I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property
Chapter 907 - 905: May I Ask Where to Pick Up a Delivery?

Chapter 907: Chapter 905: May I Ask Where to Pick Up a Delivery?

"Calm down, speak slowly. Haven’t you seen the world? What could be more serious than eight Level Five civilization fleets arriving at our Cosmic Empire?"

Now, Augustus also considers himself someone who’s seen it all. Their measly Level Five elementary civilization has been through such things, so he thinks nothing could surprise him more.

"Legion Commander, this time it’s even scarier than the last," Augustus’s subordinate said. "100 fleets! A full 100 fleets! Judging by the length of the battleships, they’re all fleets of Level Five Peak civilizations!"

"What did you say?" Augustus’s calmness shattered completely. 100 fleets from Level Five Peak civilizations? What is this? Are they planning to demolish all nearby Cosmic Empires?

Even during the last incident that shocked the entire Cosmic Empire, it was just one standard fleet from a Level Five Peak civilization. And now, it’s 100! This... this is enough to wear someone out!

Augustus suddenly found what he said earlier somewhat embarrassing. Seen the world? That’s a joke!

"Have we negotiated with them?"

"Yes, but the other party doesn’t seem to be from any Cosmic Empire," the subordinate reported. "They claim to be the logistics department of Saelde Corporation, coming here for a cargo handover."

"Saelde Corporation?" As a Legion Commander of a Level Five civilization, Augustus has seen a bit of the world. This company seems to be a subsidiary of the universe’s largest military equipment company, specifically selling some shady weapons and gear.

"So you’re saying that these 100 fleets are a batch of cargo?"

"Yes, that’s what they said. Someone ordered this batch of battleships, and they specified the delivery location to be near our Twin Whales Cosmic Empire."

"Let’s go, take me to have a look!"

Augustus immediately led the way out of his residence, heading straight to the front-line defense perimeter.

The entire Cosmic Empire’s fleet had entered an alert state, and outside their defensive area was a dense array of Level Five Peak fleets.

"Is that... the Interstellar Wanderer?" As a Legion Commander, Augustus is naturally knowledgeable about weaponry, especially those super battleships from top civilizations. He’s been drooling over them for a while.

He once fantasized that if he had a legion made up of Interstellar Wanderer ships, they would be enough to intimidate hundreds of nearby Level Five civilizations, ensuring everyone respected the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire as if it were divine.

An Interstellar Wanderer fleet, as long as the energy is sufficient, could easily destroy 1,000 ordinary Level Five civilization fleets. Even a usual Level Five Peak battleship could easily fight multiple enemies.

But they can’t even afford a fleet from Level Five moderate civilizations. A minimally equipped Interstellar Wanderer battle sequence requires cosmic coins worth a fortune, enough for many Level Five elementary civilizations like theirs to pool together!

And now, there are 100 such fleets before them! It’s truly enticing.

"Who could have ordered them?" Augustus couldn’t help but speculate, "It surely can’t be someone from our civilization, right? Who here can afford to assemble such a fleet?"

For 100 fleets of this caliber, even the production time in a factory would be extremely lengthy, not to mention the various weapons and energy configurations. The expenses are simply astronomical.

Even for a Level Five Peak civilization, assembling such a fleet would require them to sell everything. Most Level Five Peak civilizations only have one or two Level Five Peak fleets; the rest are complemented by fleets from Level Five high-grade civilizations.

"Wait!" Augustus suddenly thought of recent events in the Twin Whales Cosmic Empire, "Could it be that person?"

"Legion Commander, what should we do?" the subordinate asked, "The personnel for the handover hasn’t shown up yet. Do we need to maintain our alert status?"

"Maintain what?" Augustus cursed, "Do you think too little or too much of us? With our flimsy defenses, we wouldn’t need them to deploy a fleet; just a few ships, and our defensive line would crumble. Are you joking with me?"

If the other party wishes harm, alertness is useless. If they bear no ill intent, our alertness is pointless too. Since vigilance makes no difference, why bother at all!

"Then..."

"Inform the King about this, leave one person to see who comes for the battleship handover, and let the others take a break. Do whatever they want!"

"Take a break?" The subordinate was stunned, "If nearby civilizations create trouble during this period, won’t we..."

"Trouble?" Augustus sneered and pointed at the small dots in the sky, "Check those out. Who do you think would be foolish enough to cause trouble here? They’re probably more anxious than us right now!"

Since this fleet appeared near their Twin Whales Cosmic Empire, other civilizations might somewhat associate this fleet with them. No matter the intent—trouble or other purposes—they won’t want to get involved in this mess!

...

In the blink of an eye, another month passed, and the fleet remained in place. But this wasn’t unusual; such a large business handover could sometimes take years.

The front-line combat personnel continued to observe the fleet as usual.

"Hey, when do you think the person for the handover will come?"

"Who knows? The one who can afford a fleet like this must be extremely busy, maybe they won’t arrive for years."

"By the way, did you hear about the recent Cosmic Underground expo?"

"Hahaha, of course. Are you talking about the Ritian Sect?"

"Yeah, that guy is incredible. A mere Level Four life form managed to rub over a hundred Level 6, 7, and 8 life forms into submission while live-streaming their humiliation."

"What, you watched the stream?"

"Such a thrilling event only comes once every few millennia; of course, I watched it."

"Haha, 100,000 Cosmic Coins; that’s several years of our salary. You really splurged."

"Hehe, I recorded the stream. I uploaded it to a video platform in our Cosmic Empire, charging a few hundred Cosmic Coins for a preview. Guess how much I earned?"

"How much?"

"A total of 1.2 million Cosmic Coins!"

"Whoa, you sure are crafty. But isn’t that a copyright issue?"

"In our insignificant place, those managing billion cosmic coin transactions won’t waste time on us!"

"Haha, true!"

"Beep beep beep!"

"What’s happening? Another alarm?" As the two chatted, the alarm sounded again.

"Fleet, another fleet! 10,001 energy reactions!"

"Magnify the foremost energy target!" The two instantly began operating cautiously, "Someone, quickly notify the Legion Commander!"

"This is the latest private spacecraft model: Star Watcher. Hold on! I think I’ve seen the fleet behind it somewhere!"

One warrior opened a video file; it was footage from when Zhang Menglong participated in the auction for the Zuda Fleet. During the organizers’ presentation, they projected the fleet’s appearance.

"Ex... exactly the same! That’s... that’s the Zuda Fleet!"

"Ritian Sect, people from Ritian Sect are here!"

"Why did they come here? Did someone offend them?"

Both were instantly terrified, turning ashen. "Quick, ask them why they’re here!"

"This is the station of Twin Whales Cosmic Empire’s 8th Army Group. State your purpose, or we reserve the right for self-defense!" Despite voicing this officially, they felt internally insecure.

"Hello, may I ask, I have a package nearby; where can I collect it?"