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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0404_part_02
Chapter 976
chapter 0404 part 2
These **Toad** were pulling black-haired camel-like beasts, their backs all loaded with full bundles.
On a triangular Shuttle located in the middle of the team, a morbidly obese alien fat **Toad** moved his body, which weighed over eight hundred pounds, with some difficulty, leaning out the **Window** to look.
Also native **Toad**, if Diego was a soybean, then this fat **Toad** with yellowish-brown **Skin** and a face full of bumps was a large Potato.
His eyes, narrowed into slits, monitored the camel team below to prevent the Slave from stealing his wealth. He was completely unaware that with his movement, the entire Shuttle suddenly sank heavily, plummeting towards the **Ground**. If the Shuttle's **Pilot** hadn't pulled up urgently, this Shuttle would have almost crashed directly.
The **Pilot** driving the Shuttle almost cursed out loud, but when he saw the Energy Gun by the fat **Toad**'s hand through the Rearview mirror, he instantly shut his mouth again!
"There are too many people!"
The intense High Temperature made the inside of the Shuttle feel like a steam cage. The fat **Toad** pulled a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his **Forehead** repeatedly. Despite the intense weather, he still had no intention of letting the **Pilot** turn on the cooling Equipment on the Shuttle.
What's wrong with being hot? Turning on the cooling Equipment isn't a waste of Energy Source! The fat **Toad** looked at the camel team below through the Shuttle's Glass, smacking his lips.
Although that Safety **Base** could accommodate thousands of people, if he could save the Supplies for these few hundred people, when the situation passed, selling the saved Supplies would be another sum of Money.
The fat **Toad**'s eyes under his eyelids rolled around, and he began to calculate in his **Heart**.
But he couldn't act now. He still needed these Slave to help him transport the wealth he had accumulated over the years to that Safety **Base**. Thinking of this, the fat **Toad** couldn't help but look at the Fortress Ship hanging overhead. How much Money must such a large **Spaceship** be worth? If this **Spaceship** were his...
Just as the fat **Toad** was lost in fantasy, the camel team walking in the **Sand** suddenly experienced an Incident. The black-haired camel beasts all went mad, refusing to take another step no matter how the Slave pulled or whipped them. Many camel beasts even pulled the Slave back repeatedly.
The Hissing of the camel beasts and the shouting of the Slave woke the fat **Toad** from his fantasy. He immediately stuck his **Head** out and shouted loudly, "Zabu! What's going on?"
A burly **Big man** with indigo **Skin** and four arms was whipping a camel beast that refused to move forward. Hearing the fat **Toad**'s words, he quickly put down his whip, looked up, and replied, "**Old Master** Hatai, these camel beasts are startled by something and refuse to move forward!"
The fat **Toad** retracted his head back into the Shuttle and said to the **Pilot**, "Have Unit Two go ahead and scout to see if there's any danger ahead. Tell everyone to prepare the onboard Energy Cannon for charging!"
When he said "charging", the fat **Toad**'s face, full of fat, trembled with heartache. Was the Energy Cannon firing pulse Energy Beam? No, it was Money. Every Energy Beam fired was Money.
Great Frog God above, please, please don't let us encounter Enemy!
The fat **Toad** silently offered a Prayer in his **Heart**. As for whether that Frog God would protect him, the fat **Toad** held no hope in his **Heart**.
After all, that Frog God had been eliminated by the **Nova Empire**'s warship thousands of years ago! Back then, this **Planet** wasn't so desolate. There were wetlands everywhere with lush water Grass. Their Frogman Race lived on this **Planet**. But unexpectedly, a star **Expedition Team** discovered the rare **ore** of red **Crystal** on this **Planet**.
Thus, a large number of **Nova Empire** Mining Industry **Lord** came rushing in, drawn by the Taste. They blasted mountains and rocks, mining extensively. Rivers were diverted, and large areas of wetlands turned into deserts.
Many Frogmen died unnatural deaths. The Behavior of these Mining Industry **Lord** completely enraged the Frog God that their Frogman Race believed in. In a fit of rage, that Frog God completely destroyed several **Mining Area** and massacred thousands of **Nova Empire** Mining Industry **Lord**. This **Planet** briefly returned to its original state, but soon the **Nova Empire** dispatched a full Fleet. Facing the concentrated Firepower of the Fleet, the mountain-sized Frog God was directly riddled like a sieve.
