Chapter 1960: Octopus Dog or Tiger
"They did make quite a few demands."
However, if we can really obtain the technology of a T7-class starship, there are some things that are not off-limits for discussion.” Diablo, the God of Destruction, said this.
Everyone immediately understood what the God of Destruction meant.
In order to acquire the technology of the T7 starship, some seemingly excessive conditions are acceptable.
T7 technology is quite important to Diablo, the God of Destruction.
"Make some more preparations later, and then go to the Xiaolong Universe Cluster."
"We must get this settled," Diablo, the God of Destruction, said.
The envoy tentatively inquired, "My lord, what should our bottom line be?"
This is asking what the maximum concessions they are willing to make during negotiations.
Diablo, the God of Destruction, moved his mouth slightly, but his voice could only be heard by a special group of people.
The special envoy nodded knowingly after listening.
"Yes, we will certainly handle this matter well."
"This is our top priority."
The technology of the T7 interstellar warship is crucial to our Conqueror civilization, so we must acquire it at all costs.
"yes."
Diablo, the God of Destruction, glanced at the wreckage of the interstellar warship before getting up and leaving.
The others respectfully saw Diablo, the God of Destruction, off.
It wasn't until several minutes after Diablo, the God of Destruction, left that the three commanders who had been kneeling on the ground dared to stand up.
They looked at each other.
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
They've made it through this hurdle.
Although they suffered considerable losses, at least they managed to save their lives and their very foundation.
"I never expected that, for the sake of the T7 interstellar warship's technology, the adults would still be willing to negotiate with the Dragon Empire after hearing its harsh conditions."
"This is something I didn't expect either."
I knew before that our adults had invested a lot in the research and development of T7 technology over the years.
But I never expected them to be so determined.
"Alright, now our lives are safe."
Don't think about it too much.
Next, we'll just stay put and wait for a while until the adults calm down.
Perhaps then we can be reinstated to our original positions.
"Let's go have a drink."
Before I came here, I had even written my will.
"I never imagined we'd actually survive."
"You're treating this time."
"Okay, okay, this time it's on me."
The three commanders, having survived the ordeal, went on to enjoy the lives they had earned.
Diablo, the god of destruction, was naturally unaware that his men were currently enjoying themselves with drinks.
He was meeting someone in his private office.
The man was wearing a black cloak, which naturally provided a high-tech shielding effect.
It can make it difficult for outsiders to see his physical characteristics, smell, and voice.
"That's all the technology you've managed to get your hands on." A strange-sounding voice came from behind.
Diablo, the God of Destruction, was already used to the way this person spoke.
He said calmly, "This is within my expectations. The most important thing for a T7-class interstellar warship is the secrecy of its technology."
If everyone has a T7 starship, then a T7 starship won't be scary anymore.
"But this amount of technology is far too limited."
"I won't be able to explain myself when I get back," the cloaked figure said.
"What you say is none of my business."
I have shared the technology with you, and I have fulfilled my promise.
As for the rest, that's not my responsibility.
If you're worried that I'm hiding something.
That T7... what... Apollo-class super starship is right there sitting there.
You can send your researchers to study the wreckage of this interstellar warship; I will not stop you.
Diablo, the God of Destruction, spread his hands.
The cloaked figure stared at Diablo, the God of Destruction: "Diavolo, don't forget who supported your Conqueror civilization to where it is today."
If it weren't for the technology we provided.
Could you establish such a vast territory and borders for a conqueror civilization?
"Do you really possess such a powerful fleet?"
slap slap slap
Diablo, the God of Destruction, couldn't help but clap his hands, then looked at the mysterious cloaked figure opposite him with a mocking expression and said, "You're right."
If it weren't for your help...
I wouldn't be where I am today.
The conqueror civilization would never exist; there would only be a weak, dying Diablo civilization.
But were you really that kind of person to help me?
All you want is for me to do something for you.
You wouldn't do something without benefit or profit.
Over the years, you've given me the technology, and I've helped you do things that are inconvenient for you to do.
You've benefited quite a bit from me.
I'm telling you, and also telling your master behind the scenes.
I, Diablo, owe you nothing.
Faced with Diablo's defiant words, the god of destruction...
The mysterious cloaked figure showed no surprise.
“We’ve seen all the arrangements you’ve made over the years; we’re not fools.”
We know your ambitions.
We wouldn't even look at someone who has no ambition.
But do you really think that with your current strength, you can escape our control?
We can help you rise to power and make you a god of destruction.
We can defeat you just as well.
I'll leave you with nothing.
Okay, that's all for today.
I hope you can pay more attention to the T7 starship technology.
After saying that, the mysterious cloaked figure left.
Diablo, the God of Destruction, stared at the empty seat. After a long while, he slammed his fist on the table in front of him.
He was completely unconcerned when faced with ridicule from his collaborators.
Then there's only one explanation.
That is to say, in the eyes of these people, they have never taken themselves seriously.
It's like a child provoking you; would you take it seriously?
Absolutely not.
Because you know very well that if you're really angered, dealing with a child is no problem at all.
It depends on how you want to clean it up.
This feeling is more unpleasant than face-to-face anger, scolding, or warning.
Diablo, the God of Destruction, had a dark expression and spoke in a low voice.
He said, as if talking to himself, "You are no different."
One day, you will find out.
You've raised a dog that isn't a dog.
It's not a tiger, but a tiger that can devour you yourselves.
On the other side.
The cloaked figure, using some unknown means, had already returned to his own spaceship.
He sent the information back.
"My lord, this God of Destruction is not very honest."
"There's been quite a few behind-the-scenes maneuvers," the subordinate remarked from the side.
The cloaked figure sneered: "Who would worry about their own dog?"