Titan Galaxy

The Outer Realm Battlefield was established by the Human Race, the Demon Race, the Zerg, the Mechanical Race, and the other Four peak tribes. Besides the Four Great Peak Races, countless Subordinate Races under their command also fought there.

The Outer Realm Battlefield was a general term. In reality, it was divided into eleven major battlefields, each of which contained numerous Sub-battlefields.

The battles that broke out differed from one battlefield to another.

Some high-end battlefields were populated entirely by King level Immortals.

On slightly lower-end battlefields, large numbers of Marquis Immortals and a few King level Immortals were active.

Lower still were battlefields where large numbers of Immortals and Elite Squads of World Lords were active.

The most ordinary battlefields were unlike the previous kinds, where lone warriors or small squads operated. Usually, one or more powerful warriors led many Domain Lords and Cosmic levels into large-scale battles against Alien Races.

In fact, this was the most common situation on the Outer Realm Battlefield. Powerful warriors were a minority, after all; the vast numbers of ordinary World Lords, Domain Lords, and Cosmic levels made up the main force.

Titan Domain was one such ordinary battlefield.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Cheng came to his senses from the dazed feeling of traveling through space and time. A booming voice rang in his ears.

"Last time on Suanni Star, Meteor General led more than a thousand of us warriors, and we were surrounded by over three thousand Demon Race warriors. That battle was earth-shattering! The thousand of us held off their attack, and Meteor General even killed a Demon Race World Lord, scaring them into retreat!"

"..."

Wang Cheng looked around. He was in a very spacious Alloy Room, packed with warriors wearing standardized armor.

As for the voice he had just heard, it belonged to a big man with a beaklike mouth, who was sitting on a table. Perched up high, he talked on and on.

Below the big man, more than a dozen people had gathered in groups of two or three. They drank as they listened to him boast about his glorious deeds, looking quite at ease.

Wang Cheng was one of them. The only difference was that he was sitting by himself.

"Titan Galaxy, squad TUI23980035. A newly joined Cosmic level warrior with an antisocial personality." Wang Cheng mulled over the information in his mind and quickly pieced together what was going on.

This squad was led by the World Lord Meteor and operated in the Titan Galaxy. A few days ago, they had been ambushed by the Demon Race on a place called Suanni Star and suffered heavy losses. They had returned to the Supply Base to recruit new members.

Wang Cheng was one of the ordinary Cosmic levels who had just joined the squad.

"I wonder when we'll see some action!" Wang Cheng listened to the big man with the beaklike mouth boasting above him and picked up the glass in front of him for a taste.

"This is what you call good liquor."

Wang Cheng glanced at it in surprise, then took one sip after another.

With Wang Cheng's constitution, drinking Earth's liquor was easier than drinking water, and he had never felt much interest in it. But the drink in front of him brought back a familiar feeling.

He soon drained the glass. Looking around, he spotted a huge bottle of liquor on the table, nearly as tall as a person.

Just as Wang Cheng was about to get up and pour himself another drink, the big man above him waved a hand. A stream of liquor flowed out of the bottle, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Cheng's glass was full again.

"Brother, that's not how you drink this liquor. You've got to savor it slowly!" The big man laughed.

"Thanks!" Wang Cheng raised his glass.

"What are you thanking me for? We're all brothers. Once we're on the battlefield, we'll have to look out for one another!" The big man looked at Wang Cheng, then at the others around them. "The dozen or so of us are a squad—we're all in the same boat. To put it bluntly, we're cannon fodder on the battlefield. If we don't stick together, we won't even know how we died!"

"Right!"

Hearing the big man, who had been boasting for so long, finally say something useful, the others nodded.

All of them were Cosmic levels, the very lowest rank on the battlefield. If they stuck together, they might have a slim chance of survival. Fighting alone was practically a death sentence!

About half an hour after Wang Cheng arrived, he had become familiar with the dozen or so others.

He also learned that the big man with the beaklike mouth was named Moxiso. He was a Cosmic level ninth order and had spent more than ten years on the Outer Realm Battlefield. For a Cosmic level to survive there for over a decade, his strength had to be far above that of an ordinary Cosmic level ninth order.

Of course, luck had played a part as well.

After all, a Cosmic level was still a Cosmic level. Even Wang Cheng could die at any moment in the battles on the battlefield!

On the Outer Realm Battlefield, World Lords had a death rate of ninety-five percent. For Cosmic levels, it was close to one hundred percent. Those who survived were either ones who broke through to the Domain Lord level or the luckiest of the lucky.

Wang Cheng knew he was just passing through, so he didn't say much. He simply sipped his liquor and listened to the others talk.

Across the entire universe, Cosmic levels might seem unremarkable. But in the natural course of development, it took a long time for a star system to produce even one Cosmic level. Anyone who became a Cosmic-level life-form had been through a great deal.

Besides, ordinary Cosmic levels wouldn't come to a place like the Outer Realm Battlefield. Those who came here probably all had their own stories.

So there was no shortage of things for them to talk about.

Another ten minutes or so passed in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out, and the entire Alloy Room shook violently.

"Enemy attack!"

Moxiso, experienced as he was, reacted at once. The hundreds of members of Humanity in the Alloy Room quickly sprang to their feet, and the noisy room fell silent.

Whoosh!

A phantom figure suddenly appeared above the Alloy Room. It was a man in Silver Battle Armor, with reddish skin and a resolute gaze.

As soon as the phantom appeared, he said, "Everyone, our ship has come under attack. Get ready to fight at my side!"

After speaking, the phantom immediately disappeared.

"Sudden encounters like this are often the most dangerous. Everyone, stay alert!" Moxiso warned them, then continued, "Follow me when the time comes!"

"Right!"

The dozen or so Cosmic levels who had just gotten to know one another all nodded at Moxiso's words. He was a Cosmic level ninth order, and he had survived on the Outer Realm Battlefield for more than ten years. No one objected to following him.

Wang Cheng didn't say much either. It was his first time on the Outer Realm Battlefield, and he still needed to see what things were like. For now, following Moxiso seemed like a good idea!