As the immortal ‘Fuweisar’ of the Qiuhsi Clan communicated with his fellow clansman Rekeaya, Luo Feng’s squad was still on their way back to their lair.
Inside the lounge of a Class-C9 spaceship.
“Let’s divide the spoils of war.”
“This time we took down twenty Monarchs and one immortal deity. There’s quite a haul. The fallen immortal left a World Ring filled with treasures,” laughed Taiwo, giving orders, “Kuangwu, you check to make sure none of the spoils bear the psychic mark of that escaping immortal ghoul.”
“I’ll handle it.”
Kuangwu picked up the six World Rings before him, inspecting each one. Actually, after every battle, whenever an enemy squad with an escaped immortal was slain, such checks were routine.
On the battlefield, ‘detection instruments’ were used for surveillance.
And the spoils would be examined again.
Thus, the chances of being ensnared were extremely low. Yet no matter how well one guarded, if someone deliberately left a hidden trap, one would inevitably fall victim. For example, one of the Monarchs they had slain bore an artifact that was a token from his teacher. Once the Monarch perished, none among Taiwo’s squad could identify the artifact’s significance.
Yet, the ‘Outerverse Battlefield’ was a realm of inherent peril, where death walked hand in hand with the living, and few mighty souls ever sought the bitter fruit of vengeance.
Therefore, the warriors on the Outerverse Battlefield didn’t care too much.
“No issues,” Kuangwu smiled.
“Good, let’s divide the spoils,” Taiwo announced. “This time, both Madman and Poison played crucial roles. Madman consumed a precious potion as well. You two pick first.”
“Without Madman, I couldn’t have slain that immortal ghoul. Madman, you go first.”
“You pick first.”
Luo Feng sat on the sofa, sipping wine with a relaxed smile.
…
After dividing the spoils, Luo Feng and his team finally reached their lair aboard the Class-C9 spaceship, beginning to rest on that shattered star. Each member reflected on the battle, drawing lessons and experiences, training and improving themselves within the ‘Virtual Universe’.
…
Inside a shattered star within the asteroid belt.
The immortal scaled creature Fuweisar sat alone within the shattered star, his eyes flashing with murderous intent from time to time: “They made me lose 10% of my soul. Damned humans, I will make you regret this!”
“Where is Rekeaya? I’ve already returned to our lair, yet he hasn’t spoken to Prince Mengwina yet?” Fuweisar waited anxiously. As a vassal race, the Qiuhsi Clan naturally stood far beneath the Demonkin. Even if their powers were equal, Qiuhsi warriors were bound to show utmost deference before Demonkin warriors.
Moreover, Mengwina was of royal blood, his power surpassing Fuweisar’s. Although Fuweisar longed to annihilate that human squad, he still dared not disturb ‘Mengwina’ recklessly.
“Communication?” Fuweisar bared his fangs in a grin as he finally received a signal.
“Rekeaya, I’ve been waiting for so long. You finally contacted me,” Fuweisar joyfully said.
“Hmph, among the numerous royal lineages of the demonkind, the Ziqian Vipers are infamous for their cunning and mercilessness. Though I share some camaraderie with Prince Mengwina, I must proceed with caution to avoid inciting his wrath. I had to be diplomatic… Just now, Prince Mengwina has consented to establish contact with you,” Rekeaya stated, “Here is the prince’s communication cipher.”
Receiving the communication code, Fuweisar was overjoyed.
“After successfully inviting the prince, I’ll contact you again,” Fuweisar said.
“If the prince agrees, I shall naturally accompany you,” Rekeaya replied.
“Then await my good news.”
Snap.
Fuweisar immediately terminated the communication, then narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, murmuring, “The information I received last time should be accurate. If so, I’ll have a solid chance of securing Prince Mengwina’s aid.” With that, Fuweisar immediately began contacting Mengwina’s communication code, requesting a connection.
Moments later.
“Who is it?” A hoarse, deep voice echoed with a heavy reverberation, as if the voice originated from a deep valley, directly resonating within Fuweisar’s mind.
Fuweisar couldn’t help but muse to himself: “Though the demonic tribes can only communicate through transmissions, at least their signals can mimic natural speech. Technologically, they are leagues ahead of my Qiuhsi kin. My people still have to rely on bio-ships to relay messages over moderate distances—far more primitive than this.”
“Great Prince Mengwina, I am Fuweisar of the Qiuhsi Clan,” Fuweisar quickly said, “I believe Rekeaya has already introduced me to you.”
“Fuweisar? You seek my aid to hunt down the human squad?” The deep voice carried a hint of anger.
“That’s correct,” Fuweisar replied.
“On the Outerverse Battlefield, countless mighty warriors perish. Should we hunt down every fallen soul? Would that still be war?” The voice thundered with wrath, “Speak—give me your reason.”
“Prince Mengwina,” Fuweisar quickly responded with reverence, “I believe my clansman Rekeaya did not fully introduce that human squad to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be angry, but rather delighted.”
“Hmm?” The deep voice lowered slightly, “Explain.”
“That human squad consists of one immortal deity and nine Monarchs. Among those nine Monarchs, two possess combat strength rivaling immortals,” Fuweisar explained.
“Two human Monarchs with immortal-level combat power?” The deep voice quickened slightly.
“That’s correct, my prince.” Fuweisar’s scales on the shattered star wrinkled, his expression smug. It seemed the information he had received was indeed accurate.
“Tell me more about these two human Monarchs,” the deep voice commanded.
