Titan Galaxy

The Outer Realm Battlefield is a battlefield established by the four peak races, Humanity of the Universe, Demon Race, Zerg Race, and Mechanical Race. Fighting within it are not only the four peak races but also countless subordinate races under their command.

Outer Realm Battlefield is a general term. In reality, it is divided into eleven major battlefields, and each major battlefield has numerous sub-battlefields.

Different battlefields experience different types of combat.

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

In slightly lower-end ones, Marquis Immortals are active in large numbers, with a few King level Immortals present.

Then there are battlefields where large numbers of Immortals and elite Realm Lord level squads are active.

As for the most ordinary battlefields, unlike the previous types where lone warriors or small teams operate, the most ordinary battlefields usually involve one or more strong individuals leading numerous Domain Lords, Cosmic level warriors, and fighting against alien races in large-scale battles.

In fact, this is the most common situation on the Outer Realm Battlefield. After all, strong individuals are always a minority. Massive numbers of ordinary Realm Lords, Domain Lords, and Cosmic level warriors are the main components of the Outer Realm Battlefield.

Titan Domain is one such ordinary battlefield.

"Wuwuwu!"

Wang Cheng snapped out of a trance-like state of traversing through time and space. At this moment, a booming voice sounded in his ear.

"Last time on Suanni Star, General Meteor led over a thousand of us warriors and was surrounded by over three thousand demon race members. That battle was truly earth-shattering. Our thousand-plus men held off the siege of over three thousand demon race members. General Meteor even killed a Demon Race World Lord, scaring them into a hasty retreat."

"..."

Wang Cheng scanned his surroundings. It was a very spacious alloy room filled with densely packed warriors in standard armor.

As for the voice Wang Cheng had just heard, it came from a big man with a bird-like beak sitting at a table. He sat at a higher position, talking endlessly.

Below the big man with the bird-like beak, more than a dozen people were gathered in twos and threes. They were drinking wine while listening to the bird-beaked man brag about his glorious deeds, giving off a rather leisurely vibe.

Wang Cheng was one of these dozen-plus people, the only difference being that he was alone.

"Titan Galaxy, TUI23980035 Squad, a Cosmic level warrior who just joined this team and is rather solitary!" Wang Cheng savored the information in his mind and quickly understood many things.

This was a team led by the Realm Lord "Meteor." The team was active in the Titan Galaxy. However, some days ago, they were ambushed by the demon race on a planet called Suanni Star, suffering heavy losses. They had returned to the Supply Base to replenish with new members.

And Wang Cheng was just an ordinary Cosmic level warrior who had newly joined this team.

"I wonder when the fighting will start!" Wang Cheng listened to the bragging from the bird-beaked man above and picked up the wine cup in front of him for a taste.

"This wine is truly excellent."

Wang Cheng looked with some surprise, then began to drink it mouthful by mouthful.

With Wang Cheng's physique, Earthly wine was easier for him to drink than water, and he had no interest in it. Drinking the wine before him now, however, brought back a sense of his past.

A cup of wine was quickly finished. Wang Cheng looked around and soon discovered a wine bottle half his height placed on the table.

Just as Wang Cheng was thinking about getting up to pour himself another drink, the bird-beaked man above waved his hand. Instantly, a stream of liquid flowed from the wine bottle, and in a flash, Wang Cheng's wine cup was filled.

"Brother, this is not how you drink this wine. You need to savor it slowly to appreciate its flavor!" the bird-beaked man chuckled.

"Thank you!" Wang Cheng said, raising his cup.

"What's there to thank? We're all brothers. When we get to the battlefield, we'll have to support each other!" the bird-beaked man said, looking at Wang Cheng and then at the other dozen-plus people around.

"We dozen-plus are considered a team, like grasshoppers on the same rope. To put it bluntly, we are cannon fodder on the battlefield. If we don't unite, we won't even know how we died!"

"Mm!"

Hearing that the bird-beaked man, who had been bragging for a long time, was finally saying something useful, the dozen-plus people around nodded.

The dozen-plus of them were all Cosmic level warriors, truly the lowest form of cannon fodder on the battlefield. Only by uniting did they have a slim chance of survival; fighting alone would almost certainly mean death!

About half an hour after Wang Cheng arrived, he quickly became familiar with these dozen-plus people.

Wang Cheng also learned that the bird-beaked man was named Moxiso, a Cosmic level ninth order warrior. He had been on the Outer Realm Battlefield for over ten years. For a Cosmic level warrior to survive on the Outer Realm Battlefield for over ten years without dying, his strength must have surpassed that of an ordinary Cosmic level ninth order warrior.

Of course, his good luck also played a part.

Otherwise, a Cosmic level warrior is still just a Cosmic level warrior. Even Wang Cheng could die at any moment in the battles on the Outer Realm Battlefield!

On the Outer Realm Battlefield, even Realm Lord level warriors have a 95% death rate. For Cosmic level warriors, the death rate is close to 100%. Those who survive, besides those who break through to become Domain Lords, are almost all extremely lucky individuals.

Wang Cheng knew he was just a passerby, so he didn't say much, just sat aside, sipping his wine and listening to them talk.

Throughout the entire universe, Cosmic level warriors might be insignificant, but in reality, under natural development, it takes a long time for a galaxy to produce a Cosmic level warrior. Those who can become Cosmic level life forms have all experienced much.

Furthermore, ordinary Cosmic level warriors wouldn't come to a place like the Outer Realm Battlefield. Those who came here likely all had their own stories.

Therefore, these people had no shortage of topics to discuss.

In the blink of an eye, another ten-plus minutes passed.

Suddenly, an explosion sounded, and the entire alloy room shook violently.

"Enemy attack!"

Moxiso, with his extensive experience, immediately reacted. Inside the alloy room, hundreds of Humanity of the Universe warriors quickly got to their feet. The previously noisy environment quickly fell silent.

Whoosh!

A phantom figure suddenly appeared above the alloy room. It was a man wearing silver battle armor. His skin was reddish, but his gaze was incredibly firm.

As soon as this phantom appeared, he immediately said, "Everyone, the spaceship has been attacked. Prepare to engage the enemy with me immediately!"

After speaking, the phantom didn't linger and disappeared directly.

"These sudden skirmishes are often the most dangerous. Everyone, pay close attention later!" Moxiso reminded them, then continued:

"Later, you will all follow me!"

"Okay!"

Hearing Moxiso's words, the dozen or so Cosmic level cultivators who had just gotten acquainted all nodded. Moxiso was Cosmic level ninth order and a Veteran who had lived on the Outer Realm Battlefield for over a decade. No one disagreed with following him.

Wang Cheng didn't say much either. This was his first time on the Outer Realm Battlefield, and he needed to observe the situation. Following Moxiso for now seemed like a good idea!