Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

Twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Yao was already showing her pregnancy, and she unconsciously supported her waist while walking.

Zhao Zixuan is pregnant, just one month along, and is currently very sleepy, spending her days lying in bed and not wanting to get up.

Yan Ning's life became regular and fulfilling. With daily hard work, his control of the arc cutter head also made steady progress.

The tenth one.

The twelfth one.

The fifteenth one…

By the twentieth day, he was able to control eighteen small blades simultaneously, bringing the power of the "Basic 36 Styles" to a whole new level.

Eighteen streaks of silver light weaved and intertwined in the training room, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds as they cut through the air.

His mental cultivation has reached the peak of the third level of apprentice, and he is only one step away from the fourth level!

In terms of the physical body.

The damage to the meridians has been completely repaired, the genetic energy is running smoothly, and the physical condition is even stronger than at its peak.

Yan Ning's combat strength is completely different now compared to two months ago!

......

Day 21.

The conscription order has arrived.

[Martial artist Yan Ning, ID NX-0721, the gathering density of beasts on the outskirts of Nanjiang Base City has reached the warning threshold.]

According to the "Martial Artist Recruitment Management Regulations," you have been included in the third mobilization list. Please report to the Martial Artist Management Office in Nanjiang Base City within three days.

Current number of exemptions: 0

The red text reappeared on the holographic screen.

Shen Yao and Zhao Zixuan stood behind Yan Ning, and their faces turned pale when they saw the words.

"How could it be so fast..."

"It's only been twenty days since the second draft; wasn't the third draft supposed to be two months later?"

Shen Yao was silent for a moment, her voice tense:

"Brother Ning, didn't the organization require you to produce three offspring within five years? The basic reproductive task hasn't even been completed yet, and you're already sending martial artists to the front lines like this? Doesn't that go against policy?"

Yan Ning looked at the two women's worried faces and his heart softened.

He walked over, put his arm around one of them, and gently embraced them.

"don’t worry."

"The situation is not as serious as you think."

The speed at which the conscription came precisely shows that the higher-ups were confident. If things truly spiraled out of control, it wouldn't be a matter of conscripting martial artists, but rather a complete evacuation.

Shen Yao looked at him with suspicion.

Yan Ning smiled, turned around and walked to the table.

The water glass on the table floated silently, suspended in mid-air, and slowly rotated.

The water in the cup remained perfectly still, as if it were being steadily held up by an invisible hand.

Shen Yao and Zhao Zixuan both widened their eyes at the same time.

"This is…"

"I've awakened my mental powers. I'm currently a high-level warrior-level mentalist," Yan Ning said calmly.

With a thought, he made the water glass circle in the air and land steadily back on the table.

The two women looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Spiritual meditator.

In this world, mentalists represent invincibility among their peers and the ability to defeat opponents of higher levels.

A high-level warrior-level mentalist is even more valuable than a mid-level warrior!

So, don't worry.

"Your husband is really something now. He's only been drafted three times, he'll be back soon."

Shen Yao's eyes reddened, and she nodded vigorously.

Zhao Zixuan threw herself into his arms and said in a muffled voice, "Then promise me you'll come back."

I promise you.

Yan Ning patted her on the back, "The baby isn't even born yet, how could I bear to have anything happen to it?"

outside the window.

The light patterns on the sky still flickered slightly from time to time.

Yan Ning remained calm.

The arc cutter head floats silently in the system space.

What he's thinking about now isn't how to come back alive, but how many of those blind monsters can withstand his attacks.

......

Nanjiang Base City.

A gathering point for martial artists.

Before dawn, a long line had already formed outside the meeting point.

This is a large square on the east side of the base city, which is usually used to hold martial arts commendation ceremonies or gene matching exchange meetings, but today it has been temporarily requisitioned as a gathering point for recruiting martial arts practitioners.

Temporary lights were set up around the square.

When Yan Ning arrived, nearly two hundred people had already gathered in the square.

He glanced around and saw that most of the faces were unfamiliar, including young and old, dressed in various battle uniforms.

Some people are relaxed.

Some people looked nervous.

Some people leaned against the wall with blank expressions, closing their eyes to rest.

Several staff members in base city uniforms weaved through the crowd, shouting at the top of their lungs:

"All martial artists, please find your assembly area according to the group number on your communicator!"

Area A is on the east side, Area B is on the west side, and Area C is in the middle!

Don't wander off, don't cut in line!

Yan Ning glanced down at the group chat on the communicator.

Captain of the 7th Squad in Area C.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

team leader?

How could a junior officer who retired due to illness be assigned to the position of captain?

But then again, it makes sense.

Of the two hundred people recruited this time, the vast majority were warriors, and there were not many generals to begin with. Naturally, those generals were the ones who could be assigned the captain positions.

Following the flow of people to Zone C, Yan Ning found the rendezvous point for the Seventh Squad.

A long table with a holographic projector on it, and several bottles of water and some compressed dry food next to it.

Not long after.

A staff member in a base city uniform jogged over and projected a map onto the table.

"Attention everyone, I'm going to explain the mission arrangements for this time."

On the holographic map.

The outline of Nanjiang Base City is clearly visible, with two striking red dots marked in the northeast direction.

"There are two mission areas for this recruitment."

The first location is 80 kilometers northeast of the base city, at coordinate point K-17.

According to reconnaissance reports, there were about ten Frost Bears of the Beast General level gathered there, as well as a considerable number of Beast Soldier level monsters.

Your task is to wipe them out, to take down this den of thieves, or at least drive them off the perimeter.

"The second location is 240 kilometers northeast of the base city, at coordinate point M-09."

This is a reconnaissance point. The task is relatively simple: investigate the distribution of monsters, record their types, numbers, and activity patterns. There is no need to actively eliminate them.

But be careful.

The situation over there is more complicated than with the K-17. We haven't conducted systematic reconnaissance in the deeper areas for three months, and nobody knows what's inside.

The staff member glanced at the martial artists present and added, "Two tasks, randomly assigned."

Your specific assignment location will depend on your squad's number.

Yan Ning glanced at the mission details on the communicator: Seventh Squad, K-17.

Eighty kilometers, a clearing mission.

Ten-headed beast general-level Frost Giant Bear.

He silently calculated in his mind.

The Frost Giant Bear is one of the more troublesome types among the Beast General level. It has thick skin and flesh, immense strength, and can release cold air to slow down enemies.

Ten of them together are indeed a tough nut to crack.

But he noticed a detail: there were no warriors at the God of War level.

Of the two hundred people in the team, only a dozen or so were at the Warrior General level, and there wasn't a single one at the War God level.

Some martial artists noticed this and muttered under their breath, "Without the God of War to oversee things..."

An old soldier next to him sneered:

"Isn't it good that there's no God of War? If the God of War were to personally oversee things, then we should be worried."

"Even the God of War has been mobilized, which means the situation has become so serious that it's out of control. We're just going there to be cannon fodder and fill the gaps."

Upon hearing this, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief.