Infinite Opportunity to Devour the Starry Sky

Chapter 42 Titan Galaxy
The extraterritorial battlefield is a battlefield established by the four peak races of Human Race, Monster Race, Zerg Race, Machine Race, etc. In addition to the four peak races, there are countless subordinate races under the four peak races.

The extraterritorial battlefield is a general term, and it is actually divided into eleven major battlefields, and each major battlefield has many sub-battlefields.

Different battlefields have different battles.

In some high-end battlefields, all the active ones are immortal kings.

And for the slightly lower-end ones, a large number of Fenghou Immortals and a small number of Fengwang are active in it.

Once again, it is a battlefield where a large number of immortals and elite squads of world masters are active.

As for the most common battlefields, it is not like the previous battlefields where lone rangers or small teams are operating. The most common battlefields are usually led by one or more strong men to lead many domain masters and cosmic ranks to launch large-scale battles with alien races. .

In fact, this is the most common situation in the extraterritorial battlefield. After all, the strong are a minority after all, and the large number of ordinary realm masters, domain masters, and cosmic level are the main components of the extraterritorial battlefield.

The Titan Starfield is such a common battlefield.

"Wow!"

Wang Cheng came back to his senses from the trance of traveling through time and space. At this moment, a loud voice rang in his ears.

"Last time at Suanniao Xing, General Meteor led more than 1000 of our fighters and was surrounded by more than 3000 demon clans. That battle was really a catastrophe. We had more than 1000 people, but we blocked the attack of more than 3000 demon clansmen. During the siege, General Meteor even killed a monster clan leader, scaring them away."

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Wang Cheng glanced around. This is a very wide alloy room, and there are densely packed soldiers wearing standard armor in the room.

As for the voice Wang Cheng heard just now, it was a big man with a bird's beak sitting on a table. He was sitting on a high place, talking continuously.

And below the big man with a bird's beak, there are more than ten people gathered together in twos and threes. While drinking wine, they listened to the big man with a bird's beak bragging about his glorious deeds, and they felt quite leisurely.

And Wang Cheng was one of these ten people, the only difference was that he stayed together alone.

"Titan Galaxy, Team No. TUI23980035, a cosmic warrior who has just joined the team and has a withdrawn personality!" Wang Cheng tasted the information in his mind, and he quickly figured out many things.

This is a team led by the world lord "Meteor". This team is active in the Titan galaxy, but a few days ago, it was besieged by the monster clan in a place called Suan Bird Star, and it suffered huge losses. Then it returned to the supply base Added a group of new members.

And Wang Cheng is an ordinary universe-level newcomer to this team.

"I don't know when there will be a fight!" Wang Cheng listened to the bragging of the big man with a bird's mouth above him, and took a sip of the wine glass in front of him.

"This wine is really good wine."

Wang Cheng glanced at it in surprise, and immediately drank it one mouthful at a time.

With Wang Cheng's physique, it is easier for him to drink the wine of the earth than water, and he has no interest in drinking it. Now drinking the wine in front of him makes him regain the feeling he used to have.

A glass of wine was quickly downed, Wang Cheng looked around, and soon he found a large wine bottle half the height of a person on the table.

Just when Wang Cheng was thinking of getting up to refill a glass of wine, the big beaked man above waved his hand, and in an instant, a stream of water flowed out of the wine bottle, and in an instant, the wine glass in front of Wang Cheng was filled up.

"Brother, this is not the way to drink this wine, you can taste it slowly!" The big man with a bird's beak laughed.

"Thank you!" Wang Cheng raised his glass and said.

"Thank you? We are all brothers. When we are on the battlefield, we have to support each other!" The beaked man looked at Wang Cheng, and then at the other ten people around him. He said:

"A dozen of us are considered a team, that is, grasshoppers on a rope. To put it bluntly, we are cannon fodder on the battlefield. If we don't know how to unite, we don't know how to die!"

"Ok!"

Hearing that the beaked man who had been bragging for a long time finally said something useful, more than a dozen people around nodded their heads.

More than a dozen of them are at the cosmic level, and they are indeed the lowest level of cannon fodder on the battlefield. If they unite, they still have a chance of survival. If they fight alone, it can almost be said that they will die!
After Wang Cheng arrived, about half an hour later, he quickly became acquainted with these ten people.

Wang Cheng also knew that the beaked man was named Moxi Suo, he was at the ninth rank of the universe class, and he had been in the foreign battlefield for more than ten years. A universe class can stay in the foreign battlefield for more than ten years without dying. His strength is definitely beyond the ninth rank of the ordinary universe class.

Of course, there is also the reason for his good luck.

Otherwise, the universe level is the universe level after all, even Wang Cheng may die at any time during the fight on the battlefield!

In the extraterritorial battlefield, the world master class has a mortality rate of 90.00%, and the universe class has a mortality rate close to [-]%. Those who can survive, except for those who have broken through the domain master, the rest are almost all lucky ones the lucky ones.

. . .

Wang Cheng knew that he was just a passer-by, so he didn't talk much, and just listened to these people while tasting wine.

Looking at the entire universe, the cosmic level may be inconspicuous, but in fact, under the circumstances of natural development, it takes a long time for a galaxy to give birth to a cosmic level, and all those who can become cosmic level life have experienced a lot.

Moreover, ordinary cosmic level would not come to places like extraterritorial battlefields, and those who come here probably have their own stories.

Therefore, there is no shortage of topics for these people to chat at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, another ten minutes passed.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the entire alloy room shook violently.

"Enemy attack!"

The experienced Mosiso immediately reacted. In the entire alloy room, hundreds of cosmic humans quickly got up one by one, and the originally noisy environment quickly quieted down.

Whoa!
A phantom figure suddenly appeared above the alloy room. It was a man in silver armor. His skin was reddish, but his gaze was extremely firm.

As soon as the phantom appeared, he immediately said: "Everyone, the spaceship is under attack, prepare to fight with me immediately!"

After finishing speaking, the phantom didn't wait any longer, and disappeared here directly.

"This kind of sudden encounter is often the most dangerous, everyone must pay attention later!" Moxi Suo reminded, and he continued:

"Later, you all follow me!"

"Ok!"

Hearing Moxisuo's words, all the more than a dozen universe-levels who had just gotten acquainted with each other nodded. Moxisuo is a ninth-level universe-level man and an old man who has lived on the battlefield outside the territory for more than ten years. No one dissatisfied with following him.

Wang Cheng didn't say much. He had to wait and see what the situation was like when he came to this foreign battlefield for the first time. It would be good to follow Moxisuo for the time being!
(End of this chapter)