth water so much it almost sprayed out of his nostrils, permeated the entire driver's cab.
"So satisfying! Woohoo, after finishing this business trip, I can get a new spaceship, a much bigger spaceship than Papa Yondu's old junker! Then I can fly back and show off!"
Star-Lord scratched his head and vigorously rubbed his slightly bloated belly.
Looking at his rapidly expanding belly over the past few days with a slightly troubled expression, Star-Lord sighed helplessly but happily:
"The Sovereign are a great place, I like it here. I like doing business with their people, even though they're all arrogant."
"But, as long as there's money to be made, the arrogance of those damn Sovereign people is bearable!"
He squinted his small, deep blue eyes proudly and vigorously scratched the fine hair on his body. Looking back at the driver's cab, which was packed full of various goods, Star-Lord grinned foolishly again.
Star-Lord wasn't a smuggler in the Milky Way Galaxy; he was a Ravager.
(Ravagers are a notorious Mercenary Organization in the Milky Way Galaxy, also known as Marauders or Star Hunters).
Of course, sometimes they also moonlight as vendors of rare goods from the universe.
"But... damn it, a brand new spaceship is too expensive. This time's profit will all have to go into it."
Star-Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, looking hesitant. He pondered for a long time but still couldn't make up his mind. Finally, he could only sigh deeply: "Ah, let the war between the Kree and the Nova Empire continue! They've been fighting for three years, and my deposit has increased fifteenfold! Oh-hoho, there's nothing luckier than this!"
The spaceship, flying forward at a low speed of less than thirty meters per second, slowly skimmed over the surface of a rocky planet.
Star-Lord sighed again. There was nothing he could do; the spaceship's power engine had a small problem. Every time he used the oven to grill food, the engine unit's power would drop directly from full power to less than 0.3%.
This was a very troublesome small problem. However, this Star Zone is an uninhabited area, very safe. Slow is fine!
A crisp sound came from the oven, emitting a captivating rich aroma!
"Mmm! I love the Sovereign!"
Star-Lord first took out an old portable music player, pressed the switch, and started the music.
After the ritual was complete, he carefully took out the meat from the oven. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked the thick layer of grease on the fragrant beef.
"Hmm, of course, in my aesthetic opinion, that High Priestess is a bit ugly with all that gold, but she's very generous. Hmm, wealth covers a hundred uglinesses!"
Rubbing his small palm contentedly, Star-Lord sighed softly: "Generosity? That noble virtue is simply too rare for a woman!"
Unhurriedly, imitating the appearance of those Sovereign nobles, he took out a crumpled white handkerchief made of natural fiber from his pocket. He vigorously wiped his mouth, and Star-Lord swallowed a mouthful of saliva with effort. Opening his mouth, he took a fierce bite of the grilled meat, which was as big as his head.
"Dong" The spaceship shook violently and then suddenly stopped.
Star-Lord's body tilted forward, and the grilled meat, weighing a full three standard pounds, flew out before his eyes. It bounced off the edge of the spaceship's operation console, accurately rebounding and landing in the waste recycler in the corner of the driver's cab.
The heavy waste recycler lid slammed shut, and a burst of high-temperature plasma flame sprayed out. That fragrant piece of beef turned into a wisp of green smoke.
Star-Lord was stunned. Instinctively, he looked around through the porthole. His spaceship had crashed into a floating artificial satellite, part of an entire space fortress.
He yelled in exasperation, and Star-Lord roared helplessly: "Damn it, when did a space fortress appear here..."
Dong, several Iron Robots suddenly pressed tightly against the transparent window of Star-Lord's driver's cab.
Dealing with aliens through space gates sooner or later was something the governments of various countries had long anticipated. It was just that things had gone slightly off track.
It wasn't that the Earth Fleet had found a planet with alien life, but rather that people at the space station had captured a smuggling spaceship.
And a smuggler who looked fat and greasy, was afraid of death, and only cared about money.
Moreover, this smuggler looked no different from an Earthling in appearance.
Being able to communicate was naturally a good thing. Most importantly, the smuggler had a star map in his hand.
The Protection Robots responsible for patrol outside the space station were all from Tang Group.
It was natural and reasonable for the things he sold to have some backdoor systems.
Ivan Vanko learned of this immediately through the Iron Robots and reported it to Lane.
