Universe’s Ultimate BOSS

Time passed.

Two days passed quickly.

The war between humans and other races also ended amidst smoke and cries of agony.

In the command room of the Dark Star.

The various human factions are holding a post-war debriefing meeting.

"In this battle against the alien race, the casualties on both sides reached 8 million, a devastating loss for both sides," Xia Weiwei said in a deep voice. "The alien race's technology is backward, and they are no match for us in interstellar warfare, but we are no match for them in close combat either. Now our ammunition is running low. What should we do next?"

Liao Yunchuan raised his hand. "It's simple. Just have the higher-ups allocate ammunition, and we can eliminate them directly in space."

"I say, Young Master Liao, are you an idiot?!" Mo Junlin curled his lip. "The Dark Elves are our human race's number one enemy. Using so much ammunition to fight against alien races is making a mountain out of a molehill!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room nodded in agreement.

"That's true. Right now, ammunition is being prioritized for supplying them, and we have very little ammunition available here."

"The higher-ups sent us to defend against the alien races simply to train us. If we're going to solve everything with artillery fire, then what's the point of having us here?!"

"That's right. If the firepower is sufficient, even a pig could win the battle."

"So you all mean to conserve firepower and engage the alien race in hand-to-hand combat!?"

"We must preserve them. Every missile we save here gives us a greater chance of victory over the other side."

“That makes sense. From now on, we’ll use laser weapons for everything. They’re free.”

"Laser weapons are free, but the repair costs afterward are terrifying, so let's use them as little as possible!"

"Alas, times have changed. Now we have to tighten our belts to make ends meet."

"If it weren't for military merit, I wouldn't have come to this lousy place. Not only is there no benefit to be gained, but even firing a cannon is subject to stinginess."

"Brother, take it easy. The alien race is poor to begin with. What benefits do you expect to gain from them?"

"The foreign race is poor."

However, those foreign beauties were extremely stunning.

"Indeed, indeed, especially the fox women, they are deadly."

"Whoever captures a fox clan woman, I will offer 100 million to buy her."

"One hundred million? I'll offer two hundred million."

"I'll offer 300 million."

“…”

Hearing the increasingly distorted discussion, Xia Weiwei slammed her hand on the table in anger, "All of you shut up! Anyone who dares to discuss such vulgar matters, I'll chop them down with my sword!"

Upon seeing Xia Weiwei's anger, the entire room fell silent instantly.

But just as the entire room fell silent, a snoring sound became exceptionally clear, "Huff, huff..."

Everyone turned to look and saw Wang Hao fast asleep, slumped over the table.

Ling Xiao, who was standing nearby, tugged at Wang Hao and whispered, "Junior brother, wake up!"

Wang Hao looked up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Is the meeting over? Let's go! I need to go back and play League of Legends."

After saying that, he got up and walked outside, completely ignoring everyone present.

Xia Weiwei clenched her small fists, her forehead covered in black lines, wishing she could go forward and tear this bastard to pieces.

Mo Junlin frowned. He had thought that he could use this battle to stir up internal conflicts within the Interstellar Federation and make himself stand out in this battle.

But who knew that Wang Hao had no intention of leading troops into battle at all? How could this escalate the internal conflicts within the Interstellar Federation?

At this moment, Li Yunyang stepped forward and stopped Wang Hao, saying with a serious expression, "Wang Hao, no matter what, you are a marshal. Shouldn't you be more concerned about protecting your homeland?"

Wang Hao curled his lip, "How I become a marshal is my business, what does it have to do with you, a noble lackey!"

“You…” Li Yunyang was furious.

"Everyone, please keep quiet." Ling Xiao stood up and quickly suggested, "Personally, I think that after this major battle, the alien races won't be able to organize such a large-scale campaign in a short time. How about we break up into smaller groups and earn military merit based on the number of alien heads taken?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Ling Xiao is right. The great battle has just ended, and both the alien races and we need to adjust our state."

"Since large-scale battles are not feasible, let's resort to guerrilla warfare."

"That's a good idea. Earn military merit based on your own abilities, and if you're not satisfied, just go to the battlefield."

"But what if the alien race suddenly launches a large-scale attack!?"

"Nonsense, if they launch a large-scale attack, we'll unite and fight them."

"But what if we don't manage to evacuate in time? Won't we be eaten by the alien race?!"

"Then you can only accept your bad luck. Without the ability, how can you expect to gain merit?!"

“…”

Xia Weiwei looked around and said coldly, "Since everyone agrees, then I hereby announce that all forces are free to attack and receive military merit based on the number of heads they kill."

After the meeting ended, Liao Yunchuan passed by Wang Hao and Ling Xiao. He heard Ling Xiao lower his voice and say, "Junior brother, have you heard any news from over there? When are we setting off? I can't wait to go and earn some military merits."

Liao Yunchuan's pupils constricted sharply. What did this mean? Did Wang Hao have some inside information?!

Thinking of this, Liao Yunchuan suddenly realized that Wang Hao must have successfully sent someone to infiltrate the alien race and obtain the latest intelligence. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so leisurely and not thinking about competing for military merits.

You see, this military merit can be exchanged not only for various strategic materials, but also for various rare treasures. He didn't believe that Wang Hao would ignore these things.

Adding to this Ling Xiao's suggestion to break the whole thing down into smaller parts, it's clear he's trying to monopolize everything.

"You've got a good idea, but unfortunately you still overlooked something." Liao Yunchuan sneered and walked past Wang Hao calmly, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Watching Liao Yunchuan's retreating figure, Ling Xiao nudged Wang Hao, "Do you think he'll believe it!?"

Wang Hao's lips curled slightly. "If he had any expression on his face, I wouldn't be sure, but he was too calm. It's obviously an act, so he will definitely take some action."

Ling Xiao nodded, then couldn't help but ask, "Junior brother, don't you think what we're doing is a bit too unethical?"

Wang Hao rolled his eyes. "If someone wants to kill you, are you just going to stick your head out and let them chop it off?!"

Ling Xiao shook his head. "I don't have that kind of hobby. If someone tries to kill me, I will definitely not let them get away with it."

"That settles it. I just struck first." Wang Hao patted Ling Xiao on the shoulder.

Ling Xiao gave Wang Hao a disdainful look. To put it nicely, it was called striking first, but behind his back, he was scheming how to use Liao Yunchuan, this pig, to lure the big tiger of the alien race over.

Then, with a whoosh, they'd kill the tiger and eat its meat, and while they were at it, they'd also slaughter Liao Yunchuan, that pig, and have some stewed pork...