"Is this the earth? The home of those humans?" In space, a woman in a gorgeous robe looked at the screen in front of her, and there was a picture of the outside of the spacecraft, a blue planet.

The woman has a short hair and is not delicate in appearance, but has a majesty that makes people feel frightened at first glance.

And six other arms were poked out from the back of the robe.

But what is most concerned is that each of her arms exudes a light golden glow, as if made of metal, completely different from other eight-armed people.

"Sansan Master, we are finally here." Another eight-armed woman breathed a sigh of relief.

It was very novel when I first boarded this spacecraft, but after a few months, when the initial novelty subsided, all I could do was to be bored.

"I don't even dare to practice here, for fear of crushing those fragile humans and the same fragile spacecraft."

"Although those humans are fragile, their things are still quite interesting."

"You can move all the interesting things back to your home planet, and they won't have any opinions anyway. Of course, as long as we arrive at that place called the Earth, even if they have opinions, it depends on our mood."

This room covering an area of ​​200 square meters is decorated with sofas, soft beds and wine bars. It is already a luxury in such a large room on the spacecraft.

There were six eight-armed women standing or sitting in the room, of which, of varying ages, were all the same, all had eight arms, and in addition to the three priests, the two of them had metallic colors of different shades.

Judging from the position and the expressions of each person, the eight-armed tribe, known as the Three Sacrifice Chief, has undoubtedly the highest status.

The three priest slowly signaled everyone to stop and said slowly: "According to those humans, there are also strong people among humans."

"Those humans are so fragile, and the strongest are just the four-armed tribe members, and the so-called strong people are just the strongest among humans." An eight-armed woman said casually.

The Sanji Chief did not refute, and her views were similar.

"No matter what, the most important thing this time is to understand the situation of human beings and let them teach us to make ships that can sail in the astral realm. In addition, their technology is also very useful to our tribe." San Jichang said slowly.

In the knowledge system of the Eight-Armed Clan, outside the parent star is the astral realm.

And in human words, it is called space.

"So, we are not allowed to act recklessly. Humans are weak, so that is the best, but we can compose more things." The Third Priest warned, and his words changed: "Of course, we must also let them understand the gap between them and us."

"Please rest assured, Lord Ji." The others spoke one after another.

San Ji Chang smiled at the corner of his mouth, this was a plan that had been decided before he came.

To them, humans are fragile like children. Even if they have mastered powerful weapons and some useful technologies, they have to bow to their strength in the face of truly powerful forces.

Originally, the astral world was the one that influenced their power, but when they came to the earth, it was like a baby who had great wealth opening the door to protect themselves.

At this time, in the command hall, there were wavy patterns in the air in one corner. When you get close, you could still hear sounds, which were the sounds of the eight-armed tribes in the hall when they communicated.

"Did you analyze it? What are they talking about?" asked the commander in a uniform in a deep voice.

"No, this language is different from their official language. It is their ancient language. It is not mastered by their ordinary tribesmen. It is only used in royal families, nobles and temples. Therefore, the samples are insufficient and it is difficult to analyze for the time being.

Moreover, this language involves some very complex things. When they use this language, a strange magnetic field will appear, which takes longer to analyze."

"Forget it, no matter what their ideas are... the base is ready." The commander said with a loose brow.

I hope everything goes well. It is said that those demons are in the base and should be able to compete with these eight-armed tribe members! The commander was thinking more about his family and he would see them soon.

Half an hour later, with a slight vibration, everyone in the command hall cheered.

Finally returned home.

"Go and notify the envoys of the Eight-Armed Tribe." Although the commander had not completely relaxed, he had lost his previous tension.

In the large space station outside the node, everyone and the spacecraft have been tested to prevent the microorganisms of the Ceratops galaxy from being brought to Earth. Otherwise, they will have to go home after two weeks of isolation.

But now it only takes three days to handle all the matters before the holiday is ready.

...

As the spacecraft door opened, Ren Baqian watched the guard of honor wearing a dress line up on both sides of the red carpet.

This gave him a sense of déjà vu when he watched the news broadcast.

"It seems that there should be flowers at this time..." Ren Baqian had such an idea in his mind, and then he saw a beautiful woman selected from four countries standing under the gangway holding flowers.

Ren Baqian's expression was a bit strange, and I don't know who arranged the arrangement to welcome the aliens.

"Let the nuclear bombs and a hundred electromagnetic guns aim at this place are more suitable for expressing human kindness than flowers." Ren Baqian chuckled and whispered.

The sound is not high, just so it can be heard by a few people around.

The others seemed to have heard nothing.

There are senior executives from various countries here. Even if they are not the top ones, who dares to aim the nuclear bomb here?

A few experts came out first, all of whom were real experts, who were previously responsible for communicating with the Eight-Armed Tribe.

Later, I saw several tall women with arms behind them, like Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

"Here you come."

The missions of various countries were ready to welcome alien visitors, and they felt that the air seemed to explode in a circle of ripples, and huge energy values ​​burst out in front of them. From the eight-armed clan envoys, they stood there like energy pillars that spread across the sky.

Huge pressure came from the front, making people unable to help but bow their heads and dare not look directly at them.

"Bastard!" Such an idea came to everyone's mind.

"What are they going to do?"

Everyone tried to straighten their spines and necks, trying to look directly at each other. They were the top group of people on earth. They represented human beings, and no one wanted to bow their heads to alien visitors.

However, the huge gap in strength made every bone in their bodies moan.

If the other party hadn't wanted to kill someone, at least half of the people on the scene would explode and die under this huge pressure.

Fortunately, at this time another huge aura erupted from the crowd, reducing the huge pressure brought by the Eight-Armed Clan Envoys Group to most of the time.

The empress in red sneered, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, and she strides forward.

These damn aliens.

Although the empress doesn't mind being a gun for people when there are benefits, she won't be so proactive.

But these eight-armed clan envoys reminded her of the damn alien races outside the two world walls.

I thought of the battle that just ended not long ago.

Thinking of those dead tribe members.

This gave her the urge to slap the other person to death.

A series of patterns with wilderness and wildness appeared on the empress.

Several tall figures walked out of the crowd with the empress's footsteps, with ferocious murderous intent on their faces.

These ancient clan masters, who were like wild and fierce people, exploded at the moment when their breath collided.

"die!"
Chapter completed!