Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
"Very active?"
"Yes."
Utaima thought Wu Zimo might not understand what he meant, so he quickly explained that after Prince Maijia of the Mola Empire arrived at the joint forces' rendezvous point, he began incessantly visiting various interstellar civilization teams.
Utaima was also one of Prince Maijia's targets, but he was directly refused by Utaima.
With the straightforward nature of the Gader Advanced Civilization, they like what they like and dislike what they dislike.
The scandal that erupted from the Mola Empire made Utaima despise them.
The fact that they still tried to cozy up without being slapped in the face was a testament to Utaima's sense of propriety and big-picture thinking.
He didn't want to embarrass Prince Maijia in front of so many representatives of interstellar civilizations.
However, not all interstellar civilizations were as disgusted with the Mola Empire's behavior as Utaima, so Prince Maijia did find like-minded people. It's just unknown what they discussed.
Hearing Utaima's explanation, Scott frowned slightly but concealed the coldness in his eyes, and thanked Utaima for the kind reminder.
"We will be cautious, thank you."
"Haha, no need to be polite. We'll be counting on Marshal Alman and you, Wu Zimo, in the upcoming battles."
After Utaima's communication ended, Wu Zimo looked up at Scott, who had a troubled expression beside him. "Scott, do you think that Prince Maijia guy still hasn't given up? Or is he plotting something again?"
With the Mola Empire facing internal and external troubles, Wu Zimo absolutely didn't believe that the Mola Empire Emperor sent troops to join the joint forces out of concern for the universe.
There were rumors that it was Prince Maijia who persuaded the Emperor to order the deployment of troops.
However, after seeing the note attached to this news, Wu Zimo couldn't help but laugh.
Prince Maijia seemed to be doing the hard work for someone else's benefit this time. The Sixth Prince, who was nominally assisting him, was far more important in the Emperor's heart than he was.
Wu Zimo had never personally seen what the Mola Empire's Sixth Prince was like, but he knew that his abilities were the strongest among all the Mola Empire's heirs, and his temperament was definitely not ordinary.
It was evident that the other princes were the ones constantly making a fuss everywhere.
Wu Zimo always felt that those who were making the most noise were just targets set up, like the recent scandal in the Mola Empire.
The public even criticized the Emperor, but the Sixth Prince, who had been stationed at the border, remained completely unscathed.
So it wasn't that Wu Zimo was being conspiratorial; it was just that the Sixth Prince's methods were indeed formidable.
"That Prince Maijia doesn't need to be concerned about. He can't stir up much trouble. What I'm slightly concerned about is that Sixth Prince."
Hearing that Scott was also concerned about the Sixth Prince, Wu Zimo blinked.
Although Scott was concerned about the Sixth Prince, who had been lurking in the shadows, he didn't need to spend too much energy on him. He reached out and put his arm around Wu Zimo's shoulder, saying, "Don't worry too much about them."
"Alright."
Wu Zimo shrugged.
After all, if the sky fell, Scott, being the taller one, would hold it up. It wasn't that Wu Zimo looked down on them; he just felt that the Mola Empire group couldn't stir up much trouble.
The Federation's fleet joined forces with the allied team, and Bokal was responsible for the handover.
Meanwhile, Scott and Utaima attended a meeting with representatives from other civilizations to discuss the arrangements for the ambush operation.
As for Wu Zimo, he stayed in his room on the Alman Battleship and chatted with the Master Control System of the Heaven Wrath Corps headquarters.
Although Scott and Wu Zimo had left, the Heaven Wrath Corps continued to operate smoothly under the command of Old Marshal Alman.
During this period, there were some small-scale skirmishes between the Federation forces and the Zerg on the border. Both sides had their wins and losses, but the Federation mostly held the upper hand.
The Master Control System informed Wu Zimo that the Zerg on the border likely hadn't noticed their departure, otherwise, things wouldn't be so quiet.
Wu Zimo nodded.
Since the enemy didn't know they had left, it meant they were unaware of the planned ambush on the Mother Zerg, which was good news.
Wu Zimo had no interest in Scott's meeting. It was probably just arguments over who would be the overall commander and various military strategies, of which there is none that Wu Zimo understood.
In a conference room on a Gader Advanced Civilization warship, Scott sat quietly with a stern expression with his eyes lowered as he watched the representatives argue incessantly over which civilization should take command.
Killing the Mother Zerg was a matter of great importance for all life in the universe, and everyone in the room knew it. However, that didn't stop them from being obsessed with power.
This was the nature of all intelligent beings, and Scott didn't mind. But in such a critical situation, their focus on power struggles displeased the Marshal greatly.
Utaima, sitting beside Scott, didn't look much better. However, he knew that the command would inevitably fall to Marshal Alman, who was seated next to him.
Just as Utaima turned to say something to Scott, his mouth froze mid-opening.
It wasn't that the beauty had been struck by a pressure point; the truth was that Utaima was startled by Scott.
