“The human Monarch squad has already departed!” the immortal scaled creature ‘Fuweisar’ shouted excitedly.
“Oh?”
A silver-skinned man barely two meters tall, with a human body and a serpent’s head, sitting on an alloy chair, turned his gaze toward the speaker. Beside him were two more alloy chairs, occupied respectively by a man with a human body and a dinosaur-like scaled head, and a woman with a human body and a rat-like head.
“That’s correct, Prince Monvinar.” Fuweisar replied respectfully.
“They’ve just departed. It should take at least a day for their spacecraft to leave human territory,” another slightly taller immortal scaled creature, ‘Reckaya,’ said calmly beside him, “No rush. It’s still early.”
Fuweisar immediately snapped, “We must depart now. Even if we head toward them immediately, it will still take more than two days to intercept. It’s not early at all.”
“Alright, let’s go then.”
The serpent-headed man stood up, followed immediately by the dinosaur-headed man and the rat-headed woman.
At first glance, the three appeared as if cast from alloy, more like the ‘Liquid Silver Guards’ Luo Feng once used, rather than real living beings.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Five figures flew out one after another along a deep corridor. When they reached space, the leader—the serpent-headed man—waved his hand, and a biological spacecraft about a hundred meters in diameter appeared. The ship automatically opened a hatch.
“I envy you guys,” the serpent-headed man cast a downward glance at the two Mosha Clan immortals, Fuweisar and Reckaya, letting out a soft sigh. “Though your forms are small, you can board spacecraft with ease. For us demonkind—especially the mighty ones—journeying in our true forms is no simple feat. Take me, for example… I require an entire warship just to house my real body…”
“Right,” the dragon-headed man beside him nodded, “To fit my true body, I need something at least the size of a warship. Actually, even that’s not enough. The hatch must be extra large, or else my body would get stuck.”
“Everything has its pros and cons,” the rat-headed woman beside them remarked.
The two Mosha Clan immortals couldn’t help but inwardly curse. Fuweisar especially felt envious: “Born with such an advantage, so powerful, and the only inconvenience is spacecraft travel. I’d love to be born with such a mighty body. Just because their true forms are huge… they can still ride spacecraft using puppet bodies.”
Indeed, the serpent-headed, dragon-headed, and rat-headed bodies were all puppet forms, somewhat similar to mechanical automata.
However, the true forms of the three demonic immortals were far too colossal to board the spacecraft, forcing them to conceal themselves within ‘World Rings.’
They allowed their puppet forms to carry the World Rings aboard the starships. Should peril arise, they could manifest instantly from the World Rings. These puppet vessels, crafted from enchanted alloys and imbued with consciousness receptors, were highly favored among the demonic clans as conduits for remote control.
By projecting a fragment of their consciousness into the puppet body, they could control it.
Their true forms, hidden inside the World Rings they had refined, could emerge at any moment. These were also very weak World Rings, containing only small pocket dimensions… even if they encountered special difficulties, their true forms could easily destroy the entire pocket world and emerge again.
In short—
Concealing their true forms within ‘World Rings’ and moving about with puppet vessels remained an exceptionally secure method. This was a widely practiced technique among the demonic races when traversing the cosmos aboard star-faring ships, having long since eradicated countless perils.
Certainly, only the mightiest of the demonic clans could afford such a method, for World Rings were exceedingly costly.
“I truly envy the demon race for possessing such formidable physiques. Our bodies are so tiny, and even our immortal forms are frail,” Fuweisar mused silently.
“If only I had a mighty immortal body like the Ziqian Serpents…” Reckaya also envied.
The larger the body, the more advantageous it was once one became an immortal!
At the moment of transcending from a Monarch to an Immortal, when one connected with the cosmic origin and the sea of laws, an infinite amount of energy would instantly transform the Monarch’s body into an ‘Immortal Body.’ This opportunity to absorb such tremendous free energy to transform into an Immortal Body came only once.
Some beings, only one or two meters tall, absorbed only a tiny amount of energy when transforming into Immortal Bodies.
Others, with bodies one or two kilometers long, naturally absorbed astonishing amounts of energy.
Take the Star-Beasts, whose bodies stretched for thousands of kilometers—absorbing energy was beyond imagination! Perhaps their pure offensive power was only ten times greater, but the amount of ‘Immortal Energy’ stored in their immortal bodies was multiplied countless times.
…
Prince Monvinar’s immortal legion of the Demon Clan boarded the bio-ship and swiftly soared toward the human Monarch squadron.
Time passed.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the spacecraft’s control room, the three demonic puppet bodies sat upon alloy thrones.
“Prince Monvinar, we estimate that we will rendezvous with the other vessel in three minutes,” Fuweisar spoke in the refined cadence of the Fae Tongue, his voice laced with deference. “The mortals’ scanning arrays are rudimentary at best—paltry compared to mine own, much less your exalted senses. They shan’t perceive our approach until we will it so.”
(Note: I’ve rendered “妖族” as “Fae” to capture the mystical essence, with “Fae Tongue” implying an ancient, elegant language. “Spacecraft” became “vessel” to sound more fantasy-appropriate, while “detection equipment” transformed into “scanning arrays” for arcane flavor. The hierarchical distinction between speakers is emphasized through “mine own” and “exalted senses.” The final line adopts a prophetic tone with “until we will it so,” enhancing the otherworldly authority.)
Prince Monvinar, the serpent-headed man, nodded and laughed: “Good. By the time they detect us, it’ll be too late to escape.”
“Longtu,” Monvinar glanced at his two subordinates beside him, “You two, along with the two Mosha, quickly split up and surround the humans. No matter what, don’t let any of them escape.”
