Cosmic Demon

Chapter 268 A Huge Harvest, The Ninth Battle Group!
As the outer shell shattered, visible ripples spread across the surrounding space, extending for hundreds of meters.

Their mental energy coalesced into ancient faces, emitting mournful howls.

High Priest Nathan felt as if his soul had been torn into countless pieces. This extreme pain was far more terrifying than the ancient torture of being torn apart by five horses, and was comparable to the cruel punishment of slow slicing.

"Scrap! Scum!"

The negative emotions suppressed deep within him continued to amplify, like a torrent breaking through the defenses, driving Nathan to hysteria, wishing he could use his mental power to crush Qin Shi into mincemeat!
"You damned human, how could you possibly break through the consciousness space!"

Qin Shi shrugged. "That's the problem with psionic pathways: overconfidence and a lack of clarity of mind."

Having delved too deeply into the world of the soul, and wielding the king's scepter forged by the spirit, one feels omnipotent.

"The 'forgetfulness' of the familiar creatures is indeed not very valuable; it all depends on the blessing of the Chaos Demon. It's like a bodybuilder who takes drugs; it looks strong, but it's actually incredibly fragile."

Qin Shi opened his palm, releasing a platinum-gold light, like a sea eye swallowing up the shattered and fragmented spiritual fluctuations.

A jet-black spear reappeared and was gripped tightly.

Through the previous confrontation, Qin Shi roughly understood how to fight against spiritual energy pathways. Pure physical attacks were unlikely to be effective, so he had to "enchant" his own moves.

Generally speaking, the martial arts path involves tempering one's characteristics, concentrating and shrinking one's own field to cope with the "mental etherealization" and "spiritual immortality" that make the spiritual energy path almost invincible.

However, not everyone can do it. After all, characteristics are ever-changing, and it is difficult to extend a powerful and effective attack method like the "amplification" of Qin Shi.

"I seem to have found a new path."

Qin Shi dragged that jet-black spear backwards. This was the spiritual power of the High Priest Nasen, which he "integrated" with the Hundred Aspects Refining Technique, and then "refined" with the Body Cultivation Furnace, finally condensing it into a physical form.

"If you activate the 'Strategic Art of War,' consume your life potential, and infuse it with your ultimate strength, its power can be enhanced."

As Qin Shi strode forward, he pondered and summarized his experiences.

He vaguely felt that the martial arts path and the spiritual energy path were not two incompatible paths.

With the balanced endowment of the unity of spirit and body, the vitality of the mortal body and the spirituality of the sea of ​​consciousness are fully capable of supporting oneself to reach a higher level.

"If my spell 'Dimensional Slash' could be applied to martial arts techniques, then it would have a truly meaningful 'ultimate move'."

A jet-black spear slices through the scorched earth in a straight line, and with the [Insight] achievement activated, the "fragmented" High Priest Nathan is marked.

Long, rectangular frames bounced around as Qin Shi raised his black spear, like a farmer harvesting wheat, silently clearing away the spiritual body of the High Priest Nathan.

"Chaos will never let you go! You will fall into darkness sooner or later!"

"The moment you step into this polluted area, you've entered hell..."

Nathan's hoarse and frantic voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

After defeating the Spider Priest, who could only be considered a "half-step third-level" cultivator, Qin Shi turned around and looked at the dumbfounded Jaina.

"Deeper in the contaminated zone live your people. Do you want to go home?"

Hearing Qin Shi's well-intentioned question, Jaina felt a tremor in her heart for some reason and instinctively shook her head frantically.

“If you do not intend to return to your race, according to Dongxia’s alien containment regulations, a risk assessment can be conducted, and you will be treated as ‘containment object’ and returned to the state.”

Qin Shi released his grip, and the jet-black spear vanished instantly.

A female juvenile human-faced spider is not worth much attention, but the door intrigued him. Possessing this unusual item was equivalent to having an absolutely safe place to cultivate.

"If you accept, I can reluctantly agree to be your 'guardian,' provided that you follow the internment manual and reform yourself properly according to the regulations."

Qin Shi's smile was warm and gentle, but in Jaina's eyes, it was like that of a demon.

The instinctual "intuition" bestowed upon it by its family members made it very clearly aware that it had one foot on the line of death.

If anyone shows even the slightest lack of cooperation, they will suffer a severe blow, just like the chief priest, who was literally "crushed to ashes".

"I... will reform myself properly."

Jaina's voice was strained, but she nodded obediently.

"That's good."

Qin Shi nodded in satisfaction and then asked:

"Can you put this door away? It's a trophy from this operation."

Jaina answered cautiously:

"I can try."

The "master" who was originally bound to it was Nathan.

It is merely a "cultivated product" that stays in the mother's nest and is incubated.

But now that Nathan is dead, the anomaly has been automatically "unbound".

Jaina, possessing a high concentration of Spider-Man blood, is indeed qualified to "inherit".

After all, the conditions set when the Chaos Demon bestowed it were very simple, nothing more than "human-faced spider race descendant".

