Chapter 1959: Young people are not mature enough.
The subsequent results were largely unremarkable.
This T7 interstellar warship had already been severely damaged when it was left to them by the Xiaolong Interstellar Empire.
They had very little access to technical information.
Regarding this result...
The three commanders knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
Diablo, the God of Destruction, was silent for a moment, then looked at the other group beside him: "How's it going on your side?"
How did the talks go with that Emperor of the Wyvern Interstellar Empire?
This group of people is the special envoy team that was previously sent to the Xiaolong Interstellar Empire and met with the Xiaolong Emperor.
"My lord, that Emperor Xiaolong has gone too far."
Do you know what he asked for?
He simply doesn't respect our conqueror civilization, or you.
We should prepare for another expedition, this time assembling even more legion fleets.
Five hundred million ships aren't enough, let's make a billion!
One billion ships aren't enough, let's have two billion!
This person was the youngest in the delegation, a young upstart from a certain family who had been placed there in the hope of gaining experience during this mission to pave the way for his future.
The older man beside him didn't say anything, but glanced at the young man.
He thought to himself, "This young man is too impetuous. He should know who he's dealing with."
The next second.
A beam of light shot over, instantly melting the young man into a pool of blood.
Diablo, the God of Destruction, slowly lowered his hand, completely unconcerned about the kind of person he had just killed.
Anyway, it doesn't matter to him at all.
"You guys tell me."
"Stop talking nonsense," said Diablo, the God of Destruction.
As the leader of the special envoy team, he stepped forward and, without uttering any unnecessary words, recounted the entire negotiation and meeting process in detail.
There is no exaggeration or omission.
They even brought out all the records and documents to corroborate what he said.
After saying this, the special envoy's team lowered their heads and stood there obediently.
They are very clear about their own status and position. No matter what status they have outside or what family background they have, it is useless here.
Because in the Conqueror civilization, Diablo, the God of Destruction, was the strongest being, standing at the top of the pyramid of power.
Anyone he wants to kill, even if they were the second most powerful being in this civilization after Diablo just a moment ago, will die instantly because of Diablo's will.
Such things have happened before in history.
Therefore, when reporting to Diavolo, the God of Destruction, they were all very clear about their roles and positions. When Diavolo asked questions, they only needed to report the questions and not say anything more, or mix in their own emotions and thoughts.
That's where that guy made a mistake.
Therefore, his death can only be described as something he deserved.
"They've made so many demands?" Diablo, the God of Destruction, said slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Yes, it's because that Emperor Xiaolong made just too many demands."
These are not things we can control.
So we told them that we needed to come back and report to them first.
Only then could a decision be made, and the other party did not refuse.
This shows that the other party is actually willing to negotiate with us.