Chapter 570: The Fat Lamb

Luo Feng’s figure flickered, and in an instant, he crouched beside the E9-class laser rifle, a masterpiece of the Machine Race, and picked it up with a simple motion.

He reached out and caressed the rifle’s strange material, which was somewhat similar to the hull of his silver pyramid-shaped spaceship. However, the material of this laser rifle was subtly superior. Though called a rifle, its caliber was astonishing, even surpassing some cannons on Earth.

The laser rifle’s barrel had a diameter of one meter. In the vast universe, the main cannons of spaceships and warships often had calibers of hundreds or even thousands of meters. A weapon merely one meter in diameter was indeed considered a “rifle” in the cosmic scale.

” Luo Feng, this is the XTH-122 series of E9-class laser rifles, crafted by the Machine Race,” the consciousness of Babata communicated. “It’s famous for its compact size and extremely short energy-charging time. You should know that although our human race is somewhat skilled in technological weaponry, the most advanced weapons we can create are only capable of killing Domain Lords at the ninth stage. As for creating technological weapons capable of killing Immortals, we humans are incapable.”

Luo Feng nodded.

Indeed, the leap from Domain Lord to Immortal was a qualitative one.

The human race could forge alloys only up to the E-class peak. F-class alloys were definitely born from the universe itself—natural metals. Their technological weapons followed the same principle; once reaching the E-class peak, they could not break through to create stronger tech weapons.

But the Machine Race was different!

The Machine Race was the birthplace of technology in the universe, and all its members were intelligent lifeforms.

They could create technological weapons capable of killing Immortals!

They could forge alloys comparable to F-class or even higher! Moreover, these alloys possessed superior properties compared to pure metals.

For example, back when Luo Feng was aboard the Yantomark, he had seen the corpse of an Immortal from the Machine Race. That corpse was essentially an alloy body, an alloy comparable to F-class metal. The alloy body was perfectly flexible and resilient—an incredible feat indeed.

This was unique to the Machine Race. No other race could achieve such a thing.

“Only the Machine Race can create technological weapons capable of killing Immortals,” Babata continued. “Of course, such weapons come at an extremely high cost. Even among the Immortals of the Machine Race, only a select few possess such terrifying weapons.”

Luo Feng nodded.

The spaceship of the Machine Race he owned was equipped only with E3-class laser cannons and a planet-destroying main cannon. Although the planet-killer was powerful, its energy-charging time was far too long, making it unsuitable for close combat. Moreover, its massive size made it impractical for individual use.

“The smaller the weapon with the same power, the more expensive it is. The shorter the energy-charging time, the more expensive it is!”

“This E9-class laser rifle is compact and has an ultra-short charging time. It can be considered the nemesis of Domain Lords,” Babata explained. “Even within the Machine Race, such weapons are extremely rare. Your teacher never managed to obtain one of these back then.”

“How much does it cost?” Luo Feng asked urgently.

“About 5000 Primordial Units,” Babata replied. “It’s not too expensive for an Immortal, but the problem is that it’s a restricted item. Even with money, it’s hard to purchase unless you’re willing to pay several times the price.”

“So expensive?” Luo Feng widened his eyes.

5000 Primordial Units were more expensive than an entire spaceship of the Machine Race.

“That’s right. This laser rifle can be regarded as a family treasure,” Babata said. “For example, if a family keeps such a rifle, and suppose an enemy Domain Lord flies into your planetary territory, the planetary defense system detects the enemy Domain Lord, and within 0.1 seconds, the rifle can be fully charged. If that Domain Lord dares to approach, a single shot will kill them before they even have time to react!”

Luo Feng nodded in agreement.

True.

The planet-killer was powerful, but it required 60 seconds to charge. At the speed of a Domain Lord at peak strength, they could fly tens of thousands of kilometers in a single second, reaching the heart of a planetary territory in no time. Therefore, the planet-killer was only a devastating weapon for offensive use. However, the E9-class laser rifle was incredibly versatile, whether used in close combat or as a family or national treasure.

“From today on,” Luo Feng said, stroking the rifle in his hands, feeling the cold temperature emanating from its body.

“I now have an even more powerful hidden card.”

The Mosha Clan clone could unleash incredible speed. Wielding the E9-class laser rifle, the clone could easily endure the 0.1-second charging period with its ghostly speed. Once that 0.1 second passed, a single shot would instantly kill the enemy!

Luo Feng stored the laser rifle into his spatial ring and then examined the already frozen corpse.

Although the surrounding ice had melted due to the previous extreme heat, causing the water to boil, this was still the Demon Mountain! Soon, the cold air from other areas spread here, and within just a few dozen seconds, the boiling water froze again, forming a layer of ice. The original water vapor also condensed into frost and ice.

“Crack!” Luo Feng stepped on the ice, breaking it, and removed the spatial belt from the corpse of Patuo.

“I wonder what treasures it has,” Luo Feng used his mental power to penetrate the belt and scanned it briefly.

With Luo Feng’s standards, ordinary treasures were not worth his attention. The total value of Patuo’s possessions was far less than one Primordial Unit.