After Lane learned of this matter, he immediately sealed off the information and secretly met with this alien at the first opportunity.
"Buy my star map!" Star-Lord blinked his eyes at Lane: "You probably don't know the value of a star map, and I don't think you can afford the price!"
'Dong dong' a few times, Star-Lord quickly poured himself a full glass of wine. Then he gulped it down.
"How much money can you offer!?"
He poured himself another large glass of wine, gulped it down, took a deep breath, and his small eyes narrowed: "As long as you offer enough money, anything can be discussed! Even if you want Ronan the Accuser's underwear, I can get it for you, provided he wears underwear!"
Lane was very familiar with the expression on Star-Lord's face. People who wanted to make exorbitant demands always had such a strange expression on their faces.
Sighing, Lane slowly said: "So, how much money do you think is appropriate?"
"Hmm... you have to know that a star map is very expensive, very expensive!" Star-Lord's eyes darted around rapidly, his fingers rubbing together.
"Hmm! Very expensive?" Lane's eyes rotated ten times faster than Star-Lord's. He mused, what was the general equivalent value in the Milky Way Galaxy? If you took USD to an alien planet, aliens would probably find it too rough to wipe their rear with.
Gold, its value was probably limited.
Lane lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He called over a subordinate beside him and gave a few instructions. Soon, several white strong men carried in a large wooden crate, which was filled with blue energy cubes.
Seeing these energy cubes,
Star-Lord's eyes went wide. Damn it, didn't Yondu tell him that Earth was just a primary civilization!
What was with this concentration of pure energy crystal blocks?
(end of chapter)
Even the divine sense that had just formed showed faint signs of shattering. It seemed they would need at least a year or two to recover.
He lost seventeen silver armored corpses that he had painstakingly refined. Even the Celestial Silver Armored Corpse was almost destroyed.
However, there are gains and losses.
With effort, there is naturally a return. Besides the Reality Stone that the Ancient One had promised, he also gained a divine artifact like the Eternal Flame.
Furthermore, he acquired the corpse of a Hell Lord.
As for how to process Mephisto's corpse, Tang Song already had an idea.
……………
While Boss Tang was cultivating in seclusion,
In the space outside the space gate, Star-Lord sat proudly in the driver's cab of his small spaceship. He was flying slowly forward at the slowest cruising speed, almost like a leisurely trip.
A glass of sparkling wine from the Nova Empire was placed steadily on the driver's seat armrest, emitting a captivating fragrance.
Inside the cramped driver's cab, about two feet to Star-Lord's left, in the small oven, a piece of fresh meat weighing a full three standard pounds was slowly rotating on a mechanical arm. A rich and potent natural meat aroma, so strong it almost made Star-Lord's mouth water so much it almost sprayed out of his nostrils, permeated the entire driver's cab.
"So satisfying! Woohoo, after finishing this business trip, I can get a new spaceship, a much bigger spaceship than Papa Yondu's old junker! Then I can fly back and show off!"
Star-Lord scratched his head and vigorously rubbed his slightly bloated belly.
Looking at his rapidly expanding belly over the past few days with a slightly troubled expression, Star-Lord sighed helplessly but happily:
"The Sovereign are a great place, I like it here. I like doing business with their people, even though they're all arrogant."
"But, as long as there's money to be made, the arrogance of those damn Sovereign people is bearable!"
He squinted his small, deep blue eyes proudly and vigorously scratched the fine hair on his body. Looking back at the driver's cab, which was packed full of various goods, Star-Lord grinned foolishly again.
Star-Lord wasn't a smuggler in the Milky Way Galaxy; he was a Ravager.
(Ravagers are a notorious Mercenary Organization in the Milky Way Galaxy, also known as Marauders or Star Hunters).
Of course, sometimes they also moonlight as vendors of rare goods from the universe.
"But... damn it, a brand new spaceship is too expensive. This time's profit will all have to go into it."
Star-Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, looking hesitant. He pondered for a long time but still couldn't make up his mind. Finally, he could only sigh deeply: "Ah, let the war between the Kree and the Nova Empire continue! They've been fighting for three years, and my deposit has increased fifteenfold! Oh-hoho, there's nothing luckier than this!"
The spaceship, flying forward at a low speed of less than thirty meters per second, slowly skimmed over the surface of a rocky planet.
