Chapter 850 I Object!

Smit is one of the people who returned this time. He is from the ninth level of a small galaxy. He was originally just an ordinary soldier on Planet Rota.

After coming to the human front line, he had good luck and decent talent, and gradually reached his current strength.

This time he heard that the Rota Empire was destroyed, so he specifically applied to follow him back. He wanted to take this opportunity to go back and see his relatives.

But he was worried that after more than a thousand years, his relatives would not leave any descendants. After all, he was only an eighth-level transcendent on the planet.

But in the previous time, he was busy collecting all kinds of information and had no time to look for his relatives. Taking advantage of this last day, he finally had time.

Standing in front of a building, he was a little timid. Based on the traces he left and some methods, he finally found the place where his descendants were.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Not long after, a woman opened the door and looked at Smit strangely: "Who are you?"

"I'm Smit."

The woman didn't react at first, but after a while she thought, isn't this an ancestor of her husband's family?

That ancestor didn't follow an emperor to the human front line, how could he appear here?

As for why she thought of that ancestor so quickly, it was actually in her husband's family. Apart from this ancestor, there was no one worth bragging about. She could hear her husband bragging about it every day. If he could also go to the human front line, he would definitely be there now. He is a general guarding the border.

"Ancestor, please come in."

Smit was a little surprised: "Don't you suspect that I am a fake?"

"No one would pretend to have an identity that would be exposed immediately. Besides, I have a deep impression on my ancestors. Their portraits are still hanging in the most conspicuous place in the house," the woman said.

Smit went in. The light inside was a little dim, and it seemed that there was no one else except this woman.

"Where is my unworthy descendant?" Smit asked casually.

I don't know if this sentence touched the woman's pain point. Her eyes turned red and she started crying: "Ancestor, it's great that you are back. You must avenge my husband!"

Smit's body was shaken. His descendant... was dead?

Why is he working hard outside? Isn't it just to let his descendants live a good life?

But what he heard when he came back was that his descendant was dead!

"Tell me, what's going on?" Smit's voice was low, like a volcano about to erupt.

The woman told everything she knew. In one sentence, her husband died in the war with the Red Alert Empire!

"Red Alert Empire!!!" Smit roared, his eyes filled with anger towards the Red Alert Empire.

He was originally one of the few people who raised his hand. He had resentment towards the Red Alert Empire. Coupled with the death of his descendants in the war, his anger towards the Red Alert Empire broke through the sky!

Smit knew very well that it was impossible to bring down the Red Alert Empire with his own strength. There was only one way, and that was to start a war to restore the country!

There is still one last chance. As long as they can convince the eldest brother, the battle to restore the country can begin. They still have hope!

At this time, the communicator on his body sounded: "Everyone gather."

He left some things for the women and hurried to gather.

Soon, a group of people gathered in the yard, and they looked at the scar-faced man.

"Brother, why are you summoning us in such a hurry?"

"I have something very important to inform you." The scar-faced man glanced at the people in front of him and said: "I have decided that from now on, all the soldiers who originally belonged to the Rota Empire on the human frontline will belong to the Red Alert empire!"

The crowd was in an uproar. They originally came to launch a war of restoration against the Red Police Empire, but as a result, the Red Police Empire was too strong and they had no choice but to stop fighting.

They never expected that their eldest brother would call them over and actually say that they would be members of the Red Alert Empire from now on.

The reversal was so fast that they were all confused.

At this moment, a scream sounded: "I object!"

The scar-faced man's eyes narrowed. He knew that if he made this decision, there would be some opposition. The only thing he didn't expect was that the opposition would be so fierce.

"Smit, what do you have to say?" the scar-faced man said.

Smit stood up with an angry look on his face: "The Rota Empire was obviously destroyed by the Red Alert Empire. Even if we don't start the war to restore the country, why should we join this empire full of enemies? Brother, I dare not say anything else. What, but on this matter, I would rather die than obey!"

Seemingly influenced by him, eight more people came out. They were all ninth-level people from small galaxies, and no one from the big galaxy level came forward.

"Then tell me, what will happen when we go back and become wandering warriors?" the scar-faced man said calmly.

Smit was speechless for a moment. Of course he knew that once the empire was gone and they became wandering warriors, it would be best to be recruited by other empires. By then, they might no longer be members of one empire, but become members of multiple empires. Imperial people.

Even if there is friction between the empires, they might even fight each other on the battlefield.

He had heard that some wandering warriors who had lost their empire were not treated very well after joining other empires. They were suppressed everywhere, and they had nothing to say.

The King will not care about these trivial matters. If they need to take action for such trivial matters, the King will be too worthless.

In general, there is no backing, and no one can help them when they are bullied.

Unless they have a king's backing, most wandering warriors have a miserable life.

"Even so, what's the difference between joining the Red Alert Empire and joining other empires?" Smit shouted, still holding his neck.

"Then let me tell you the first benefit of joining the Red Alert Empire!"

I saw the man with the scar face flicking his hand, and in an instant, these people had something in their hands. It was a fruit, which looked very ordinary, no different from the fruit on the roadside.

"This is an evolutionary fruit specially cultivated by the Red Alert Empire. Although the effect is not as exaggerated as the evolutionary fluid, it still has a small part of the effect. If you eat it, you can directly improve some strength on the original basis. After eating it, you can feel it for yourself. It is worth it. not worth it!"

Those who believed in him ate it without saying a word. Soon after, their eyes lit up. They knew their own bodies best. They really discovered that their strength had improved a lot. You must know that they are powerful at the level of a large galaxy. !

Only Smit and a few others did not eat it immediately.

"What, do you suspect that I poisoned it?" the scar-faced man sneered.

"Don't dare." Smit was excited. He could have objected just now, but if he suspected his elder brother of poisoning, others would not look good on him.