Not just Utaima, but everyone in the conference room who had been arguing suddenly froze in place, as if someone had hit the pause button. Especially those who had been red-faced and shouting, they now looked like actors in a silent comedy.
"Finished arguing?" Scott's cool voice broke the silence in the room, which was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
No one dared—or rather, no one could—answer Scott's question, as the entire room was filled with his overwhelming spiritual pressure.
The fact that the representatives weren't pressed to the ground was only because Scott was patient and gave them some face.
"Since no one is speaking, it's my turn to talk."
The others weren't unwilling to speak; they just simply couldn't.
Everyone in the room was Awakened, and their abilities were among the best in their respective nations.
They had heard of Scott Alman before and knew he held the title of the strongest interstellar Sentinel.
However, the distances between the interstellar nations were vast, and even if they had heard of Scott's reputation, they didn't believe he was truly as strong as the rumors suggested.
To them, the Interstellar Federation was just a fledgling civilization, and only a frog in a well would give their Marshal such a title.
However, today they personally faced Scott's overwhelming and terrifying spiritual pressure, which made it impossible to even think of resisting. They realized that the title of the strongest interstellar sentinel was well-deserved.
It was terrifying!
This boundless spiritual strength didn't seem like something a human could possess!
Right now, Scott had no time to care about the thoughts of those in the meeting room.
He had just received the latest intelligence that the Mother Zerg's flight speed had suddenly increased. Scott knew it wasn't because it had detected their ambush plan, but for some other reason. However, Scott didn't want to watch these people waste precious time bickering over power.
With his uniquely calm and composed voice, Scott assigned tasks to each civilization. As they listened to Scott's arrangements, even if anyone had objections, they didn't dare to voice them and could only listen quietly.
Even the representative from the most powerful civilization present, the Gader Advanced Civilization, nodded in agreement. They simply couldn't resist.
Moreover, everyone in the room was no fool.
Scott Alman's task assignments truly took into account the strengths of each civilization. Even if they had opinions, they couldn't come up with a better plan.
After assigning tasks, Scott nodded to Utaima and took his leave.
Watching Scott's departing figure, the people left in the meeting room had mixed feelings—some were wary, some were fervent, and some were deep in thought.
Only Utaima, who had been sitting beside Scott, had the purest gaze—one filled with admiration.
On the Alman Battleship, Wu Zimo was unaware that his Marshal had just displayed his commanding presence in front of all the civilization representatives.
Checking the Light Brain, he saw it was lunchtime.
But when he noticed that Scott hadn't returned yet, Wu Zimo decided to head to the dining hall himself.
Fortunately, on the way, he ran into the Marshal, who had just wrapped up everything with his commanding presence.
"Finished with the meeting?" Wu Zimo immediately ran over to Scott before asking curiously.
"Yes," Scott replied but not planning to tell Wu Zimo about what had happened in the meeting.
"Perfect timing then. You haven't had lunch yet, right? Let's go together." Without giving Scott a chance to refuse, Wu Zimo wrapped his arm around Scott's and pulled him toward the dining hall.
Along the way, Wu Zimo kept introducing the new dishes in the dining hall and how they tasted.
Scott's gaze softened as he looked at the lively and energetic Wu Zimo beside him with his aura becoming even more gentle, and completely unlike the commanding and forceful presence he had displayed in the meeting room.
On the way, they encountered many soldiers heading to the dining hall, and Wu Zimo enthusiastically greeted them, and also casually fed them a dose of "dog food" before their meal.
After having lunch with Scott, Wu Zimo continued to leisurely wander around the Alman Battleship, while Scott got busy.
In the meeting room, he had assigned tasks to others, but as the overall commander, his own responsibilities were even heavier.
At the same time, Scott was confident that the representatives from other civilizations wouldn't dare to disobey him after returning, as they had truly been intimidated by him in the meeting room.
However, the busy Scott was unaware that Prince Maijia, upon returning to his personal battleship, immediately sought out Feng Yan'er, who had been staying in her room.
As soon as he saw Feng Yan'er, Prince Maijia grabbed her arm excitedly, "Feng Yan'er, tell me everything about your Feng Family, especially all the details about Wu Zimo's abilities!"
It was no wonder that Prince Maijia was so agitated and almost frenzied.
In the conference room, Scott's overwhelming Spiritual Strength pressure left Maijia with nothing but envy and sheer excitement.
He fantasized about how, once he obtained Wu Zimo, he too could be as commanding and authoritative as Scott Alman, and able to dictate terms to other interstellar civilizations without question.
Imagining his future self as a domineering and powerful figure, he almost couldn't resist the urge to rush to the Alman Battleship and seize Wu Zimo right then and there.
Feng Yan'er had no idea what Prince Maijia had gone through but seeing his face filled with excitement, she endured the sharp pain in her arm and obediently repeated her lies as he had instructed.
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