Slaughterhouse

After the call with Wula, 12 hours later, they arrived at Bailan Star. Snowflakes drifted, and the cold was biting. The spaceship landed in front of the castle within the warehouse base. “Master,” the slave guard team respectfully waited in front of the base. “Hm.” Luo Feng quickly rushed out of the hatch, with Lei Shen and Hong following him. “The metals ordered by Master have already arrived and are stored in the warehouse,” the captain of the slave guard team respectfully reported. “Additionally, a slave merchant’s spaceship has arrived, escorting three slaves.” “Oh.” Luo Feng nodded slightly. The ordered metals were the optimal combination for the Golden Horned Beast to devour during its 'Star-level' phase, capable of increasing its evolution efficiency by 89 times! The previous metal combination ordered cost over ten billion Black Dragon currency, but it was almost used up, and its efficiency only reached 51 times. Watching Luo Feng, Hong, and Lei Shen enter the castle, the captain of the slave guard team was somewhat surprised. In the past, their Master always had a smile on his face, but this time, why was his killing intent so heavy? Ever since the body possession, Luo Feng’s inherent killing intent was already strong. However, his wife and children had softened his bloodlust somewhat, coupled with his own restraint. Thus, he had always maintained a polite image, never bullying others with his power. One must remember... when Luo Feng first ventured out to sea and killed Sage Nihelu and Atejina, that was the unrestrained Luo Feng! This time, the bloodthirsty killing intent Luo Feng had always suppressed could no longer be contained. Top floor of Bailan Star Castle. It had been almost nine hours since arriving at Bailan Star. Just before, the last five Ninth-tier Star-level slaves had just been delivered. “Sanzi, you’re going back to Earth with these slaves alone? You don’t need us to go?” Lei Shen’s eyes widened. “Big Brother, Second Brother, this battle will primarily rely on the Ninth-tier Star-level slaves. You and I wouldn’t be able to contribute at all. I’m going to command them more flexibly and swiftly. If it weren’t for needing to command them, I wouldn’t even need to go.” Luo Feng explained. Hong and Lei Shen understood. This battle was a confrontation between 'Ninth-tier Star-level' beings. One of them was a First-tier Star-level, and the other was only a Ninth-tier Planet-level. Going would be tantamount to suicide! “Sanzi, be careful,” Lei Shen couldn’t help but say. “Don’t overexert yourself,” Hong also warned. Luo Feng nodded slightly: “I’ll be going now.” Ever since he learned that his wife and brother had been captured, Luo Feng had been itching to act, only waiting until now for the eight slaves to arrive. At the castle entrance, Hong and Lei Shen watched as Luo Feng, with his eight Ninth-tier Star-level slaves, boarded the spaceship and disappeared into the distant sky. “Hoo...” Lei Shen exhaled a hot breath, looking at Hong beside him. “Big Brother, you must be feeling terrible, right?” “A little,” Hong tilted his head slightly, gazing in the direction where the spaceship had vanished. “I don’t feel good either,” Lei Shen sighed. “In the past, no matter what dangers we faced, we could always fight our way through. But this time... from beginning to end, we couldn’t intervene at all! This feeling of powerlessness is truly... truly damn infuriating! It’s unbearable!” “It is unbearable!” Hong nodded. Who were Hong and Lei Shen? For decades, both of them had stood at the pinnacle of Earth’s humanity! From the Grand Nirvana Period to the battle against the Devouring Beast! They had always been able to fight and give their all! But this time... with the calamity brought by the Nuolanshan Family, they couldn’t intervene at all! “Our strength is too weak,” Hong said in a low voice. “Yes, our strength is too weak,” Lei Shen nodded. “Not only are our strengths weak, but Sanzi’s strength is also weak! Right now, we’re relying on the power of money... but what about our own martial prowess? Two First-tier Star-levels and one Ninth-tier Planet-level. Compared to the Nuolanshan Family, the difference is astronomical!” Hong said in a low voice: “Let’s go to the Virtual Universe.” “The Virtual Universe?” Lei Shen was startled. “The Virtual Universe is where countless human powerhouses gather across the vast cosmos. We need to find a path suitable for us!” Hong said. ... Within the Virtual Universe, Hong and Lei Shen sat in a corner of a bar. Hong was using his intelligent optical computer to search for information. “How is it?” Lei Shen pressed. “Found it. A place very suitable for warriors to cultivate,” Hong nodded slightly. “However, this place is very expensive! The fees vary depending on one’s strength, but they are all extremely high!” “Sanzi gave us each five hundred million Ganwu currency! That should definitely be enough,” Lei Shen quickly said. “It’s enough, five hundred million Ganwu currency is a huge sum,” Hong nodded. “But as our strength increases, those five hundred million Ganwu currency will also be used up.” “What place?” Lei Shen couldn’t help but ask. “The Slaughterhouse!” Hong said slowly. Do warriors want to improve their strength by burying themselves in arduous training? Unless they are like the Manka Star people or the Golden Horned Beast, born with powerful bloodlines destined to reach Domain Lord or Sector Lord! But... even the Manka Star people, for example, after becoming Domain Lords, still need to painstakingly use various methods to strive for breakthroughs. Want to improve strength? Combat! Combat is the best method! Ideally, battles where opponents are evenly matched! Battles that make one feel the threat of death! “Right, Big Brother, our fastest period of strength improvement was during the Grand Nirvana Period, precisely because there were all sorts of monsters then. But once our strength surpassed all the monsters, our progress slowed down! In decades, we only advanced two or three tiers,” Lei Shen quickly said. “Mm.” Hong’s eyes also lit up. Can a warrior who doesn’t fight still be called a warrior? Hong and Lei Shen had indeed found a relatively correct path. 