Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

Anti thought for a moment, then said calmly: "If possible, I want to see the vast world of the universe."

Hearing this, Lu Xiao did not try to persuade him.

He could not control what Anti wanted to do.

As he spoke, Lu Xiao suddenly remembered something, and he looked at Anti and said: "Are you going to hide yourself later?"

Hearing this, Anti frowned: "Why ask this?"

Lu Xiao shook his head, and then told the two people in front of him what Dante had told him.

After listening to Lu Xiao's description, the two people's reactions were also very different.

Anti frowned, as if thinking about what to do.

On the other hand, the doctor seemed to have expected it and said, "My dear said in the letter I sent to me before that their eyes are all on hell, and suggested that we also focus on hell.

It is normal that such a major event about the ranking of ethnic groups can attract their attention.

But in this case, my dear probably means that we should compete for the qualification of the ranking competition."

Hearing this, Lu Xiao shook his head frantically and said, "With our small population, even if we throw everyone into the battlefield, I guess we can't even make a splash."

The doctor's substitute looked at Anti and said, "What do you think?"

Anti's frown slowly relaxed, and then said lightly, "In fact, it is not impossible to participate in the ranking."

As he said, he looked at Lu Xiao and said, "You just said that there is no limit on the number of participants in the official ethnic ranking competition.

It can be more or less.

It can be 100 million people or one person.

We just need to concentrate all resources on a small group of people and let them participate in the ranking."

Lu Xiao naturally understood this principle.

He had considered this idea before, but later rejected it.

Because no one knows how many troops those crazy races will invest in the official qualifying competition.

In a battlefield of that scale, let alone a small group of people, even a powerful god like Damon may not be able to make any waves.

A mouthful of saliva from each person can drown him countless times with a real height of nearly a thousand meters.

And according to the qualifying competition rules obtained by Dante, except that the old days cannot go out to fight.

There is no limit on the number of participants.

In other words, when it comes to the qualifying competition, the number of participating gods is difficult to count.

As for the participating star life and gods, it is probably an astronomical number.

This is the fundamental reason why Lu Xiao does not want to participate in the qualifying competition.

Just as Lu Xiao was thinking about it, the doctor suddenly said, "Let's talk about this later.

You can get the qualification for the qualifying competition first, and as for whether to participate, we will talk about it later."

After hearing this, Lu Xiao hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

After finishing this topic, the doctor looked at Lu Xiao again: "Has anything else happened during this period?"

Lu Xiao nodded, and then told him about the Mother Goddess Elf Clan and his borrowing resources from Vitiya.

Hearing this, the doctor finally became interested.

Anti on the side was stunned, then looked at the doctor and said in a strange tone: "When a large amount of resources is needed, someone just happened to send resources?

The timing node is so good!"

…………

In the present world.

The warden and the director have extracted the huge amount of resources from the logistics point.

A total of 7,300 black cubes with a length, width and height of one thousand meters.

If it weren't for the help of the postman, the warden and his men would have been scratching their heads just to receive the goods.

The postman overlapped these space cubes by some unknown means, making it look like there was only one cubic kilometer cube on the surface, making them look like they didn't take up much space.

The warden said with a worried look on his face: "It will probably take many years to unpack the express delivery!"

The director on the side was writing a formula by hand.

He was going to calculate how many trips would be needed to transport all the air transport tools in the world together to transport this batch of materials.

As he was calculating, he tore the filled calculation paper into pieces with an irritated look, and then said to the postman: "Mr. Postman! Can you please dispose of these materials? Before this batch of materials is unpacked, replace them all with star sources for us.

Then if we need anything, we can buy it directly from you!"

The postman waved his hand and said: "Yes, but I don't recommend you to do this."

So he asked in confusion: "Why?"

The postman was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "One of my colleagues told me that these materialsThe Mother Goddess Elf Clan specially selected the resources that you can use based on the current situation of your tribe.

When selecting resources, the Mother Goddess Elf's think tank also held a small meeting for this purpose.

So these resources will be more valuable if you use them yourself.

On the contrary, if you sell them publicly, they may not sell for much.

In addition, if such a sum of materials is exposed, it will definitely be noticed by the Mother Goddess Elf Clan. "

He stopped talking after that.

The two people in front of him were both smart people, and it was impossible for them not to understand what he wanted to express.

The warden and the director sighed one after another.

They both naturally understood what the postman meant.

Doing this is likely to offend the Mother Goddess Elf Clan.

If the supplies were just sent casually, even if the Mother Goddess Elf Clan knew that they were being resold, they would probably not react.

But that's where the problem lies.

They obviously attach great importance to this material assistance.

The think tank also held a special meeting to study what to send.

If this is resold, not only will it lose money, it will also make people feel disappointed.

It will become very difficult to interact with their clan in the future.

In this way, even the director's plan will be difficult to implement.

Just when the two were undecided, the warden's personal communication device suddenly rang.

The warden picked up the phone with a puzzled look on his face and whispered, "Hello! Who is this? "

The doctor's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Teacher, it's me!"

Before the warden began to be shocked, the doctor's next words made him so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

After a while, he put down the phone, looked at the director with a strange look and said: "The doctor is back! And let us wait for him to pick up the goods together!"

Hearing this, the director was also puzzled: "He is back? Back from hell?

Didn't you tell me that the portal you built is not a one-way 'door'?

How could he come back? "

Hearing this, the warden was stunned, and then sighed: "Well, you come with me to C02 shelter first.

I need to borrow some equipment there.

The specific situation, wait for the doctor to come back and let him explain to you!"