The capital of the Motlo people, a place called Motlo Star.
This is an extremely huge planet, beyond the scope of common sense.
Living on this planet are almost the most powerful group of people in the universe.
Any one of them is the master who stomps his feet in the star field to which he belongs, and the entire star field will shake.
At the same time, these people also provide all the energy needs of the more than 300 billion people of the entire Motlo civilization.
It can be said that these people who combine power, personal might and the future of civilization are the essence of the entire Motlo civilization.
They are the hundred lords of Motlow!
Of course, we are talking about a hundred, but the actual number of lords is far more than a hundred.
Due to Motlo's rapid progress in foreign wars in recent years, the number of lords promoted has exceeded a thousand.
Of course, at the same time, the actual number of star fields controlled by the Motlo people has exceeded a thousand. If calculated based on the actual population of a star field, there are at least 10 billion people.
The population of the huge Motlo Empire has exceeded ten trillion!
This is still calculated as a small amount, and the actual number is only a lot more.
And the fate of these ten trillion people is all in the hands of more than a thousand people in the Motlow Hall.
On this day, as usual, thousands of lords came to the hall for daily discussions.
As soon as the lords entered the hall, they heard a rushing voice coming from a distance.
"Report..."
"Emergency military situation!"
Um?
Seeing the furious look of the messenger, the faces of the big shots present all darkened, and a trace of displeasure rose up on their brows.
How unbecoming it is to make such a noise in the main hall!
This is what most people here thought.
Only a few lords who knew the messenger had a different expression.
They all set their sights on a dark-faced lord who looked no different from an old farmer in the countryside.
Lord Fuller!
It is the direct leader of this messenger.
Each messenger corresponds to a lord, and will only send back information related to this lord.
And what the messenger just said was an urgent military situation...
That is to say.
Is there something wrong with Western Interstellar?
If I remember correctly, hasn’t the western side already surrendered a long time ago?
This was the thought of most of the lords present, even those who knew Fuller.
"What's up?"
In comparison, apart from being a little surprised at first, Fuller himself didn't show much expression.
It looks like it doesn't change color at all despite the overwhelming weight.
"Sir, something happened in the west...west!"
"What's up!"
The same sentence, the tone became several times stronger, and even the melon-eating lords on the side could hear the anger.
The soldier who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.
You must know that the lords are all extremely powerful men with great strength and strength. They are the kind of terrifying existence that can easily destroy an entire star field with just a few moves.
Especially Fuller, even among the more than a thousand lords, he can be regarded as a top-notch existence.
Although the tone was only slightly aggravated, it was enough to make the messenger drink a pot.
If he didn't need to know the specific information passed by the other party, the sound just now would have made the ordering soldier fly away.
In fact, there are not a few messengers who have died because of trivial things in the past few decades.
It seems that the violent emotions that originally only spread at the bottom have begun to spread upwards.
It's just that because these big shots have strong control capabilities, they don't show it most of the time.
But now that something like this happened in public, Fuller's anger was inevitable.
After all, many years ago, they were actually of the same origin as the Blue Star humans.
The gene of good face is still inherited.
"Lu...Messenger Lu was killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar.
The messenger is actually the spokesperson of the god-level civilization in the outside world.
Perhaps he himself is not very powerful, but he represents the face of the lord he represents and even the Motlo people.
Now as the power of the Motlo people expands, this face becomes more and more valuable.
Those who dare to provoke or even slap someone in the face have become fewer and fewer and have almost disappeared.
Although this is because other god-level civilizations did not participate, it is enough to show the strength of the Motlo people.
But now in the west, in this star that has been occupied for a long time, there are still people who dare to slap it in the face!
The messenger tried his best to tell the general details, and was thinking of taking a breath and sneaking away.
He didn't want to lose his life because of the lord's anger, after all, this was commonplace in the past.
But the information had to be sent.
Fortunately, Lord Fuller himself is very well-educated and does not get angry easily.
Probably not...eh?
The messenger suddenly felt a powerful force restraining his whole body, preventing him from moving at all. Even though he struggled hard, it was to no avail.
A sense of despair emerged.
The only person who can completely immobilize a messenger who has almost reached the level of a god is the lord Fuller himself!
At this critical moment, the ordering soldier ignored the opponent's head that would break if he pinched it lightly, and desperately shouted a few words that could save his life.
"They're going to Blue Star!"
"What did you say?"
The huge force just now disappeared instantly, and the messenger who came back to his senses immediately felt thousands of sharp gazes around him piercing him.
This feeling was like a light on his back, almost stinging him and making him cry out.
It hurts so much!
"Those are the people who killed Messenger Lu. They are going to Blue Star!"
Trying his best to hold back the pain and barely compose himself, the clever messenger spoke quickly without wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
After the words fell, the whole place fell silent.
Everyone knows what Blue Star means.
That was the birthplace of the Motlo people.
In the earliest days, it was a group of Motlo ancestors who came out of Blue Star who developed and expanded Motlo today, and eventually grew into a god-level civilization, standing at the top of the life hierarchy of the universe.
It can be said that without that blue planet, the Motlo people would not be where they are today.
Motlo rulers throughout the ages have regarded protecting (isolating) Blue Star as their highest purpose. Anyone who dares to get involved will be met with a powerful counterattack by the Motlo people.
This counterattack became more and more intense as the Motlo people became increasingly powerful.
They don't seem to care that the cosmic civilization knows their origins, but if anyone dares to go to Blue Star, they will be regarded as enemies by the Motlo people.
As for their enemies, the Motlo people have always been merciless.
"You mean...them? Who are they? The murderer of Lu Yi?"
After a moment of silence, Fuller spoke.
It didn't sound like he cared at all about the death of Messenger Lu.
This is also normal. Although the messenger is the face of the Motlo people, Blue Star is their reverse scale.
Which one is more important is self-evident.
When the messenger who had saved his life heard this, he felt a surge of vitality. He hurriedly grabbed it and reported the information about Li Yi and others one by one, with a special emphasis.
"Among those people, there is a human!"
What!
This time all the lords were shocked.