"Good luck, get it sorted out, that would be a great achievement. I will try to get you leniency."

Qin Shi gave the order, and then contacted the Ox and Horse Squad. The entire Human-Faced Spider Nest had been impacted, and he wondered how Long Qiuyuan and Ye Xiaotang were doing.

"Boss...Boss...You're still alive!"

The severed mental link was re-established, and soon Qin Shi heard a soft, sweet voice filled with surprise and joy.

"Don't worry, I will definitely keep my vitality strong until my salary is settled."

Qin Shi laughed.

"Captain! The boss is still breathing; he wasn't killed by the meteorite!"

Ye Xiaotang called over Long Qiuyuan, who was about to enter the site to search, and they looked around and saw a tall figure standing out in the ruins of the building.

"Perhaps, my hope of escaping this life of hard labor can truly be placed on this young boss."

Long Qiuyuan sighed softly. Although Qin Shi's many risky actions made her nervous, in the end, there was no doubt that the other party was right.

"Come down and clean up the battlefield. The energy core of each professional-grade human-faced spider can be handed over as a sample to accumulate points and battle merits."

Qin urged.

It's like telling someone to clean up the mess after a fight has ended.

"Here I am! Looting is my specialty!"

Blindfolded, Ye Xiaotang skipped and hopped, becoming the first to rush into the building ruins.

Long Qiuyuan arrived shortly after, intending to 'loot' the place with her tactical backpack. She glanced at Gianna, whose female characteristics were clearly developed, and then looked at Qin Shi with a slightly different expression.

Does the boss like this kind of thing?
Humanoid beast girl?

"This is a creature that has reformed itself."

Qin Shi explained:
"I'm prepared to modify it properly and help it integrate into the front lines."

Long Qiuyuan smiled knowingly. She was also from a somewhat prestigious family and knew quite a bit about how vulgar high society could be.

The boss's personal quirks are nothing to brag about.

It is said that many powerful and wealthy people in Haizhou hold large-scale parties, some of which even include members of the Chaos Clan who are strictly prohibited from entering Dongxia, such as succubi and nightmare banshees.

Compared to these, a juvenile human-faced spider is nothing; at most, it can be sent to receive "thought imprinting" to ensure it is no longer affected by the Netherworld and causes other harm.

"Boss! Captain! We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich!"

Ye Xiaotang suddenly shouted, as if she had spotted a hamster that had spotted Songzi, and started squeaking.

"These daughter nests contain many high-concentration energy blocks!"
It's all money, all money!

With her exceptional perception, Ye Xiaotang quickly located the still-intact human-faced spider's nest and easily bypassed the security system.

She took out a large number of energy crystals that emitted a soft white light from the safe, about two fingers wide, and arranged them neatly.

The impact of this scene is no less than that of a poor person seeing a pile of gold bars weighing over ten kilograms!
Pack them all up!

Qin Shi grinned.

These are all future reserve resources. The brutality of the Great Expedition was one aspect, but there were indeed a considerable number of opportunities and chances within it.

Otherwise, why would the military consistently be dominated by "hawks"? Because beneath the factions represented by those bigwigs lie countless young soldiers yearning for glory!
In a normal society, very little of the resources actually reach ordinary people.

If the great expeditions and expansions cease, and the newly established Eastern Xia enters a period of "rest," resource allocation will only become more concentrated in the Three Offices and Nine Ministries system and the Nine Clans of High-Ranking Families.

"No wonder the military's slogan is 'Let the glory of Dongxia shine in every corner of the Milky Way.'"

Qin Shi put away his wandering thoughts and glanced sideways at Jaina.

The latter shuddered and quickly sped up its actions, establishing a "bondage" with that door.

……

……

Black Xie Starfield, Scorpion Corridor.

Recently, the infamous no-man's-land has become peaceful and tranquil without any strange occurrences.

Those ruthless bandits, who were burdened with all sorts of heinous and outrageous crimes, all disappeared without a trace and never showed their faces again.

It's like a creature at the bottom of the food chain, sensing danger and quickly hiding to avoid a "major disaster".

"This is the most successful space voyage of my life."

The bearded captain looked relaxed and sighed.

"The awe of a grandmaster is truly like that of the progenitor before he ventured into space, and his reverence for nuclear weapons."

The first mate echoed.

The interstellar journey does not follow planetary time; it took them approximately six cosmic days to traverse the Scorpion Corridor.

During these six cosmic days, the grandmaster lived a fairly fixed life rhythm: after eating and drinking his fill, he would pilot his divine machine to find the raiding groups and wipe them out.

No raiding group has ever managed to escape after being targeted.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, the grandmaster who liked to wear brightly colored shorts and whose hair and beard were all white resembled a colossal whale.

Like a predatory shark raiding party, they were utterly vulnerable and easily trampled upon.

During this time, they did consider resistance. The leaders of the major raiding groups decided to set aside their suspicions, unite as one, lay traps, and ambush with heavy troops...

