Chapter 42 Titan Galaxy
The extraterritorial battlefield is a battlefield established by the four peak races such as humans, monsters, bugs, and machines. In addition to the four peak races, there are countless subsidiary races under the four peak races who fight in it.
The extraterritorial battlefield is a general term. It is actually divided into eleven major battlefields, and each major battlefield has many sub-battlefields.
Different battlefields have different battles.
There are some high-end battlefields where all the people active are immortal kings.
As for the slightly lower-end ones, a large number of feudal princes are immortal and a small number of feudal kings are active in it.
Once again, there is a battlefield where a large number of immortal and world lord elite teams are active.
As for the most common battlefield... Unlike the previous battlefields where lone rangers or teams of several people are active, the most common battlefields are usually led by one or more strong men leading many Domain Lords and Universe Levels. Start a large-scale battle with alien races.
In fact, this is the most common situation in extraterritorial battlefields. After all, the strong ones are in the minority after all, and the large number of ordinary realm lords, domain lords, and cosmic-level ones are the main components of extraterritorial battlefields.
Titan Star Territory is such a common battlefield.
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"Woo!"
Wang Cheng came back to his senses from the trance of traveling through time and space. At this time, a loud voice rang in his ears.
"Last time on Suanniao Star, General Meteor led more than a thousand of our warriors and were surrounded by more than three thousand demon clans. That battle was really devastating. There were more than a thousand of us, and we just blocked the three thousand demon clans. Under the siege of more than a thousand people, General Meteor even killed a demon clan leader, scaring them into fleeing..."
"..."
Wang Cheng glanced around. This was a very spacious alloy room filled with densely packed warriors wearing standard armor.
As for the voice Wang Cheng heard just now... it was a big man with a bird's mouth sitting on a table. He was sitting high up and talking nonstop.
Below the big man with a bird's beak, there were more than ten people gathered together in twos and threes. They were drinking wine while listening to the big man with a bird's beak bragging about his glorious deeds. They felt quite leisurely.
And Wang Cheng is one of these more than ten people. The only difference is that he stays alone.
"Titan Galaxy, Team No. TUI23980035, a new cosmic-level warrior who has joined this team with a withdrawn personality!" Wang Cheng savored the information in his mind, and he quickly figured out many things.
This is a team led by World Lord "Meteor". This team is active in the Titan galaxy. However, it was besieged by demons in a place called Suanniao Star a few days ago. It suffered huge losses and then returned to the supply base. Added a group of new members.
And Wang Cheng is an ordinary cosmic level who has recently joined this team.
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"I wonder when there will be a battle!" Wang Cheng listened to the bragging of the big man with a bird's mouth above him, and also picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.
"This wine is really good wine..."
Wang Cheng glanced at it in surprise, and then he drank it one sip after another.
With Wang Cheng's physique, he could drink earth's wine more easily than drinking water, and he had no interest in drinking. Drinking the wine in front of him now made him regain his previous feeling.
After drinking a glass of wine quickly, Wang Cheng looked around, and soon he discovered a large wine bottle half a person's height placed on the table.
Just when Wang Cheng was thinking about getting up and pouring another glass of wine, the big man with a bird's beak above him waved his hand. In an instant, a stream of water flowed out of the wine bottle. In an instant, the wine glass in front of Wang Cheng was filled.
"Brother, this is not how you drink this wine. It tastes good if you drink it slowly!" The big man with a bird's mouth laughed.
"Thank you!" Wang Cheng raised his glass and said.
"Thank you for what? We are all brothers. When we go to the battlefield, we have to support each other!" The big man with a bird's beak looked at Wang Cheng and then at the other ten people around him. He said:
"A dozen of us are considered a team, that is, we are just grasshoppers on a rope. To put it bluntly, we are cannon fodder on the battlefield. If we don't know how to unite, we will die without knowing it!"
"Um!"
Hearing that the big man with a beak who had been bragging for a long time finally said something useful, more than a dozen people around him nodded.
More than ten of them are cosmic-level, and they are indeed the lowest level cannon fodder on the battlefield. They have a chance of survival if they unite, but if they fight alone, they are almost certain to die!
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After Wang Cheng arrived, about half an hour later, he quickly became familiar with these more than ten people.
Wang Cheng also knew that the big man with a beak was named Mo Xisuo, a ninth-level cosmic-level man, and he had been in the outer battlefield for more than ten years. A cosmic-level man could stay in the outer battlefield for more than ten years without dying. His strength must definitely exceed the ninth level of ordinary universe level.
Of course, his good luck is also indispensable for this.
Otherwise, the universe level is still the universe level. Even Wang Cheng may die at any time while fighting on the battlefield!
On the battlefield outside the territory, the Realm Lord level has a mortality rate of 95%. The Universe level has a mortality rate of close to 100%. Those who can survive, except for those who have broken through the Territory Lord, almost all the rest. He is the lucky one among the lucky ones.
. . .
Wang Cheng knew that he was just a passer-by, so he didn't say much. He just listened to these people talking while tasting wine.
Looking at the entire universe, the cosmic level may not be eye-catching, but in fact, under the circumstances of natural development, it takes a long time for a galaxy to give birth to a cosmic level. Those who can become cosmic level life have experienced a lot.
Moreover, ordinary universe-level people would not come to places like foreign battlefields. Everyone who comes here probably has their own story.
Therefore, these people have no shortage of topics to talk about now.
In the blink of an eye, another ten minutes passed.
Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the entire alloy room shook violently.
"Enemy attack!"
The experienced Mosiso immediately reacted. In the entire alloy room, hundreds of cosmic humans stood up quickly one by one, and the originally noisy environment quickly became quiet.
Wow!
An illusory figure suddenly appeared above the alloy room. This was a man wearing silver armor. His skin was reddish, but his eyes were extremely firm.
As soon as this phantom appeared, he immediately said: "Everyone, the spaceship has been attacked, prepare to fight with me immediately!"
After saying that, the phantom didn't wait long and disappeared directly.
"Sudden encounters like this are often the most dangerous. Everyone must pay attention later!" Mosiso reminded, and he continued:
"Later, you all follow me!"
"Um!"
Hearing Moxisuo's words, the dozen or so cosmic-level people he had just become familiar with all nodded. Moxisuo was a ninth-level cosmic-level man and an old man who had lived on the battlefield outside the territory for more than ten years. Following him, no one was dissatisfied.
Wang Cheng didn't say much. It was the first time he came to this foreign battlefield. He had to wait and see what the situation would be like. It would be good to follow Mo Xisuo for the time being!
