Looking at the conscript order, Gongsun Murong and Narasha seemed very unhappy. They also wanted to develop slowly in Fenheng Kingdom, make money to buy things for the galaxy civilization and their own planet.

What's more, the two spherical spacecraft were fighting against the robot race, and led the fleet of the Galaxy Civilization to kill all directions and capture one galaxy after another.

Now the body is filled with the soul that is separated from later. The combat power is not as good as the first time. It seems very dangerous to participate in large-scale combat. The body must not follow. So, will it bring colorful dreams? If you don’t bring it, the combat power will be affected. What if you die?

"Are we conscripts or are we hired?" Gongsun Murong asked the person who sent the conscript order.

"You have paid back the money you owe. After the battle, you will continue to work and give you wages directly." The visitor said something that the parliament had discussed.

Xulunmu Age, who had not recognized his master, went to the battle, but the effect was not good, the casualties were too large, and the cooperation was not tacit, and it was generally used to transport materials. When it really reached the battlefield, the level nine technology could not carry out rapid space transportation, and both sides would block the space.

Now there are 1,321 Xulunmu Ahs who recognize their masters, so they naturally have to put them on the front line and equip Xulunmu Ahs with weapons to attack the enemy's combat units.

However, considering that Gongsun Wuming had not participated in the battle of level nine civilizations and had never learned how to lead the Wenrou Assistant to fight, he first asked him to take Wenrou Assistant to be responsible for transportation, gradually adapt to the battlefield situation, and then determine the next step based on his learning situation.

After telling the two of them, Gongsun Murong and Narasha were relieved. The transportation was simple, and they brought weapons and supplies to the place and came back. They kept making trouble and the work was simple.

Narasha asked deliberately: "Why can't you teleport in space?"

"Yes, this is the case. When the two sides are fighting, they will constantly launch space bombs and throw them around. Sometimes they don't know the location. Space bombs cannot kill people and can only disrupt the space. If they are accidentally hit by space bombs, they will be teleported away. Some can find ways to come back, while others will lose news forever.

When teleporting things, a lot of materials were teleported off. They were originally intended for our troops to use, but they were transferred to the enemy. There were also many physical bombs, and the space was affected. If they were not in the exact place and landed in our troops, and exploded, the loss would be too great."

The person who came here briefly introduced the situation, but he didn't understand the specific theory. Anyway, the battlefield was very chaotic. The space movement ability of the transport ship itself was required to move for short distances, little by little, the longer the distance. The higher the risk factor.

Since Xulunmu Agu is a creature, they have their own special judgments when moving space. Compared with transport ships, the distance they move at a time is longer and is not disturbed by electrons, magnets and other bombs on the battlefield.

When they fight directly without the front, they just transport supplies, medical care, food, maintenance parts, physical weapons, etc. back and forth.

"I know, where will we transport it?" Narasha heard the question clearly and no longer worried about her combat effectiveness.

They cannot transport all their supplies from the main administrative star. They need to go to the front line. There are special supply points on the front line, and people from other places transport supplies to the supply points. They then use gentle assistants to install them and enter the battlefield.

Gentle Assistant can use his own ability to make long-distance space jumps. One thousand three hundred and twenty gentle Assistant, with their masters, comes directly to the supply point.

It is said to be a supply point, but there is no planet. Countless materials are floating in space, and there is also a small army protecting them to avoid problems.

Another sixty gentle assistants who have already recognized their masters have also come. They are loaded with a large number of weapons to form a mobile fortress, fight against the enemy, and even eat directly from the land.

The enemies fighting against the Nine-level Alliance this time are energy consciousness bodies. They do not have warships. They will create physical weapons and then control attacks on human races. They do not need energy weapons. They are composed of energy themselves and can be replenished in daily life. During battles, they need to transport energy blocks from the rear and consume them while eating.

The Nine-level Civilized Bomb is actually an instrument. After explosion, it will shock the energy of the energy consciousness body, accelerate the mutual impact between the energy, and can detonate. Even if the enemy is not detonated, it can consume a large amount of the enemy's energy.

If the gentle assistant rushed forward, he would swallow it directly. The energy consciousness that was eaten into their stomachs would become a part of their body, but it would harm the gentle assistant, and there would be poisonous and radiation substances inside.

Part of the toxic and radiation substances obtained by Gentle Assistant eating meteorites are used to attack the energy consciousness body, use poison to fight poison, and use the same substance to reverse it.

Gongsun Murong and Narasha looked at the gentle assistants like sixty planets, wanting to say something, but they don’t know how to speak.

Narasha kept picking out barbecue and wine, and said to the sixty gentle assistants: "Eat it, have a full meal, and then kill the enemy."