The reason the fat **Toad** knew about this was because his ancestors were once one of the Frog God's **Priest**. It was precisely by relying on the blessings of his ancestors that he was able to accumulate so much wealth and become one of the richest people on the entire **Planet**.
Of course, regarding the Frog God's Mural and images left by his ancestors, the fat **Toad** only saw them as stories. What Frog God? Just a powerful **Creature**. How could it contend with a **Spaceship**?
And destroying two **Nova Empire** warships? In the fat **Toad**'s view, this was just a fantasy born from his ancestors' blind worship of the Frog God. However, it was precisely because he was born into a noble **Priest** **Family/Clan** that he was able to accumulate such a large fortune by relying on those Followers.
Those fools, they would rather tighten their belts, not eat or drink, than offer the red **Crystal** they dug up before the Frog God.
And the only Sculpture of the Frog God on the entire **Planet** was in the **Church** he funded to build. Those shiny red **Crystal**, rather than being offered to the Frog God, were better said to be offered to him.
To fool those idiots, praising the Frog God became the words he always had on his lips. So, when encountering danger, the fat **Toad**'s conditioned reflex was to Prayer to the Frog God.
It seemed that the Frog God who died thousands of years ago was really protecting his Followers. Soon, the Shuttle scouting ahead sent back Information.
"**Old Master**, we found a team ahead, looks like they're also Refugees!"
Hearing the **Pilot**'s words, the fat **Toad** immediately perked up: "How many people? How much cargo did they bring? Do they have Weapons!"
From the fat **Toad**'s questions, it was not difficult to see his plan. He wanted to loot them to make up for his Loss!
"Less than a hundred people, no camel team seen, and no Aircraft. They should be a group of Refugees!"
"A bunch of poor devils!" As soon as the fat **Toad** heard there was no profit, his **Body** slumped back into the Seat: "Don't bother with them, keep going!"
"Tang, what exactly is your Cube for?"
The Refugees team followed behind Abad in silence, trudging towards the **Spaceship** that represented hope.
**Rocket Raccoon**, unable to stand the oppressive atmosphere, couldn't help but lean towards **Tang Song**, examining the Cube in his hand.
Along the way, he noticed that **Tang Song** had been looking at the Cube in deep thought, as if he had encountered a problem. The self-proclaimed smartest Raccoon stared at the Cube for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was for.
**Tang Song** reached out and touched his **Head**, saying, "I plan to build a central management system. It needs to integrate teleportation, Mission publishing, reward exchange, and Supplies collection..."
"So you want to open a **Mercenary** **Company**?" **Rocket Raccoon** immediately understood upon hearing **Tang Song**'s words, and then said, "Then what you need is a Supercomputer and Channel. **Groot** and I have experience in this area. We've dealt with many **Mercenary** **Company**!"
"I am **Groot**!" **Groot** agreed, waving a branch, clearly endorsing **Rocket Raccoon**'s words.
**Tang Song** smiled without speaking. What he wanted to create was not a **Mercenary** **Company**, but to Simulation that Main God Orb of Light, building a Mission **Space** spanning across myriad **World**s to collect Resource for himself.
Of course, this was just his idea. The difficulty involved, simply how to teleport Manpower into different **World**s, was a major challenge.
The Space Gem, the **South Heavenly Gate**, were fine within one **Universe**. Trying to cross the **Chaos Sea**, he had tried, and it was impossible.
The Mother Box, obviously, if the Mother Box could cross the **Chaos Sea**, then **Darkseid**'s Parademon Army wouldn't have been delayed and unseen for so long.
The **Quantum Tunnel**, this was a **Method**. He had once calculated that the reason the **Avengers** from **Another Universe** could travel to other **Universe**s through the **Quantum Tunnel** was likely because the inside of the **Quantum Tunnel** had undergone some unknown mutation due to that great battle three hundred million years ago.
If it was really like the components of the **Main God Barracks**, then where would it be? The microscopic quantum **World**. Searching for a needle in a haystack to find something in there.