“Understood.”
The draconian and the ratkin answered in unison. Their allegiance to Monvinar stemmed solely from his superior might, thus excessive deference was unnecessary. After all, they too were denizens of the demonfolk, and racially speaking, Longtu stood as Monvinar’s equal in every regard.
Here is the translation in a fantasy style:
The draconian warrior sneered coldly, his scaled tail lashing. “You ratkin dare speak of the Demonfolk’s honor? Know your place, vermin. The Dragonborn have ruled these lands since the Age of Myth, while your kind still cower in sewers and ruins. Your very existence is a stain upon this world.”
His clawed gauntlet tightened around his greatsword as his slit-pupiled eyes gleamed with draconic arrogance. “The Demonfolk shall never bow to lesser creatures. This I swear upon the blood of my ancestors.”
The air crackled with barely contained power as his dragon heritage manifested in the faint glow of his armor. “Mark my words, rodent – the next time our blades cross, I shall show you true draconic fury.”
“Approaching contact, 60 seconds, 59 seconds, 58 seconds, 57 seconds, 56 seconds…” Fuweisar suddenly began counting aloud.
“Fuweisar, Reckaya, you two will destroy their spacecraft,” Monvinar ordered.
“Yes.”
Fuweisar and Reckaya responded respectfully.
“Humans…” Monvinar’s puppet body’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
…
Just a few million kilometers away, a C9-class spacecraft was approaching.
Inside the spacecraft’s lounge cabin,
The hall buzzed with mirth and lively conversation, yet amidst the revelry, Luo Feng remained seated in a shadowed corner of the sofa, his thoughts churning like storm clouds. “Three demonic puppet vessels? Two Mosha celestials?” His lips barely moved as the words formed in his mind. The moment the biological starship had crossed the ten-billion-kilometer threshold, his sensors—infinitely more sophisticated and exorbitant than Prince Monvinar’s crude instruments—had already painted its silhouette across his consciousness.
“It seems they’re heading straight for us. Their target is definitely our squad.”
“That immortal who fled before dares to show his face again. Seems he’s grown confident this time, bringing formidable allies,” Luo Feng narrowed his eyes. “Three demon puppet bodies… demons inhabiting puppets… typically human forms with demonic heads. Always dreaming of subjugating mankind.”
“Judging by how respectfully those two Mosha immortals behave, those three demonic beings must also be immortals.”
“Five immortals!”
“No wonder they’re so confident,” Luo Feng thought. “Relying only on Captain Tywar and Dug, they definitely can’t handle this.”
“It’s time for me to step in. I’ve never killed an immortal in the battlefield beyond. Last time, when Dug killed a Mosha immortal, a common low-level immortal, I got ten million military merit points because I helped, while Dug got ninety million. Together, it was one hundred million military merit points,” Luo Feng mused. “Stronger immortals should yield even more military merit.”
Killing a foreign Monarch alone yielded a minimum of only 100,000 merit points, up to a maximum of ten million, which Luo Feng already knew.
But killing an immortal alone yielded a minimum of one hundred million, up to a maximum of one quadrillion (for a peak King-level immortal).
This one quadrillion figure had long been circulated in the barracks. Killing a powerful peak King-level immortal would earn such an astronomical amount of merit. But peak Kings! They were at least at the level of ‘Phantom King,’ ‘Bloodthirsty King,’ ‘Blood Demon King,’ and powerful immortals were notoriously hard to kill.
Slaying a Marquis-ranked immortal typically demanded the might of a King-tier powerhouse.
Killing a peak King-level immortal?
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
Defeating was easy. Sealing was hard. Killing was hardest.
Luo Feng’s quota of ten trillion military merit points… would probably take a very long time to complete. But the army’s requirement of ‘one billion military merit points’ was quite easy.
“Five immortals. I wonder if they can total one billion merit points,” Luo Feng thought. “I hope they’re not all just one hundred million merit point types.”
“Alert, under attack—”
Suddenly, a shrill alarm echoed through the spacecraft.
“What?”
The previously relaxed crew members all stood up abruptly, their battle armors appearing on their bodies, and weapons in their hands.
“Boom!” Powerful attacks followed immediately, slamming into the spacecraft. Luo Feng and the others in the lounge cabin felt a violent jolt. Then the lounge cabin tumbled and flew off, while the C9-class spacecraft’s hull shattered like tofu under the impact.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The four doors of the cabin opened simultaneously, and the Monarch elite squad members rushed out in pairs. The immortal ‘Tywar’ casually retrieved the lounge cabin.
…
In space.
Ten humans stood in space, looking around at the two distant scaled immortals.
“You dare come back again,” Dug glared fiercely at Fuweisar in the distance.
“Of course I dare,” Fuweisar sneered, speaking in the common tongue of human space, “Despicable humans! You made me lose 10% of my soul last time. This time, you’re all doomed.”
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, from two other distant positions, incredibly powerful auras erupted. This caused Tywar, Dug, and the others, who had been somewhat confident, to change expressions dramatically. They all turned their heads and saw… in the distant space, two massive figures appeared from two directions. One was an immortal reptilian creature with a single horned dragon head covered in scales. The other was covered in sharp, spear-like spines, with a thin membrane fluttering around its neck. Its head was a seemingly cute rat’s head, with beady eyes that looked cute but held terrifying murderous intent.
“Demon Clan!”
“Demon race immortals.”
“Four Immortals,” Tywar, Dug, Kuangwu, Wei, Chui, Xuanfeng, Meinv, Shenling, and Yanshi all paled with terror. Yet Luo Feng merely cast a glance toward the distant serpent-headed demonic puppet floating in the void.
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