“These two humans: one is an alchemist. He cultivated special potions and combined them with a plant-based Monarch lifeform, ultimately granting it immortal-level combat power. The second human is a mentalist using the Yanshen Armament. He can even unleash the Ninth Layer ‘Immortal Can Be Defied,’ which gravely wounded my clansman,” Fuweisar explained.
“Good, very good, excellent!” The deep voice brimmed with excitement, “Fuweisar of the Qiuhsi Clan, from now on, you are my friend. Of course… you had better not deceive me!”
“Absolutely not,” Fuweisar quickly replied.
“Hearing from Rekeaya, you can confirm their location?” The deep voice pressed.
Fuweisar immediately explained in detail how his hidden trap was absolutely secure and reliable. After finishing, he added, “I can clearly sense their location even now.”
“Where?”
“The precise cosmic coordinate range is…” Fuweisar explained.
Actually, once the distance becomes too great, although the artifact could sense a general direction, it couldn’t pinpoint the exact location or cosmic coordinates. However, the asteroid belt’s diameter was only 0.8 light-years. A King-ranked immortal deity could traverse the entire belt with a single teleportation. In cosmic terms, 0.8 light-years was extremely short.
Furthermore, the distance between Luo Feng’s lair and Fuweisar’s location was less than 0.1 light-years, making the psychic resonance even more distinct. This enabled Fuweisar to pinpoint a broad range of cosmic coordinates.
“That lies within the asteroid belt, a realm teeming with mighty human warriors,” the resonant voice declared. “We must not venture forth recklessly.”
“Ahhh,” Fuweisar was stunned, “My prince, if we are cautious…”
“No.”
The resonant voice commanded, “We shall bide our time until they depart from the realm of the mortal champion. Only then shall we strike.”
(Note: I’ve maintained the fantasy tone by using more archaic/formal phrasing like “bide our time” and “realm of the mortal champion” while keeping the original meaning. The translation flows naturally in English fantasy prose while preserving the commanding tone.)
Fuweisar could only respond, “Understood.”
Snap!
The communication ended.
Within the dark shattered star, Fuweisar sat cross-legged on the ground, his claws gripping the rocky surface until it crumbled, growling, “The Ziqian Vipers, cunning and cautious, the rumors are indeed true. Hmph! It seems I’ll have to wait. I believe that human squad will soon leave their lair.”
“At least I’ve successfully invited this Ziqian Viper.”
“I heard the rumors were true. Among the demon clans, there is indeed a special reward for slaying human prodigies,” Fuweisar gloated.
…
In terms of innate abilities, humans as a whole were inferior to the demonic races.
Thus, human Monarchs capable of rivaling “immortal deities” were exceedingly rare and few in number. Within the 026th Camp Base of the Seventh Battlefield in the Outerverse, such instances could be counted on one hand. Consequently, the Yaozu, humanity’s sworn enemies, had established specific decrees that granted extraordinary rewards for the elimination of human prodigies.
The Ziqian Viper Clan was merely one of many royal bloodlines among the demonkind, and above them loomed even more exalted Imperial Clans!
Therefore, Mengwina, as a rather insignificant immortal deity within the Ziqian Vipers, possessed limited resources. The reward for slaying these two human prodigies was sufficient to make him ecstatic.
…
Under the command of the Ziqian Viper ‘Mengwina,’ the two immortal deities of the Qiuhsi Clan, ‘Fuweisar’ and ‘Rekeaya,’ traveled to a prearranged cosmic coordinate to gather.
The three factions converged.
Gathered in hushed anticipation, they awaited the emergence of the human Monarch squad. The moment the human team ventured beyond the asteroid belt—that densely populated domain of formidable human warriors—they would strike.
“It’s been eight days already. Why haven’t they come out yet?”
“Fuweisar, could your artifact have been discovered? Maybe they deliberately left it somewhere.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be found. My artifact is hidden within a hidden compartment of a weapon. Unless they destroy the weapon itself… Do you think they’d go mad and dismantle all their spoils?”
“Silence! Wait!”
The allied immortal deity squad of the demonic race were like hunters, lying in wait in silence, anticipating the opportune moment.
…
Within the heart of the shattered star in the asteroid belt, Luo Feng’s temporary lair.
“This time we’ve rested for fifteen days, five days longer than usual. Everyone’s had enough rest, right?” Taiwo stood up with a smile.
The towering Yanpoluo Clan ‘Hammer’ spoke with a deep, resonant voice: “My great hammer has been yearning for battle.”
“My military merit is still far from enough,” the illusionist ‘Wei’ said while stroking the cat in his arms.
Each member of the team stood up.
After such a long rest, everyone was filled with vigor and high spirits.
“After this past half year, I’ve grasped the general patterns of battle on the Outerverse Battlefield,” Luo Feng mused inwardly, “If I continue following this squad for the long term, my accumulation of military merit will be far too slow. If I were alone, I could hunt immortal deities, even powerful ones.”
“But without completing ten billion military merit, I won’t gain ‘freedom’ and must continue obeying the military command’s arrangements.”
Luo Feng pondered silently.
“Ha! We managed to slay an immortal deity last time. I hope this time we’ll also reap great rewards,” Taiwo’s eyes gleamed like lightning as he ordered, “Move out.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Each member of the squad swiftly darted out along the deep passage, flying into the starry expanse outside. Then, the group boarded their cheap Class-C9 spaceship once again, embarking on their killing journey anew…
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