Master Of Martial Arts Has An Advanced Optical Brain Chapter 587: Whatever it takes

In the distant Sand Eagle headquarters, Greg turned off the virtual screen in front of him with a gloomy face, ending the communication with Kansas.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly raised his hand, and slapped down heavily, smashing the chair under his **** into a ball of slag.

Although his **** lost its support, he still maintained the sitting posture, just hanging in the air.

The two guards outside the door rushed in when they heard the sound, looked at the situation in the room, and then at Greg's face, and immediately backed out without asking anything.

They know that they must not stay here at this time, let alone ask why the leader is so angry.

The last guy who was so talkative, his bones are probably already rotten by now.

When the door was closed again, Greg narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and stared out of the window, and after contemplating for a while, he suddenly took a deep breath. There was a smile.

Was Kansas right? Who would have known that those Rand clansmen would be able to invite a damned star-level warrior to help them.

In front of a star-level warrior who is as powerful as a god, don't say that Kansas and the fleet led by him have nothing to do. What can be done?

Greek patted his face, took a picture in the mirror next to him, sorted out his appearance and expression, walked out of the personal room, and waved his hand to refuse the guards to follow, turned around a few times, and came to the room again Chamber of Secrets.

Greek actually didn't like the room very much.

The existence of this room seems to be constantly reminding Gleick that he is not the sand that looks infinite to outsiders, who holds extremely powerful power in his palm, and can call wind and rain on the entire planet Lepler. The leader of the eagle is actually a shameful dog on a leash, and in fact has no freedom of his own at all.

However, Greg had no choice.

He was able to develop the Sand Eagle to such a degree in a short period of time. Although his own ability accounted for a large part of the factor, the other spiral arm was also crucial.

More importantly, he has no way to resist His Holiness.

In front of star-level fighters, no matter how high his status is, it is meaningless. If the Venerable wants his life, he has no ability to resist.

"Hey, now we have also encountered a star-level warrior as an enemy, the invincible venerable, what are you going to do?"

Greek sneered in his heart, still showing respect and humility on his face, and obviously annoyed and apologetic due to the failure of the mission. He sent a communication request with the technologically-sounding device in the middle of the room.

This time, His Holiness seemed to be next to the communication device on the opposite side, and the communication was quickly connected.

As soon as he saw the figure of the venerable, Greg immediately bowed deeply.

"My lord, the villain deserves death, the task...failed again."

Although the face of the Venerable is not very clear, but the facial features can be distinguished, an expression of surprise and anger immediately appeared, but he did not directly open his mouth to curse, but paused, and asked in a deep voice : "What's going on?"

Even though Greg had already thought about what to do, when he really faced His Holiness at this time, even though he knew that there was a distance of tens of thousands of light-years, he still broke out in a cold sweat involuntarily. Hearing this, he quickly lowered his head a little more, and told the whole story respectfully.

After listening, the venerable was silent for a while, then nodded lightly and said: "Being able to easily hold the entire fleet and dozens of warriors at the breaking level proves that the person's ability to perceive and control space has reached an extremely powerful level. Even if you are not a star-level warrior, you are not far from a star-level warrior."

Greek breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Venerable doesn't doubt the authenticity of what he said, it doesn't matter whether the helper invited by the Rand tribe is a star-level warrior or not. Anyway, he and Shaying can't compete. Forgive the Venerable. Nor will they force others to ask them to die.

"Then what demands did those Rand tribesmen make?" The Venerable suddenly asked again.

Gleick quickly bowed and said the request from Kansas about the Rand tribe's request, and emphasized that when the Rand tribe made these requests, the other party's strong man who was suspected of being a star-level warrior He has been present all the time, making it clear that he wants to support the Rand tribe.

"So, it seems impossible to rely on you to **** those two exercises back." The Venerable frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Greek quickly raised his head and glanced, feeling a little surprised.

The Venerable's temper is notoriously bad. When he knew that his goal had not been achieved again, according to his usual understanding, he would definitely be furious.

But this time he was unexpectedly extremely calm, and he was seriously considering this matter, and his usual reaction was very different.

It can be seen from this that the helper who appeared on the other side may be a star-level warrior, and it also caused considerable pressure on him.

It can also be seen that the importance of those two exercises to him even surpassed Greg's imagination.

For this situation, Greg secretly rejoiced.

You feel the pressure.

I can help you do what I can, but troubles such as star-level warriors should be handled by you non-humans who have stepped into the realm of the gods.

The venerable thought for a while, and said: "You just said that those Landers want to cooperate with you to reintegrate the Landers on the entire planet Lepler?"

"Yes."

"Then, you can ask them if you can exchange those two exercises directly from them by means of trading. If they are willing, you can pay any price."

Gleick was startled: "At all costs?"

The venerable's face sank: "What? You don't want to?"

Greck shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, why would I not want to? It's just that we can't meet the demands made by those Rand tribesmen. What if they just refuse to hand over those two exercises?"

"Do you still need me to teach you how to do these things?" The venerable raised his voice and scolded: "I don't care what method you use, anyway, you must get those two exercises? If you can't do it, then There is no need for you and your Sand Eagle to exist, do you understand what I mean?"

Greek couldn't help but be stupefied.

One side is a powerful warrior who is suspected of being a star-level warrior invited by the Rand tribe, and the other is a well-known star-level warrior. He is caught in the middle, what should I do?

After turning countless thoughts in his mind, Greg gritted his teeth and said to the phantom Venerable: "That... Venerable, if you are sure that the other party is a star-level warrior, can you come over? "(To be continued.)