The Demon Race's Special Reward

While the Qiusi Tribe Immortal, Fralotti, was communicating with his clansman, Lei Keya, Luo Feng's squad was still on their way back to their base.

Inside the lounge cabin of the C9-class spaceship.

"Let's distribute the spoils of war."

"This time, we took down 20 Sector Lords and one Immortal God. There's quite a haul of spoils. The World Ring left by that fallen Immortal contains a vast amount of treasures. Haha..." Taiwo laughed, then instructed, "Kuangwu, you're in charge of checking. There shouldn't be any mental imprints of that escaped Immortal Ghoul in the spoils, right?"

"I'll check."

Kuangwu took the six World Rings before him and inspected them one by one. In truth, every time spoils were distributed, if an Immortal God from the enemy squad managed to escape after being defeated, a check was mandatory.

The battlefield is monitored by 'detection instruments'.

The spoils of war are checked again.

Therefore, the probability of falling victim is very, very low. However, no matter how thorough the defense, if someone intentionally leaves a 'hidden trick', it's bound to succeed. For instance, if a certain Sector Lord killed by Taiwo's squad had a significant background, and carried a keepsake from their master, once that Sector Lord died, Taiwo and his team wouldn't be able to identify the issue with the keepsake.

However, the 'Outer Battlefield' is inherently fraught with danger; falling in battle is common, and very few powerful individuals seek revenge.

Thus, the warriors on the Outer Battlefield don't pay it much mind.

"No problem," Kuangwu said with a smile.

"Alright, let's distribute the spoils then," Taiwo said. "This time, Madman and Poison both contributed greatly, and Madman even used up a precious potion. You two choose first."

"Without Madman this time, I wouldn't have been able to kill that Immortal Ghoul. Madman, you choose first."

"You go ahead."

Luo Feng sat on the sofa, holding a glass of fine wine, smiling leisurely.

...

After distributing the spoils, Luo Feng and his team finally arrived at their base aboard the C9-class spaceship, returning to their shattered star to rest. The team members each reflected on the battle, absorbed experience, and cultivated themselves within the 'Virtual Universe' to improve.

...

Within a shattered star in the Shattered Star Belt.

The Immortal Scaled Being, Fralotti, sat alone within the shattered star, his eyes occasionally flashing with fierce light: "To make me lose 10% of my soul, you detestable humans, I will make you regret this!"

"What's wrong with Lei Keya? I've already returned to base, and he still hasn't spoken to Prince Meng Weina?" Fralotti waited anxiously. As a vassal race, the Qiusi Tribe was naturally far inferior to the Demon Race. Even with comparable strength, a Qiusi Tribe powerhouse had to be respectful in front of a Demon Race powerhouse.

Moreover, Meng Weina was of royal lineage and stronger than him. Although Fralotti desperately wanted to kill that human squad, he still didn't dare to casually disturb Meng Weina.

"A communication?" Fralotti bared his fangs in a smile. Finally, a communication arrived.

"Lei Keya, I've been waiting for so long, you finally contacted me," Fralotti said joyfully.

"Hmph, among the many royal clans of the Demon Race, the Ziqian Myriad Serpent Clan is notoriously ruthless. Although I have some acquaintance with Prince Meng Weina, disturbing him casually would anger him, so I had to be subtle... Just now, Prince Meng Weina has agreed to communicate with you," Lei Keya said. "This is the Prince's communication code."

Upon receiving the communication code, Fralotti was immediately overjoyed.

"After successfully inviting the Prince, I'll contact you again," Fralotti said.

"If the Prince agrees, I will naturally follow along," Lei Keya said.

"Then just wait for my good news."

Click.

Fralotti directly cut off the communication, then squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, muttering, "The information I heard last time should be correct. If it is, then I have full confidence in persuading Prince Meng Weina." Immediately, Fralotti began contacting Prince Meng Weina's communication code, requesting a connection.

A moment later.

"Who is it?" A hoarse, low voice, accompanied by a heavy echo, as if coming from a deep valley, reverberated directly in Fralotti's mind.

Fralotti couldn't help but think to himself: "Although the Demon Race can only communicate, at least their transmissions can simulate normal speech. In terms of technology, they are far superior to my Qiusi Tribe. If my Qiusi Tribe is even a little far, we have to use biological spaceships to transmit messages, which is far more primitive than this."

"Great Prince Meng Weina, I am Fralotti of the Qiusi Tribe," Fralotti quickly said. "I believe Lei Keya has already introduced me to you."

"Fralotti? You want me to hunt down a human squad?" the heavy voice asked.

"Yes," Fralotti replied.

"Countless powerhouses fall on the Outer Battlefield. Are we to hunt down every single one who dies? Is that still war?" The heavy voice contained anger. "Speak, state your reason."

"Prince Meng Weina," Fralotti respectfully said, "I believe my clansman Lei Keya did not thoroughly introduce that human squad. Otherwise, Your Highness would not be angry, but rather pleased and joyful."

"Hmm?" the heavy voice rumbled. "Speak."

"That human squad consists of one Immortal God and nine Sector Lords. Among those nine Sector Lords, two possess combat power comparable to an Immortal God," Fralotti explained.

"Two human Sector Lords, possessing Immortal combat power?" The heavy voice became slightly hurried.