“Ah, there are more than 3,000 black tokens here,” Luo Feng was pleasantly surprised as he took out a large number of black tokens. The tokens floated in the air before him, a dark mass. Each black token represented a human life of at least Cosmic-level quality.

More than 3,000 lives!

“Indeed, Demon Mountain is a place of nine deaths and one life,” Luo Feng shook his head inwardly. “I hope my identity token doesn’t become someone else’s trophy.” With a wave of his hand, he collected all the black tokens.

Adding to this unexpected gain.

The total number of black tokens Luo Feng had collected reached 4,320.

Swish!

Luo Feng quickly flew to the side of the Machine Race spaceship in the distance and carefully examined it. The original depression caused by the powerful laser beam had almost disappeared without a trace.

“It seems that in a moment, it will be as good as new. This alloy has memory recovery properties. It’s truly excellent,” Luo Feng inwardly praised. “Babata, store it in your storage space.”

“Understood.”

The Machine Race spaceship, which had fallen beside the rock wall and had a layer of ice on its surface, disappeared directly.

In a rocky ice cave, Luo Feng, as small as an ant compared to the cave, carried his war blade and advanced rapidly on his back.

“A lion must also give its all when hunting a rabbit!”

“If I encounter a somewhat troublesome opponent, I will immediately switch to my Mosha Clan clone to resolve it instantly.” As Luo Feng walked, he inwardly reflected on the previous battle. The reason he had entered such a deadly situation in the previous battle was because he had initially underestimated the opponent at the ninth stage of Domain Lord, which led to the outcome.

As he walked, Luo Feng frowned.

“Babata,” Luo Feng called inwardly.

“The warrior who wanted to kill me once shouted, ‘It’s really you!’ and even took out an E9-class laser rifle, a weapon rarely owned even by Immortals…”

“Firstly, that warrior was just a native of the Nine-Star Sea. In theory, he absolutely couldn’t obtain an E9-class laser rifle,” Babata’s voice sounded. “Whoever obtained the E9-class laser rifle must be an Immortal, and one with a strong background! Combining his previous words ‘It’s really you’ after seeing the Mo Yun Vine, and combining it with the Domain Lord who previously pursued you…”

“All evidence points to a powerful figure with connections wanting to kill you!”

“This powerful figure gave the laser rifle to this Domain Lord at the ninth stage and told him your characteristics—that you possess a Domain Lord ninth-stage Mo Yun Vine.”

“And the Domain Lord who previously pursued you, who guarded the cave entrance tightly, was probably the same.”

“From this, we can conclude!”

“This powerful figure wants to kill you and has arranged more than one person. There are Domain Lords and Domain Lords with laser rifles.” Babata explained.

Luo Feng’s pupils constricted.

Who wants to kill me?

I seem to have offended no one.

“A powerful figure wants to kill you, probably involving some upper-level grudges,” Babata continued. “I guess there are three possibilities: factional struggles, personal grudges, and racial wars.”

“Because each Venerable of the Virtual Universe Company independently leads a faction. You will belong to the faction of the Nine-Sword Venerable in the future. If the factional struggle is fierce, someone might foresee your threat and try to eliminate you. However… assassinating a genius is a despicable act. If someone dares to do this, it must be a faction with intense hatred.”

“Second, personal grudges. You are the disciple of Zhenyan Wang. Therefore, grudges others have with Zhenyan Wang might also involve you. However, similarly, whoever dares to do this must have a significant grudge, otherwise they wouldn’t dare to take such a risk.”

“Third, racial wars. The cosmic humans are in fierce conflict with other races. Some powerful individuals infiltrate other races to assassinate their geniuses. Such incidents are not uncommon.”

Luo Feng nodded slightly.

All three possibilities were plausible.

“Luo Feng, as your strength grows and your status rises, you will inevitably offend more people or encounter those who want to kill you despite no offense,” Babata said. “Therefore, you must be careful.”

“Yeah,” Luo Feng nodded.

I cannot die!

If I die, the fate of Earth’s humans, whose foundation is still fragile, will likely change immediately. The Pinghai Group, with its immense wealth, will soon attract the greed of others, with unpredictable consequences. After all, even the Virtual Universe Company, which is incredibly vast, is filled with internal factions and interest groups.

This is a massive force even more powerful than a cosmic nation.

Luo Feng became even more cautious, advancing along the path. Along the way, whenever he encountered Domain Lords at the seventh stage or higher, he quickly eliminated them using his Mosha Clan clone. Those below the seventh stage were swiftly dealt with by his Earthling self.

Though he was cautious, bloodshed was inevitable.

The number of black tokens quickly accumulated to 4,831.

On the 75th day in Demon Mountain.

Luo Feng, carrying the Blood Shadow War Blade, walked through the ancient cave filled with cold air. Suddenly, his pupils constricted. In the distance, about ninety kilometers away, two Cosmic-level youths were carrying an elaborately carved long chair. On the chair lay a thin, goateed old man, occasionally humming. Five youths followed beside him.

“Is that him?” Luo Feng’s pupils constricted. “That old queer?”