My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 174 - 127: Try to Steal My Giant Dragon, I’ll Destroy You!_2

Chapter 174: Chapter 127: Try to Steal My Giant Dragon, I’ll Destroy You!_2

Hearing this, everyone finally stopped arguing and turned their attention to the chairman of the Treasure Pavilion.

"Let us not forget, in this relic, there may be that legendary treasure, something beyond what money can measure."

The chairman said solemnly, "My idea is to feign cooperation with the Blood Corpse Pirates, negotiate, buy time; meanwhile, have the Mercenary Empire send troops to rescue the few hundred people from the exploration team first."

"Pirates are cowards that bully the weak; they dare act recklessly in the North Sea, bully seven small countries. When they encounter a tough opponent, they know the differences."

Afterwards, we’ll have the Human Alliance Military threaten the Magma Emperor, so the pirates withdraw when facing difficulties and the relic will still be ours."

Everyone nodded in agreement, with no one opposing this plan.

In short, first, rescue the several hundred members of the exploration team.

After all, the relic isn’t going anywhere, and it won’t make much of a difference if the construction team starts excavating later.

"The strength of the Blood Corpse Pirates cannot be underestimated. The Mercenary Empire will probably demand an exorbitant amount; how do we handle the budget?" someone asked.

After all, as businessmen, profits come first, and costs must be considered.

"Fifty billion, how about it?" The chairman thought for a few seconds and then stated a number.

Just as the words fell, someone on site frowned.

Spending fifty billion to hire mercenaries just to rescue a few hundred people from the exploration team was obviously distressing for many.

"Let’s add another twenty billion to the budget." Suddenly, a major shareholder said casually, "Don’t worry, this is my personal contribution, not the company’s money. As for you, do as you please."

Don’t ask, it’s simply because of wealth and whim.

"Hmph, I’ll add another twenty billion, personal funding." Another super-rich person waved a hand from the side, "I simply dislike the pirates. Money is not an issue. Just hire an elite army to harshly punish that bunch of trash!"

"Hey, I’ll join too, let’s add a hundred billion to the budget."

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In the blink of an eye, the budget increased from the initial fifty billion to a hundred and thirty billion in Human Federation currency.

Everyone present was astonished.

... Not daring to speak.

These big shots are indeed unbelievably wealthy.

Such an extravagant expenditure, personal contributions.

Even if this relic project is successfully excavated, it won’t earn them much money anyway.

If the project fails, it would result in incalculable losses.

But they don’t care.

A hundred and thirty billion, the Mercenary Empire would be overjoyed.

Even if the Blood Corpse Pirates have an Emperor Level background, they would still confront them head-on.

Quickly, the discussion ended.

The chairman turned to instruct the secretary to contact the Mercenary Empire.

But the North Sea is very far, even if mercenaries are hired, it would take several hours to reach there.

Hopefully, the exploration team can hold on until the rescue arrives.

Otherwise... they would have to annihilate the Blood Corpse Pirates’ 79th Squad to avenge them.

In any case, paying ransom is out of the question; they’d rather throw the money away than give it to pirates, that’s the bottom line.

The Treasure Pavilion still wants to hold its place on the world stage; it cannot appear weak, it must have the courage of "money is secondary, stand up if affronted."

If you act weak and easy to bully, any cat or dog in the future would dare to bite a piece of your flesh.

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Five thousand meters underwater, in an ancient city of the Demon Race.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom——

The Magic Energy Cannons roared, with massive magic beams targeting the Sea Giant, focusing fire.

Fierce Evil Energy War Chariots, engulfed in black flames, charged towards Basil in a death rush.

"Hah!"

The Sea Giant roared, his body indestructible, withstanding the relentless bombardment of the puppet army. His massive six-meter-six-tall body charged forward, shaking the earth and mountains.

He swung each of his massive arms wielding a Tyrant’s Hammer, swinging them in front of his chest, the huge hammerheads colliding.

Boom~

The Tyrant’s Hammers clashed, and in an instant, a terrifying shockwave and sonic boom formed a tsunami, sweeping in all directions.

Within hundreds of meters, ancient structures were destroyed and leveled, stones shattered in the sonic wave, puppets and mechanical men exploded.

’Poof~’

Sheep-headed Kulus spat fresh blood, and his eardrums burst, bleeding.

Above King Level, the gap between each small tier is immense.

The Sea Giant is a True King Level creature, two tiers higher than Kulus, with overwhelming combat power; he stood no chance.

"Time to retreat... if I don’t, I will die too."

Wounded, Kulus whispered to himself, raised his hand to wipe blood from his mouth corner, and then glanced at the entrance to the Underground Palace.

Though he took money to relieve others of trouble,

The enemy’s strength is too great; this trouble is beyond his capacity to relieve.

Fighting with his life, battling two tiers higher, managing to hold the Pirates off for over ten minutes, he had delivered his utmost duty.

He didn’t hesitate any longer, immediately gestured with hands, face solemn, chanting a spell.

Buzz~

Magic essence surged, evil energy rushed forth.

On the battlefield, the remnants of puppets automatically flew up, reconvenes, assembled to form a six-meter-long Magic-Energy Mechanized Bird, like a warplane.

Whoosh——

Kulus flew aboard, entered the cockpit, and the mechanized bird roared as it soared into the sky, diving headlong into the "sea surface" above, fleeing swiftly.

Although the Sea Giant Basil’s jumping power was remarkable, he couldn’t fly.

He could only watch as the Sheep-headed man fled, unable to pursue.

In terms of physical advantage alone, the Giant Race is not weaker than the Dragon Race; Ancient Giants, Titan Giants could even engage in brawling and fighting against Giant Dragons.

But in magic, the Giant Race is quite inferior, completely outcompeted by the Dragon Race.

"Hmph, cowardly rats."

Basil pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, no longer concerning himself with the fleeing defeated opponent.