"Yes, Your Highness." Fralotti's scales on his face wrinkled in a triumphant smile within the shattered star. It seemed the information he'd heard was correct.

"Describe these two human Sector Lords in detail," the heavy voice commanded.

"Of these two humans, one is an alchemist. He cultivated a special potion that, when combined with a Sector Lord plant life, ultimately granted that plant life Immortal combat power. The second human is a mental-force master, wielding a Yanshen Weapon. He was actually able to unleash the ninth stage, 'Immortal's Equal,' severely wounding my clansmen," Fralotti said.

"Good, very good, excellent." The heavy voice was filled with excitement. "Fralotti, Fralotti of the Qiusi Tribe, from now on, you are my friend. Of course... you must not deceive me!"

"Absolutely not," Fralotti quickly replied.

"Lei Keya mentioned you can confirm their location?" the heavy voice pressed.

Fralotti immediately explained in detail how secure and reliable his hidden trick was. After finishing, he said, "I can clearly sense their location right now."

"Where?"

"The precise cosmic coordinate range is..." Fralotti explained.

In truth, if the keepsake's distance was too great, while a general direction could be sensed, the exact location for confirming cosmic coordinates couldn't be pinpointed. However, the Shattered Star Belt has a diameter of 0.8 light-years. A King-tier Immortal God can traverse the entire Shattered Star Belt in a single teleportation. 0.8 light-years is too short relative to the cosmos.

Furthermore, the distance between Luo Feng's base and Fralotti was less than 0.1 light-years, making the sensing even clearer, which allowed for the confirmation of a cosmic coordinate range.

"That is a sphere of influence within the Shattered Star Belt where human powerhouses gather in great numbers," the heavy voice said. "It's too risky to enter."

"Ah." Fralotti was dumbfounded. "Your Highness, as long as we are careful..."

"No."

The heavy voice said, "We must wait until they leave the sphere of influence of human powerhouses. Only then will we act."

Fralotti could only respond, "Yes."

Click!

The communication ended.

Within the dark shattered star, Fralotti sat cross-legged on the ground, his sharp claws gripping and crushing the rocky surface. He growled, "The Ziqian Myriad Serpent Clan, ruthless and cautious—the rumors are indeed true. Hmph! It seems I can only wait. I believe that human squad will soon leave their base."

"At least I've successfully invited this Ziqian Myriad Serpent."

"The information I heard was indeed true. Within the Demon Race, there are special rewards for killing human geniuses," Fralotti said triumphantly.

...

Overall, human talent is weaker than that of the Demon Race.

Therefore, human Sector Lords capable of rivaling 'Immortal Gods' are extremely rare, their numbers exceedingly few, even within the 026 Barracks Base of the Outer Battlefield's Seventh Battlefield. And the Demon Race, humanity's hostile species, has special regulations offering unique rewards for killing human geniuses.

The Ziqian Myriad Serpent Clan is merely one of the many royal clans within the Demon Race, and above them, there are even higher imperial clans!

Thus, Meng Weina, as a rather inconspicuous Immortal God among the Ziqian Myriad Serpents, didn't possess many resources. The reward for killing these two human geniuses was enough to excite him immensely.

...

Under the command of the Ziqian Myriad Serpent, 'Meng Weina,' the two Immortal Gods of the Qiusi Tribe, 'Fralotti' and 'Lei Keya,' both headed to a pre-arranged cosmic coordinate location to gather.

The three parties converged.

They gathered, quietly waiting for the human Sector Lord squad to emerge. Once the human Sector Lord squad left the sphere of influence within the Shattered Star Belt where human powerhouses congregated, they could make their move.

"It's been eight days, and they still haven't come out?"

"Fralotti, your keepsake hasn't been discovered, has it? They might have deliberately discarded it somewhere."

"Don't worry, it absolutely won't be discovered. My keepsake is hidden within a interlayer of a weapon. Unless they destroy that weapon... would they really go crazy and dismantle all the spoils of war?"

"Quiet, everyone, wait!"

The combined Immortal God team from the Demon Race side was like hunters, silently waiting for an opportunity to arise.

...

Within the core of the shattered star that served as Luo Feng's temporary base in the Shattered Star Belt.

"We've rested for fifteen days this time, five days longer than usual. Everyone's had enough rest, right?" Taiwo stood up and smiled.

The tall Yan Poluo Tribe member, 'Hammer,' spoke with a deep voice: "My great hammer has long been thirsty."

"I still need a lot of military merits," the illusionist 'Wei' said, stroking the cat in his arms.

The team members all stood up.

After such a long rest, they were all full of vigor.

"After experiencing these past six months, I've come to understand the general patterns of combat on the Outer Battlefield," Luo Feng mused. "Just following the squad for so long? The speed of accumulating military merits is far too slow. If I were alone, I could completely hunt Immortal Gods, or even more powerful Immortal Gods."

"But until I accumulate 1 billion military merits, I won't be 'free,' and must obey the military's arrangements."

Luo Feng thought to himself.

"Haha, last time we managed to kill an Immortal God. I hope this outing brings us equally great rewards," Taiwo said, his eyes like lightning, and commanded, "Depart!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

All the team members swiftly shot out along the deep, winding passage, flying into outer space. Then, the group boarded their inexpensive C9-class spaceship and once again began their journey of slaughter...