"Later, relying on the sacrifices of countless sages who were not afraid of life and death, we finally drove the star-devouring beast back to their universe..."

"It's a pity that the channel connecting the two universes can never be closed..."

"In the end, all the civilizations in the universe decided to unite together, stay in the center of the galaxy, and guard the passage..."

"In the next few hundred million years, we will always stay in the center of the galaxy, guarding this universe..."

"Who knew, just recently, for some unknown reason, the passage began to expand..."

"No matter how many people we sacrifice, we still don't have enough ammunition and materials..."

"Frontline, I really can't hold on anymore..."

Nilu said with emotion: "Out of helplessness, the emperor decided to send people to leave the center of the galaxy and integrate all the new generation civilizations in the galaxy. We will unite as one and tide over the difficulties..."

The content of what Nilu said was too bizarre, and the people listening looked at each other with disbelief written on most of their faces.

Nilu curled her lips and thought she performed well, but she didn't expect that no one would believe her.

However, she doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter whether the people below believe it or not. What’s important is that she has a way of saying it.

She continued: "So, when we come back this time to establish the Galactic Empire and gather everyone, we hope that you can contribute to this universe and work with the frontline soldiers to protect our universe..."

"..."

Someone understood the meaning of Nilu's words and said with some anxiety: "You mean, the front line needs materials, materials refined by living people?!"

Nilu emphasized: "It's not refining, it's the will of intelligent life to protect the universe..."

"How many are needed?" someone asked next.

Nilu nodded, finally getting to the point, and said: "Everyone who is working on this is a zero-level civilization, with a limited population. Each civilization only needs to provide 100 tons of dark matter..."

"100 tons of dark matter?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but ask: "How much dark matter can one person provide?!"

"1 gram!"

Nilu raised a finger and said: "A material... a will to protect the universe can provide 1 gram of material..."

Zhao Yu secretly calculated that 100 tons means 100 million people.

He was a little shocked. Does this require every civilization to provide living people to die?!

Unexpectedly, Nilu continued: "We have calculated the scale of intelligent life in the entire universe..."

"Everyone here, each of your civilizations only need to provide 100 tons of dark matter every year to contribute to the frontline war..."

Is this still provided every year?!

Zhao Yu was shocked, sending 100 million people to die a year?

There are only 8.5 billion people in Blue Star!

At this time, someone muttered: "I don't believe this nonsense. Why do you think it's a science fiction story?"

"Anyway, I can't let my people die like this..."

"That's right, we are just a level 0 civilization. Even if we want to help, we are powerless. Looking at the video you sent, the population of the level 3 civilization is 10 trillion. Wouldn't it be better to ask them to help?"

Listening to what the people below said, Nilu showed her fangs and said with a smile: "Over the years, the empire has made so many sacrifices for this universe and protected the birth and growth of countless civilizations..."

"For us, some people are worth protecting, and some people are not worth protecting..."

"A civilization without dedication has no need to exist..."

As soon as these words came out, the person who was yelling just now shut up.

I suddenly woke up. The person standing in front of me seemed gentle and kind, but after all, he was a person of level four civilization!

Although the star-devouring beasts she talked about were too unbelievable, on the surface, they were...

At this time, Nilu suddenly said: "Does anyone not believe what I just said?"

Everyone looked at each other, feeling that her words were threatening.

"Letter..."

"Just believe me, the war on the front line is tense, and there is no discussion on the matter of dark matter..."

Nilu's interest in the performance passed and she stopped pretending and said directly: "Everyone here, you need to turn in 100 tons of dark matter every year. If you fail to turn it in on time, it means that your civilization has not contributed to the universe.

Then there is no meaning of existence..."

Everyone shuddered.

Seeing no one objected, Nilu sped up the process and directly announced that everyone present would be made a count by the empire.

All of them are required to change the internal systems of their respective civilizations and uniformly change them to a lord system. Those present are the lords. If anyone is not sure about changing the system, they can apply and the empire will help change it.

After the words fell, many people actually raised their hands.

"There are more than two hundred organizations in our federation. Without the help of the empire, I'm afraid there is no way to change..."

"There are more than 700 countries on our planet. It is difficult for us to do this alone. We also ask the empire for help..."

What Zhao Yu didn't expect was that many people present accepted Nilu's statement, and instead excitedly applied for help from the empire.

Only then did he realize that the place he was in was called Earl Island, and Nero had just announced that each of them was the Earl Queen of the empire.

This shows that these people are considered by the empire to be only a zero-level civilization.

Of course, not all zero-level civilizations have entered the age of nuclear weapons, and some are still in the industrial age.

For the civilizations that requested help, Nilu directly recorded them, and at the same time sent everyone a form, saying: "Everyone starts to register. Write down clearly the galaxy, address, and population information..."

After completing the filling, Nilu finally announced: "Very good, from today on, you are the counts of the Galactic Empire, the lords who manage the territory on behalf of the empire..."

After saying that, he immediately declared the meeting to be adjourned and everyone dispersed.

Zhao Yu looked at the appointment letter handed to him by Nilu, which should have the official seal of the Galaxy Empire, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

It says:

Letter of Appointment
Chapter completed!