Wasteland's Only King - Chapter 178 - 153: General Lawrence! A Million Miners! Sister Ka Wholesale Interstellar Fortresses! (4k, 2/2)
Chapter 178: Chapter 153: General Lawrence! A Million Miners! Sister Ka Wholesale Interstellar Fortresses! (4k, 2/2)
Drake-3 Wasteland Star System.
Deep in the Star River.
The interstellar fortress, as massive as an asteroid, sailed slowly.
This is the Ninth Interstellar Refuge Fortress of the Level II Selza Civilization, one of the ten super large fortress cities owned by the Selza Civilization.
At this moment.
Fortress Core.
On the throne symbolizing the highest leader.
A man wearing a purple cape and adorned with a star badge on his shoulder slowly raised his head in the darkness.
“Hmm…”
“So weak.”
The man muttered to himself.
He rubbed his wrist, as if familiarizing himself with the power of this body.
His brows furrowed even tighter.
“Too weak.”
The man sighed again.
If there were outsiders present, hearing this, they would likely be scared out of their wits on the spot.
This person is the supreme leader of the Ninth Interstellar Refuge Fortress!
His tier has already reached the terrifying Tier Eighteen Limit, just one step away from Tier Nineteen!
“I hope Pading hasn’t lied to me.”
“Otherwise…”
“I’ll let him know what it’s like to rot in the Federation Prison for a hundred years.”
The man mused to himself as he stood up from the throne.
Buzz——
He waved his hand lightly.
A gigantic light screen projection appeared in the grand hall as wide as a plaza.
“Admiral Lawrence!”
On the light screen, faces appeared one after another.
If Holland were here, he would notice—
His Tier Sixteen superior was only positioned in the lower right corner of the screen.
“Mm.”
The man responded softly to the respectful greetings from those on the light screen.
Setting aside this weak body, Lawrence’s identity is quite good.
“Admiral Lawrence!”
“At such a moment, you’re convening an emergency meeting…”
“Are you issuing a war plan against the Larnaka Eighth Fortress?”
On the light screen, a red-haired woman adorned with stars spoke in a deep voice.
She is the deputy leader of the Ninth Fortress and also a Tier Eighteen Evolver.
“War?”
Lawrence chuckled upon hearing this.
He was not here for some low dimension civilization skirmish.
“T-9 Fleet, Holland Benitez, whose subordinate is he?”
Lawrence spoke flatly, but his words left the senior commanders of Selza on the screen stunned.
“It’s, it’s me!”
“Respected General Lawrence!”
From the very bottom corner of the light screen, a middle-aged man responded, showing a hint of panic on his face.
He couldn’t understand—
Why did this general suddenly refer to his subordinate by name?
“Oh?”
“You?”
Lawrence glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently.
“He’s dead.”
With those words.
The middle-aged man’s expression froze once again.
“Uh?”
He was utterly bewildered.
This…
Holland is dead, and then what?
Though he was indeed quite a capable senior commander, he had plans to continue promoting Holland in the future.
“Foolish.”
Lawrence shook his head, seemingly somewhat disinterested.
He waved his hand and reached into the void ahead.
“Uh——”
In his hand, was the middle-aged man in uniform.
The man widened his eyes, continuously whimpering.
Lawrence lowered his gaze, looking down at his eyes.
“Five days.”
“I give you five days.”
“Find out the cause of T-9 Fleet’s disappearance and its location.”
“If you can’t do it, then you’ll die along with him.”
The ’him’ Lawrence referred to was, of course, Holland.
And T-9 Fleet was indeed Holland’s fleet.
Boom——!
The middle-aged man fell to the ground as Lawrence let go.
“Understood!”
“The mission will be completed for sure!”
The middle-aged man responded confidently, though bewildered.
“Go.”
Lawrence waved his hand, and the middle-aged man’s figure vanished.
Meanwhile.
The light screen projection in mid-air also dissipated along with it.
Lawrence, feeling idle, returned to sit atop the throne.
He gazed into the void before him, his eyes revealing a hint of curiosity and greed.
“A power to plunder?”
“If there truly is such an overwhelmingly powerful ability, I’m sure the Federation Speaker’s daughter would be very interested in it.”
“And if I present such a gift, perhaps I might gain the favor of that young lady…”
…
…
Boom——
Rumble——!
Amid the thunderous noise.
The S-6 Small Interstellar Fortress slowly emerged from the Ninth Super Large Fortress, heading into the distant Cosmic Starry Sky.
Inside the Fortress.
Commander-in-Chief Toby Calvin, with a sullen face, rubbed his neck.
On his neck were the savage fingerprints left behind.
These fingerprints were Lawrence’s doing.
Even though Toby is a Tier Sixteen Evolver, he had no ability to resist in front of Lawrence.
Even…
Lawrence’s casual grasp required Toby several moments to recover.
Tier Eighteen may seem only two tiers above Tier Sixteen, but in reality, the difference is a monumental leap in life forms.
After Tier Sixteen, the gap at each tier is far greater than the cumulative differences of all previous tiers.
The company alliance leader of Tier Nineteen can obliterate star rivers with a mere gesture.
Such power is equivalent to a true divine force!
“Holland, Holland…”
“That damned Holland, dead as he is, why did he catch General Lawrence’s attention!”
Toby muttered incessantly as he rubbed his neck.
Under his command, there were ten senior fleets responsible for various missions.
Holland was tasked with investigating the ’X-87 Fleet disappearance’ and the ’traitor Carol.’
In theory, this mission was not particularly difficult.
“Carol?”
Toby muttered the name.
She was once a commander under him, though her tier was only Tier Twelve, her attributes and talent allowed her exceptional war command capabilities.