Star-Lord sighed again. There was nothing he could do; the spaceship's power engine had a small problem. Every time he used the oven to grill food, the engine unit's power would drop directly from full power to less than 0.3%.
This was a very troublesome small problem. However, this Star Zone is an uninhabited area, very safe. Slow is fine!
A crisp sound came from the oven, emitting a captivating rich aroma!
"Mmm! I love the Sovereign!"
Star-Lord first took out an old portable music player, pressed the switch, and started the music.
After the ritual was complete, he carefully took out the meat from the oven. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked the thick layer of grease on the fragrant beef.
"Hmm, of course, in my aesthetic opinion, that High Priestess is a bit ugly with all that gold, but she's very generous. Hmm, wealth covers a hundred uglinesses!"
Rubbing his small palm contentedly, Star-Lord sighed softly: "Generosity? That noble virtue is simply too rare for a woman!"
Unhurriedly, imitating the appearance of those Sovereign nobles, he took out a crumpled white handkerchief made of natural fiber from his pocket. He vigorously wiped his mouth, and Star-Lord swallowed a mouthful of saliva with effort. Opening his mouth, he took a fierce bite of the grilled meat, which was as big as his head.
"Dong" The spaceship shook violently and then suddenly stopped.
Star-Lord's body tilted forward, and the grilled meat, weighing a full three standard pounds, flew out before his eyes. It bounced off the edge of the spaceship's operation console, accurately rebounding and landing in the waste recycler in the corner of the driver's cab.
The heavy waste recycler lid slammed shut, and a burst of high-temperature plasma flame sprayed out. That fragrant piece of beef turned into a wisp of green smoke.
Star-Lord was stunned. Instinctively, he looked around through the porthole. His spaceship had crashed into a floating artificial satellite, part of an entire space fortress.
He yelled in exasperation, and Star-Lord roared helplessly: "Damn it, when did a space fortress appear here..."
Dong, several Iron Robots suddenly pressed tightly against the transparent window of Star-Lord's driver's cab.
Dealing with aliens through space gates sooner or later was something the governments of various countries had long anticipated. It was just that things had gone slightly off track.
It wasn't that the Earth Fleet had found a planet with alien life, but rather that people at the space station had captured a smuggling spaceship.
And a smuggler who looked fat and greasy, was afraid of death, and only cared about money.
Moreover, this smuggler looked no different from an Earthling in appearance.
Being able to communicate was naturally a good thing. Most importantly, the smuggler had a star map in his hand.
The Protection Robots responsible for patrol outside the space station were all from Tang Group.
It was natural and reasonable for the things he sold to have some backdoor systems.
Ivan Vanko learned of this immediately through the Iron Robots and reported it to Lane.
After Lane learned of this matter, he immediately sealed off the information and secretly met with this alien at the first opportunity.
"Buy my star map!" Star-Lord blinked his eyes at Lane: "You probably don't know the value of a star map, and I don't think you can afford the price!"
'Dong dong' a few times, Star-Lord quickly poured himself a full glass of wine. Then he gulped it down.
"How much money can you offer!?"
He poured himself another large glass of wine, gulped it down, took a deep breath, and his small eyes narrowed: "As long as you offer enough money, anything can be discussed! Even if you want Ronan the Accuser's underwear, I can get it for you, provided he wears underwear!"
Lane was very familiar with the expression on Star-Lord's face. People who wanted to make exorbitant demands always had such a strange expression on their faces.
Sighing, Lane slowly said: "So, how much money do you think is appropriate?"
"Hmm... you have to know that a star map is very expensive, very expensive!" Star-Lord's eyes darted around rapidly, his fingers rubbing together.
"Hmm! Very expensive?" Lane's eyes rotated ten times faster than Star-Lord's. He mused, what was the general equivalent value in the Milky Way Galaxy? If you took USD to an alien planet, aliens would probably find it too rough to wipe their rear with.
Gold, its value was probably limited.
Lane lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He called over a subordinate beside him and gave a few instructions. Soon, several white strong men carried in a large wooden crate, which was filled with blue energy cubes.
Seeing these energy cubes,
Star-Lord's eyes went wide. Damn it, didn't Yondu tell him that Earth was just a primary civilization!
What was with this concentration of pure energy crystal blocks?
(end of chapter)