Unfortunately, before absolute strength, everything else is meaningless.

A supreme master who has broken through the heavenly barrier already stands at the pinnacle of the stars, and in addition, possesses a divine machine of the king level.

Unless the raiding group can unleash a powerful weapon like a "half-step martial god" or a "spiritual manifestation," they are no different from ants.

Whether it's three, four, or five, or hundreds or thousands, they all end up being trampled to death.

"Speaking of which, the place you're going to, senior, seems to be the satellite fortress of the Ninth Battle Group of the Black Xie Starfield."

"The bearded captain pondered."

He was a little confused as to what a grandmaster was planning to do by driving a divine machine to the battle group's base.
Those at the pinnacle of this martial arts path are never subject to many restrictions; unless the highest decree of Dongxia is invoked, it is difficult for anyone to directly command them.

"Judging from your appearance, senior... it looks like you're heading straight for a fight."

The first mate guessed.

"Nonsense! That's the Ninth Battle Group, with Dreadnought-class warships stationed there. Their forces and firepower are enough to conquer a life-bearing planet. Even a Grandmaster wouldn't be that reckless..."

The bearded captain instinctively tried to refute, but then, remembering Old Zhang's unconventional style, he lost his confidence.

"Captain, I mean, what should we do if that senior really seeks to cause trouble for the Ninth War Group?"

"The first mate asked."

"How would I know!"

The bearded captain's good mood vanished, and his brows furrowed tightly.

The seventh cosmic day.

The merchant ship left the Scorpion Corridor and began to accelerate.

Following Lao Zhang's instructions, the flight path destination was set, and it was indeed heading towards the Ninth Battle Group's base.

As they drew closer, the bearded captain grew increasingly worried, his hair turning white.

On the tenth cosmic day, the merchant ship arrived at the garrison area of ​​the Ninth Battle Group in the Black Xie Starfield. To continue its passage, it had to present a military permit.

"senior……"

The bearded captain was trembling with fear, afraid that Old Zhang would order him to use a civilian merchant ship to force his way through the checkpoint.

"Put me down, and you can leave."

Old Zhang still wore his usual floral shorts and flip-flops, maintaining his unrestrained and carefree style.

He waved his hand, not intending to make things difficult for the bearded captain.

After several cosmic days of "warm-up," Lao Zhang felt that his condition had gradually recovered to 70-80%, and the "firepower" of the furnace in the universe was burning brighter and brighter, releasing his life potential to the fullest.

It's roughly equivalent to "the power of one ship".

The standard for measuring combat power at the Grandmaster level.

There are roughly two types.

The "Minor Heavenly Gate" for beginners is the ability to dismantle countless divine machines.

The ultimate "Great Heavenly Gate" is whether or not one can defeat a fleet.

Old Zhang has been in a wheelchair for many years and hasn't fought anyone in a long time. He also lacks confidence in his fighting ability and needs "rehabilitation".

That's why he used the Scorpion Corridor raiding group as practice, hoping to regain his former glory.

"Senior...the Ninth Battle Group's shipyard is used for the maintenance and repair of warships year-round."

The bearded captain couldn't help but remind him.

No matter how powerful any super-powerful force within Dongxia territory may be, it is impossible for them to contend with the battle group.

He didn't understand why this grandmaster was driving a king-level divine machine, rushing straight towards the Ninth Battle Group.

But since he is a grandmaster, his voice is definitely not weak. Putting pressure on the military through the martial arts association is much more rational than taking matters into his own hands.

"You think I came all this way just to pick a fight?"

Old Zhang looked at him strangely and shook his head, saying:

"At my age, how could I possibly get into fights and killings?"

Even if it's to eliminate future troubles for his apprentice, it's also a way to vent his own anger.

There's no way Lao Zhang could break through the battle and arrest Ying Xiao.

"I have lived this long, longer than my peers, so there must be some advantages."

Old Zhang didn't chat with the bearded captain in detail. He got into the Azure Sky Imperial Edict - Hunyuan Doukui and was then launched into outer space.

Once separated from the merchant ship, a boundless and unparalleled radiance of life force emanated from it, spreading out like a vast ocean.

"If you're going to be a tough guy, then Qi Wuxiang should be the president of the Martial Arts Association."

Old Zhang laughed heartily. As one of the original Ten Heroes, the advantage of living a long life is that one has enough seniority.

"Little Zhao, I've missed you so much! Come out and greet your Uncle Zhang!"

An incomparably powerful will resounded without hindrance throughout the cosmic vacuum, like waves of energy crashing down on the Ninth Battle Group's garrison base.

The frontline sentries quickly received the message and then relayed it to the command center.

"Committee Member Zhao, what do you think?"

Zhao Meng, who served as a member of the Ninth Regiment Division Headquarters, was quite troubled by the messenger's questioning.

Finally, she covered her face and said:

"Let him in."

孽 孽!
Zhao Meng was filled with helplessness. Which blind fool had attracted this guy?
(End of this chapter)