Saint Emperor Qilin watched Fred struggle to fly over, then turned to Xu Yue in indication. Xu Yue naturally nodded.
Saint Emperor Qilin then reached out, spanning the distance across the cosmos, and grabbed Fred directly, pulling him before him.
"Haha, thank you for lending a hand, Saint Emperor. Thank you, thank you!"
Once Fred had been pulled over, he repeatedly cupped his hands toward Saint Emperor Qilin, his face brimming with high spirits.
"You've had it hard."
Xu Yue smiled kindly when he saw Fred.
Fred was one of the rare ones who did not play by the usual rhythm. Originally, he should have joined Churchill in using the Descent Military Formation.
But in the end, he had not, so he was still alive and kicking.
Well, among the Reincarnators who had endured years of hardship, he was now one of the few remaining besides MacArthur and De Gaulle.
"It wasn't hard, not at all. This time, it was all thanks to you. This world is too dangerous—we can't be greedy anymore. Let's pick up some scraps and go back."
Fred pulled out a sack, preparing to clean up the battlefield.
"No need. Take one last look at this world and relax a little. Otherwise, it'll feel too heavy."
Xu Yue casually waved his hand, stopping Fred.
Fred's expression immediately stiffened, and he asked gravely,
"What? You don't intend to honor the agreement?"
"I never said I would personally cooperate with you. There, Saint Emperor Qilin will still help you. Have him make a move against me."
Xu Yue nodded toward Saint Emperor Qilin, making the latter swallow hard. No way, you're trying to get me killed?!
"Once the agreement is fulfilled, I won't blame you."
Xu Yue signaled for Saint Emperor Qilin to rest easy.
Fred immediately shuddered.