(End of chapter)
These **Toad** were pulling black-haired camel-like beasts, their backs all loaded with full bundles.
On a triangular Shuttle located in the middle of the team, a morbidly obese alien fat **Toad** moved his body, which weighed over eight hundred pounds, with some difficulty, leaning out the **Window** to look.
Also native **Toad**, if Diego was a soybean, then this fat **Toad** with yellowish-brown **Skin** and a face full of bumps was a large Potato.
His eyes, narrowed into slits, monitored the camel team below to prevent the Slave from stealing his wealth. He was completely unaware that with his movement, the entire Shuttle suddenly sank heavily, plummeting towards the **Ground**. If the Shuttle's **Pilot** hadn't pulled up urgently, this Shuttle would have almost crashed directly.
The **Pilot** driving the Shuttle almost cursed out loud, but when he saw the Energy Gun by the fat **Toad**'s hand through the Rearview mirror, he instantly shut his mouth again!
"There are too many people!"
The intense High Temperature made the inside of the Shuttle feel like a steam cage. The fat **Toad** pulled a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his **Forehead** repeatedly. Despite the intense weather, he still had no intention of letting the **Pilot** turn on the cooling Equipment on the Shuttle.
What's wrong with being hot? Turning on the cooling Equipment isn't a waste of Energy Source! The fat **Toad** looked at the camel team below through the Shuttle's Glass, smacking his lips.
Although that Safety **Base** could accommodate thousands of people, if he could save the Supplies for these few hundred people, when the situation passed, selling the saved Supplies would be another sum of Money.
The fat **Toad**'s eyes under his eyelids rolled around, and he began to calculate in his **Heart**.
But he couldn't act now. He still needed these Slave to help him transport the wealth he had accumulated over the years to that Safety **Base**. Thinking of this, the fat **Toad** couldn't help but look at the Fortress Ship hanging overhead. How much Money must such a large **Spaceship** be worth? If this **Spaceship** were his...
Just as the fat **Toad** was lost in fantasy, the camel team walking in the **Sand** suddenly experienced an Incident. The black-haired camel beasts all went mad, refusing to take another step no matter how the Slave pulled or whipped them. Many camel beasts even pulled the Slave back repeatedly.
The Hissing of the camel beasts and the shouting of the Slave woke the fat **Toad** from his fantasy. He immediately stuck his **Head** out and shouted loudly, "Zabu! What's going on?"
A burly **Big man** with indigo **Skin** and four arms was whipping a camel beast that refused to move forward. Hearing the fat **Toad**'s words, he quickly put down his whip, looked up, and replied, "**Old Master** Hatai, these camel beasts are startled by something and refuse to move forward!"
The fat **Toad** retracted his head back into the Shuttle and said to the **Pilot**, "Have Unit Two go ahead and scout to see if there's any danger ahead. Tell everyone to prepare the onboard Energy Cannon for charging!"
When he said "charging", the fat **Toad**'s face, full of fat, trembled with heartache. Was the Energy Cannon firing pulse Energy Beam? No, it was Money. Every Energy Beam fired was Money.
Great Frog God above, please, please don't let us encounter Enemy!
The fat **Toad** silently offered a Prayer in his **Heart**. As for whether that Frog God would protect him, the fat **Toad** held no hope in his **Heart**.
After all, that Frog God had been eliminated by the **Nova Empire**'s warship thousands of years ago! Back then, this **Planet** wasn't so desolate. There were wetlands everywhere with lush water Grass. Their Frogman Race lived on this **Planet**. But unexpectedly, a star **Expedition Team** discovered the rare **ore** of red **Crystal** on this **Planet**.
Thus, a large number of **Nova Empire** Mining Industry **Lord** came rushing in, drawn by the Taste. They blasted mountains and rocks, mining extensively. Rivers were diverted, and large areas of wetlands turned into deserts.
Many Frogmen died unnatural deaths. The Behavior of these Mining Industry **Lord** completely enraged the Frog God that their Frogman Race believed in. In a fit of rage, that Frog God completely destroyed several **Mining Area** and massacred thousands of **Nova Empire** Mining Industry **Lord**. This **Planet** briefly returned to its original state, but soon the **Nova Empire** dispatched a full Fleet. Facing the concentrated Firepower of the Fleet, the mountain-sized Frog God was directly riddled like a sieve.
