Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

It was also the fourth day.

Outside the Chifeng Mercenary Group camp, a human head was hung on a flagpole.

Our own people.

A squad leader led his team in a night raid on another squad's camp, killing seventeen of them and stealing their accumulated Firewood Coins and Cosmic Crystals.

Then they ran away.

However, the Chifeng Mercenary Group's counter-tracking capabilities were too strong, and they captured them in less than two hours.

Without wasting words, Chi Hu immediately ordered his execution in public.

The squad leader's head was displayed on the flagpole, with a note attached that read: "Defectors, die without mercy!"

The camp was completely silent.

But the look in everyone's eyes when they looked at that severed head wasn't one of fear, but... something else entirely.

I can't help it, it's just too tempting.

Or, to put it another way, just get the Firewood Coins, find a place to hide them, and pass the Space Mercenary Exam. After all, not everyone is a fucking battle maniac; they all want to live too!

Reaching the Eternal Star level through cultivation is extremely difficult; how could one possibly die so easily here, especially without any explanation?

Red Tiger knew exactly what these people were thinking.

It's not "I can't do this," but "I can't get caught."

But it doesn't matter. If you dare to commit a crime, I will kill you until you dare not do it again!

……

Day .

The Void Order's camp suddenly fell silent.

Everyone crawled into the black tent, and no one knew what they were doing.

Late at night, a scream shattered the silence.

A believer burst from the tent, covered in blood, his eyes blazing with madness: "They're going to sacrifice me! They're going to sacrifice me!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A dozen or so black tentacles emerged from the tent and dragged him back.

The screams lasted for more than ten seconds, then stopped abruptly.

On the morning of the sixth day, several desiccated corpses appeared at the edge of the Void Order's camp. They had no wounds on their bodies, but their blood, bone marrow, and even their souls had been drained.

Their points were all transferred to Lord Shadow.

Even the usually composed Lord Shadow couldn't resist killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, and even members of the same cult couldn't help but feel terrified.

……

Day .

Yan Ning no longer cares about points.

His score is nearly twenty times higher than the second-place finisher's. Even if he doesn't kill a single Fire Beast from now on, it will be difficult for others to catch up.

He began to focus on another thing: purging the Illusionist Clan!

On this day, he found a gathering place of the Illusion Heart Clan and its affiliated forces, about 150 people.

No more nonsense, let's get started.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!

The seventy-two vines of the Cloud Vine King surged out from his inner world, forming a vast, sky-covering net that enveloped the entire gathering place.

"Who goes there!"

"Enemy attack!"

Terrified screams rose and fell.

Yan Ning stood on the throne woven from vines, looking down at the group of people.

"The Illusionary Heart Clan, leave no one alive!"

Seventy-two vines were strangled at the same time.

Each vine is equivalent to a first-tier powerhouse at the cosmic level; dealing with a ninth-tier star is a complete dimensional reduction attack.

Wherever the vines roam, people are like ants.

Someone attempted to retaliate with illusion magic, shooting a ghostly green light at Yan Ning, but the light dissipated as the vines blocked it.

Someone tried to escape, but the vines chased after them, wrapped around their ankles, and dragged them back.

Someone tried to beg for mercy, but the vine had no ears.

The battle ended in less than three minutes.

One hundred and fifty people, all dead!

Yan Ning put away the spatial ring and probed into it with his consciousness.

More than three thousand cubic meters of cosmic crystals, plus the previous ones, bring the total to about seven thousand cubic meters.

"A little bit here and there, more than 20 billion Qianwu coins... not bad."

He turned and disappeared into the gray mist, leaving behind a mess.

……

The news quickly reached Mo Lin's ears.

"What? One hundred and fifty people, all dead?" Mo Lin's voice trembled.

"Yes...yes."

The subordinate was almost in tears. "Sir, do we really have to fight? This is a battle on a completely different level!"

Mo Lin remained silent for a long time.

He knew his subordinates were right.

Given Yan Ning's demonstrated combat prowess, even if all eight hundred remaining men were to be bet, the odds of victory would be less than 30%.

But he had no way out.

The Illusion Heart Clan harbored murderous intent towards Yan Ning, and Yan Ning also harbored murderous intent towards the Illusion Heart Clan. This is not a war that can be stopped.

"Contact Red Tiger," Mo Lin finally said. "Tell him that I am willing to give up three-quarters of my inheritance in exchange for the full support of the Red Peak Mercenary Group."

"My lord, that man, Red Tiger..."

"I know he's no good."

Mo Lin interrupted him, "But he's the only one who can save us now, go."

The subordinate accepted the order and left.

Mo Lin stood alone in the camp, watching the occasional flashes of fire in the gray fog, and suddenly felt a deep weariness.

If I had known this would happen, why did I provoke that scoundrel in the first place?

……

Seventh day.

There are only a few days left in the countdown.

The competition for points rankings has become extremely fierce.

The threshold for the top 10,000 was constantly being raised, and those lagging behind with less than 100 points began to go completely crazy.

They knew that it was no longer possible to break into the top 10,000 through normal means.

The only chance is to kill someone ranked higher and inherit their points.

Thus began a hunt targeting the strong.

The higher someone's ranking, the more dangerous they are!

……

A martial artist ranked 7,213th was resting by a lava pool.

He hadn't slept for three days and was extremely exhausted.

Just then, a dozen people rushed out of the gray fog and attacked without saying a word.

He killed three, but was eventually surrounded and killed.

As he lay dying, he heard his killer laughing: "The seven thousandth! We're rich!"

……

A powerful individual ranked 341st is the leader of a medium-sized force.

He had hundreds of guards around him, and he originally thought he was safe enough.

But the next morning, a third of his guards suddenly betrayed him and joined forces with outsiders to kill him.

The traitorous guards took away his points and his spatial ring.

then.

Those guards were killed by others, and the points changed hands again.

……

A mysterious powerhouse ranked ninety-eighth encountered an ambush by the Void Order in the gray fog.

No one knows the specifics of the battle.

But the next morning, his body was found on the edge of a volcano, shriveled and drained of blood.

The ranking of Shadow jumped from 123rd to 87th.

……

Chaos, madness, bloodshed!

The Fire Dock Realm within the Realm has become a living hell.

Every day, tens of thousands of people die, their bodies piling up on the scorched earth, swallowed by lava, and buried by the gray fog.

No one knows if they will be the one to die tomorrow.

No one can even guarantee that they will be alive in the next minute.

Because in this place, the next second, an ally might stab you in the back, an enemy might attack you from behind, or a primal beast might burst out of the lava.

Impermanence is the only constant here.

……