The Auction Ends

By now, the atmosphere was tense and suffocating. Every bid was likely to be the final price. Whether the bidders were able to handle the price was also a question. The Northern Alliance had a huge business, while the Western Alliance needed the two Citadels to split the cost. The Western Alliance could supply the battleships, but in terms of the price, the Citadels would have to bear it themselves. The relationship between the two Citadels and the Western Alliance was not as close as the relationship between the Northern Alliance and the Great Conclave.

"One Sovereign-Class Base Ship, one Capital Warship, and two Expedition Battleships!" Metatron gritted his teeth and reported this price.

"Fine, you can have it!" The Terminator suddenly said coldly and did not continue bidding.