The breeders of Gentle Assistant were silent, especially those who had participated in a war. He knew that Gentle Assistant did cause great damage to the enemy, but he also received the most attacks. Every time he participated in the war, he basically died almost the same, and very few could survive, including him, the breeder. He didn't know whether he could come back alive.

Sixty gentle assistants did not want to help Fenheng's war. They were not a member of Fenheng's country and did not live well in their daily lives. They had no sense of identity with this country, but they would not be able to go.

They were very sad. They were going to lose their lives and still had to go. Looking at the large amount of food in front of them, it was probably the last meal.

They ate, and there was a sad atmosphere rippling in space.

The breeder who manages his identities flew to Gongsun Murong and Narasha and said to the two: "Don't participate in the battle. You are the bodies filled with souls and cannot withstand the enemy's thoughts. Your two bodies die, which will cause great harm to your body. And then you will continue to send your bodies to command the gentle assistant. Even if you use the body in the end, otherwise the country will not agree."

"Thank you, we are hiding behind." Gongsun Murong did not say that his soul filled his body was different from others. He knew that the keeper cared for and expressed his gratitude.

As for not helping Fenheng Kingdom do things, don’t even think about it. Fenheng Kingdom will attack the Galaxy civilization.

For the sake of Galaxy Civilization, I and Narasha not only have to participate, but also have to do things well. The better they perform, the more they will be taken care of.

"The battle against robots there is temporarily reduced in scale, changing from active attack to friction defense, leaving a blank area on the battlefield, and the spherical spacecraft is ready to support us at any time."

In order to help the ninth-level civilization, Gongsun Murong had to slow down the offensive of the Galaxy Civilization, which just allowed soldiers filled with the soul of the Galaxy Civilization to rest, build the occupied territory and repair weapons.

After the sixty gentle assistants were full, the keeper greeted: "Let's go, you are sensing the dangerous situation yourself to decide the distance of space movement in the ground. When you defeat the enemy, you will survive again. I will ask you for me and ensure that you will improve your treatment."

The sixty gentle assistants didn't care about the keepers at all, and they felt that they couldn't come back. This time the enemy came in a fierce manner, so why wouldn't they pay attention to them? They would never be able to eat the food provided by the kind little girl again.

Hearing the keeper's words, Gongsun Murong's eyes lit up and he ordered Rourou: "Rouou, follow us and learn the fighting skills from our predecessors. If you are there, I will not command you, consider your own position."

"Okay, I'll go." Rourou didn't want to disappoint his master. The master said, go, then go.

The keepers were stunned and looked at Gongsun Murong in disbelief. It was obvious that Rourou was trying to die. Wasn't he very good to Rourou?

Narasha also said happily: "Go Rou Rou, don't be afraid, we are here, come, other big guys, help with transportation, swallow it quickly, and after swallowing, we will deliver it forward."

Under the confusion of the gentle assistants, Narasha directed the big guys to swallow the supplies floating in the space.

The breeders had already rushed to the front of the front with sixty-one gentle assistants as fast as possible.

After installing things, according to the coordinates, Gongsun Murong and Narasha started moving in a short distance with 1,320 gentle assistants, no more than 10 million kilometers at a time, but they were uninterrupted. The gentle assistant had this ability.

While moving, Gongsun Murong watched the situation on the other side through Rourou. The gentle assistant led by the keepers moved a long distance. Every time it was calculated based on light years. It seemed that the battlefield of firefighting was still far away.

Gongsun Murong also asked the gentle assistants to increase the distance of movement, otherwise they could only deliver things to the place when they moved at this distance.

He directed the gentle assistant to move for about half a light-year at a time, and he has not discovered any danger yet, but after moving once, he needs to stop and rest for a while.

Just as we move forward, we can accidentally find other human transport ships rushing on the way, with stars and planets constantly appearing in perception.

"Brother Murong, no wonder low-level civilizations are not qualified to interact with high-level civilizations. It has become a problem to travel back and forth. A civilization that has just left the planet, if you ask them to communicate with civilizations that are tens of thousands of light years away, it is unclear when their aircraft will arrive, but the people inside them will definitely die long ago."

Narasha met another transportation team and said to Gongsun Murong with a smile.

"Yes, so distance is a problem, and our Galaxy civilization also needs to work hard." Gongsun Murong echoed.

Time passed little by little, and sixty gentle assistants had arrived at the battlefield and had a firefight.

Through Rourou, Gongsun Murong did not see the enemy, but from time to time a thick beam of energy came through. Gentle Assistant also kept attacking weapons at a certain place under the command of the instrument of the ninth-level civilization.

"One or five light years, prepare." A sound appeared in an instrument, and then another coordinate was reported. The gentle assistants pressed the cannons as required and then fired.
Chapter completed!