"Find somewhere outside to wait. Don't wander off without orders." Qin Chuan waved a hand.
The two thousand True Gods saluted in unison and filed out in a mighty procession.
Before long, the core members who had gone outside to "pick up trash" returned.
Water God had seven or eight storage necklaces hanging around his neck and two bulging Void sacks in his hands. He grinned like a fool as he walked.
"We're rich! Those paupers at the Tian Xing Merchant Guild had two hundred High-Dimensional Spirit Veins hidden away! Old Xu, let's have a barbecue tonight and burn spirit veins for firewood!" Water God came running in, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Season Star piloted a simple transport robot that dragged the entire wreck of a scrapped interstellar mothership behind it.
"If we take these alloy plates back and refine them, we'll have enough material for the shells of at least five Truth Judgment units." Season Star's eyes shone. "Boss, I want to apply for two hundred star systems to use as my personal arms factories!"
Night Cherry Tangle carried his End Judgment, broken in two, to one side in silence and began trying to repair the blade with its remaining Light of Sin Karma.
Dies Martin and Alesha returned with large hauls of spoils of their own.
Qin Chuan looked at his core members, who resembled bandits returning from a raid, and couldn't help laughing. "Have some ambition. That pile of junk makes you this happy?"
Water God tossed down his sacks and sidled up to Qin Chuan.
"Boss, how can you call this junk? It's worth a fortune!" Water God patted his chest. "But honestly, getting blasted to dust just now felt awful. If you hadn't had my back, I'd have been done for."
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