Hearing Patrick's mocking words, the Old Helmsman became even more disdainful.
"What, you won't join the Supreme Ones, yet you want to claim their positions? Are you trying to egg me into killing one of them? Do you think I've lived too long?"
A universe-level terror organization, with influence spread throughout the universe.
Although he considered himself somewhat capable in this galaxy, those capabilities were nothing worth mentioning when placed in the universe at large.
Patrick laughed even more heartily.
"You can actually guess."
"Still not as beautiful as the way you imagine it."
"What if I told you that I really do intend to kill a Supreme One in order to obtain his 'position'? Would you be willing to help?"
"I'll help your grandmother!"
"What if that Supreme One isn't a member of the Supreme Organization?"
The Old Helmsman froze at that.
"You mean he betrayed them, just like you did?"
"First of all, technically speaking, what I did wasn't called betrayal. It can only be called secession." Patrick cleared his throat before continuing:
"Second, the Supreme One I intend to deal with theoretically hasn't left the organization, but his current state is equivalent to 'betrayal.'"
"Do you speak the universal interstellar language?" the Old Helmsman continued his tirade.
"All right, this matter is also connected to our Cybertron General. General, do you remember that 'biological weapon' that suddenly appeared when you fought the Son of Kun's army?"
The High Engineer froze before recalling it:
"That enormous flesh construct that looked like a mouth—the thing I blasted back with a single shot from the 'White Hole Cannon'?"
"That's right. It's a standard level-three civilization weapon. In other words, a level-three civilization stands behind it."
The High Engineer rubbed his chin, a contemplative look appearing on his face:
"I once