Constantine sneered coldly. "It's been hundreds of years. I didn't expect Lord Tolstoy's tongue to still be so sharp. Although Gibraltar gained the least last time, within the Domain, we actually won the most clashes against your noble race..."
Arlin continued, "That's right, Tolstoy. We had bad luck last time and ran into the Demon Beast Kunlun, losing two-thirds of our spoils. Otherwise, the things we brought out would have blinded certain people. But this time, we elected the favored child of the God of Prophecy, Lord Constantine, as our captain. We'll avoid misfortune and turn danger into safety. This time, we'll make you cry until you can't even shed tears..."
Clearly, the Alien Dust race looked down on humanity, while Arlin and the others were equally repulsed by the Alien Dust race. Arlin's group and Julius could still converse with honeyed words and hidden daggers, maintaining at least a superficial peace. But when facing the Alien Dust race, they tore away all pretenses, only short of outright cursing at each other.
Tolstoy, the captain of the Alien Dust race, had quite a poetic name. He gave a cold laugh. "A lowly race, a blemish in the universe creator's work. Last time, you only had a few lucky chances of victory because the other races in my civilization were too weak and disappointing. This time, every leading member is an expert of my Alien Dust race. Julius, Arlin—oh, no, I should be calling you Constantine, shouldn't I? Hahaha, laughable. This time, just wait and open your eyes wide..."
This was the atmosphere when the three great galaxies gathered. Ye Luo almost laughed at the sight. Truly, the world bustled for profit, and the world scurried for gain. Although the supreme experts of the three great galaxies had gathered here, there