'Combat' was indeed an important route to improve strength, which is why over 99% of powerful warriors and spirit readers joined the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance. This is also why terrifying places like the Giant Axe Martial Arena, where one party is guaranteed to die in every match, remain prevalent! Those who earn the title of 'Cosmic-level Giant Axe Warrior' have a 50% chance of becoming a Domain Lord! Whereas the probability of a normal Cosmic-level advancing to Domain Lord is ridiculously low. “This is the Slaughterhouse?” Hong and Lei Shen entered a grand hall. The hall was enormous, comparable to a city, but it wasn’t overly crowded. “Truly magnificent.” Lei Shen looked at the enormous 'blood drop' backdrop in the hall, unable to help but exclaim in admiration. “How could it not be magnificent? This place is incredibly expensive. As a Ninth-tier Planet-level, I have to pay one million Black Dragon currency or seven hundred Ganwu currency per day. This is definitely not something an ordinary person can afford,” Hong couldn’t help but say. One million Black Dragon currency could buy a large warehouse base on Bailan Star. Here, it only lasts for one day! “Yet many people are still willing to come,” Lei Shen couldn’t help but say. “Didn’t the promotional material say you can set your own requirements for the kind of enemy you want?” “Yes, that’s what I like about it too,” Hong took a deep breath. The Slaughterhouse! This was an extremely luxurious combat venue. Payers could freely submit their requirements to the 'Virtual Universe System.' For example, if Hong was a 'Ninth-tier Planet-level with a second-level domain,' he could request an opponent who was a 'Ninth-tier Planet-level with a third-level domain.' Finding a suitable opponent in reality was extremely difficult. He could also request 100 Ninth-tier Planet-levels to besiege him. Such opportunities were hard to come by in reality. But in the 'Virtual Universe,' they could be realized! Of course... There were still differences between the Virtual Universe and reality; otherwise, the Giant Axe Martial Arena wouldn’t be so prevalent. “Tulu, did you make a haul this time?” “It was alright, but three people in our squad died! No choice... when several squads discover a new 'world' together, how can there not be a fierce fight for it? I don’t know which Sector Lord created that world, and while I didn’t get any of the exotic treasures inside, at least I managed to get ten thousand 'fang' of 'Cosmic Crystal,' so it’s still a profit.” “Ten thousand 'fang'? This world must have never been explored before!” Three men walked past. Each had a medal on their left chest, depicting a planet suspended above blood-red waves. “One-Star Cosmic Mercenary.” Hong and Lei Shen exchanged glances. Mercenary medals, Giant Axe medals, and so on, these were all recognized by the 'Virtual Universe.' When the Virtual Universe’s client terminal, the 'intelligent optical computer,' scanned a user’s body, it would automatically record them. Users could choose to hide or display them. “What world were they just talking about?” Lei Shen couldn’t help but ask. “They were talking about Sector Lords. I’ve also heard that Sector Lords can create their own worlds,” Hong shook his head. “Anyway, that’s far beyond us. Come on, let’s go fight.” “Mm, combat.” Hong and Lei Shen began their days in the Slaughterhouse... And this place was where powerhouses from across the cosmos frequently came. If they encountered a certain enemy in reality, they could enter the 'Slaughterhouse' and set up an opponent identical to that enemy, then engage in combat! Of course... there would always be some differences between reality and the virtual. You could never set up an opponent that was *exactly* identical to a real-life enemy. While Hong and Lei Shen underwent insane training in the Slaughterhouse, experiencing 'being killed' and 'killing opponents' repeatedly, Luo Feng’s spaceship finally arrived at Earth after approximately eight hours of dark universe warp travel. ... In a certain wilderness area in eastern Huaxia Nation, a man in blood-red combat armor, with faint red flames flickering in his eyes, stood there. Behind him stood a line of eight individuals. The shortest among them was only 1.2 meters tall, while the tallest reached over four meters. There were males and females, and one of the men even had a lion’s head. Indeed! These were the eight Ninth-tier Star-level slaves Luo Feng had purchased! Due to time constraints, Luo Feng had no choice, so these eight slaves were very different from the ones he bought last time. The previous slaves looked very similar to Earth humans; one wouldn’t notice the difference without a close look. “From now on, you are not to leave my side by more than a hundred meters,” Luo Feng said in the Cosmic Common Language. “Yes, Master!” A mix of high-pitched, deep, and clear voices rang out together as the eight Ninth-tier Star-level slaves respectfully replied. Luo Feng’s face was expressionless, his eyes burning like flames. “Babata, access the global satellite network. Use the monitoring systems of all nations to track down those Nuolanshan Family scum,” Luo Feng commanded. “Yes!”