The reason the fat **Toad** knew about this was because his ancestors were once one of the Frog God's **Priest**. It was precisely by relying on the blessings of his ancestors that he was able to accumulate so much wealth and become one of the richest people on the entire **Planet**.
Of course, regarding the Frog God's Mural and images left by his ancestors, the fat **Toad** only saw them as stories. What Frog God? Just a powerful **Creature**. How could it contend with a **Spaceship**?
And destroying two **Nova Empire** warships? In the fat **Toad**'s view, this was just a fantasy born from his ancestors' blind worship of the Frog God. However, it was precisely because he was born into a noble **Priest** **Family/Clan** that he was able to accumulate such a large fortune by relying on those Followers.
Those fools, they would rather tighten their belts, not eat or drink, than offer the red **Crystal** they dug up before the Frog God.
And the only Sculpture of the Frog God on the entire **Planet** was in the **Church** he funded to build. Those shiny red **Crystal**, rather than being offered to the Frog God, were better said to be offered to him.
To fool those idiots, praising the Frog God became the words he always had on his lips. So, when encountering danger, the fat **Toad**'s conditioned reflex was to Prayer to the Frog God.
It seemed that the Frog God who died thousands of years ago was really protecting his Followers. Soon, the Shuttle scouting ahead sent back Information.
"**Old Master**, we found a team ahead, looks like they're also Refugees!"
Hearing the **Pilot**'s words, the fat **Toad** immediately perked up: "How many people? How much cargo did they bring? Do they have Weapons!"
From the fat **Toad**'s questions, it was not difficult to see his plan. He wanted to loot them to make up for his Loss!
"Less than a hundred people, no camel team seen, and no Aircraft. They should be a group of Refugees!"
"A bunch of poor devils!" As soon as the fat **Toad** heard there was no profit, his **Body** slumped back into the Seat: "Don't bother with them, keep going!"
"Tang, what exactly is your Cube for?"
The Refugees team followed behind Abad in silence, trudging towards the **Spaceship** that represented hope.
**Rocket Raccoon**, unable to stand the oppressive atmosphere, couldn't help but lean towards **Tang Song**, examining the Cube in his hand.
Along the way, he noticed that **Tang Song** had been looking at the Cube in deep thought, as if he had encountered a problem. The self-proclaimed smartest Raccoon stared at the Cube for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was for.
**Tang Song** reached out and touched his **Head**, saying, "I plan to build a central management system. It needs to integrate teleportation, Mission publishing, reward exchange, and Supplies collection..."
"So you want to open a **Mercenary** **Company**?" **Rocket Raccoon** immediately understood upon hearing **Tang Song**'s words, and then said, "Then what you need is a Supercomputer and Channel. **Groot** and I have experience in this area. We've dealt with many **Mercenary** **Company**!"
"I am **Groot**!" **Groot** agreed, waving a branch, clearly endorsing **Rocket Raccoon**'s words.
**Tang Song** smiled without speaking. What he wanted to create was not a **Mercenary** **Company**, but to Simulation that Main God Orb of Light, building a Mission **Space** spanning across myriad **World**s to collect Resource for himself.
Of course, this was just his idea. The difficulty involved, simply how to teleport Manpower into different **World**s, was a major challenge.
The Space Gem, the **South Heavenly Gate**, were fine within one **Universe**. Trying to cross the **Chaos Sea**, he had tried, and it was impossible.
The Mother Box, obviously, if the Mother Box could cross the **Chaos Sea**, then **Darkseid**'s Parademon Army wouldn't have been delayed and unseen for so long.
The **Quantum Tunnel**, this was a **Method**. He had once calculated that the reason the **Avengers** from **Another Universe** could travel to other **Universe**s through the **Quantum Tunnel** was likely because the inside of the **Quantum Tunnel** had undergone some unknown mutation due to that great battle three hundred million years ago.
If it was really like the components of the **Main God Barracks**, then where would it be? The microscopic quantum **World**. Searching for a needle in a haystack to find something in there.
(End of chapter)
