The Immortal Race elders had already broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, so they could naturally see what was happening. When the monsters in the sky suddenly accelerated toward the home bases of the Three Great Sects, their expressions changed drastically.
They wanted to fly back home, but watching the otherworldly army draw ever closer, they were afraid to strike the rat for fear of breaking the vase. For a moment, they had no idea what to do.
In their haste on the way here, they had poured all their true qi into traveling, leaving very little in their bodies.
If they pushed themselves to fly back now, they would not be going into battle. They would be serving up their heads.
After a while, they finally decided to stay and guard the small spirit vein.
They hurried to replenish their true qi with the help of the small spirit vein so they could face the battle ahead.
After some discussion, the Three Great Sects temporarily set aside their grudges, joined forces, and devoted everything to defending the small spirit vein.
Meanwhile, over a thousand transport aircraft quickly split into three groups and headed in three different directions.
Each group had the latest Qin-21 Fighters escorting it from the front.
They encountered quite a few scattered Immortal Race disciples along the way, all of whom were eliminated by the fighters.
Before the enemy could get close, the weapons bays opened, revealing four Qin-10 Missiles. Guided by infrared, they swiftly struck their targets, and the aircraft continued toward their destinations without stopping.
Soon, the bases of the Three Great Sects came into view. The closer the troops got, the more they felt their bodies thrill with excitement. It was a yearning for evolution.
They felt as though every pore in their bodies had opened, as though they were soaking in the most comfortable hot spring. All their exhaustion was swept away.
Spirit veins were exposed resources, much like mountain ranges, except they consisted entirely of transparent crystalline material.
The Three Great Sects had each left several thousand troops at home, mostly guards and outer disciples. Their elite forces had long since followed their sect masters to the center of the continent.
Nobody had expected the Human Race to be so sneaky. They had all been advancing toward the spirit vein at the continent's center, putting on a show of preparing for a decisive battle, only to suddenly change course halfway and head for the home bases of the Three Great Sects.
What was even more infuriating was that their fighters had never flown this fast before!
Hadn't they been puttering along as slowly as helicopters?
How had they suddenly accelerated until all anyone could see was their exhaust?
Sneaky bastards! Sneaky bastards!
The three fighter formations spotted the Immortal Race disciples guarding the spirit veins below and began their attack.
Some Immortal Race disciples tried to escape into the sky, only to be killed on the spot.
After the fighters slaughtered every Immortal Race disciple they could see, the transport aircraft began their airdrops farther away.
Over 3,200 troops parachuted down, then advanced toward the Immortal Sects with their weapons and equipment while the fighters escorted them overhead.
They moved fast!
They also encountered ambushes from many Immortal Sect disciples inside the cities. The limited space made ranged weapons less effective, and they suffered some losses.
Immortal Race disciples suddenly closed in, killing several human soldiers before they could react.
The troops advanced swiftly toward their objectives and soon reached the foot of the spirit vein mountains.
The soldiers took deep breaths of air, their entire bodies trembling with pleasure.
Following their earlier orders, they quickly began clearing out the scattered Immortal Race members in the cities. The Berserker troops' combat strength was already off the charts, yet they discovered that even they could not defeat a single Immortal Race disciple one-on-one.
Was this what a qi cultivator was like?
The Qin Kingdom's leading general was named Qin Ming. Upon discovering this, he promptly adjusted his tactics and ordered that no one was to act alone again.
They were to stop clearing out the Immortal Race remnants in the cities, hold the areas surrounding the spirit veins, and remain vigilant.
Some Immortal Race disciples watched the distant army anxiously but did not dare approach.
Qin Ming took out his Walkie-Talkie. "The area around the objective has been cleared. Send twenty transport aircraft over first."
He looked at the soldiers around him and said, "Brothers, time to mine!"
With Titanium Shovels and spades in hand, they began digging in teams of three.
Up in the sky, Cross ground his teeth with hatred. Watching those shameless scoundrels excavate his spirit veins left him trembling with rage.
Zhang Yang, on the other hand, highly approved of their efficient three-person teams and silently gave them a thumbs-up.
Watching the many dwarves dig into the spirit veins with all their might, Zhang Yang thought, They've done well in this Star War. Should I bring in some more female dwarves afterward?
In fact, after winning the Star War, Zhang Yang could use his divine abilities to move these spoils of war-the spirit veins-back to Blue Star intact and put them wherever he pleased.
He could even compress them into magic treasures and auction them on the Starry Sky Virtual Platform. They would be hot commodities.
A miniature spirit vein could probably sell for 1,000 energy points without much trouble, while that small spirit vein would fetch at least 5,000 energy points.
Then there were the captives, the three elven Trees of Life, the second-level immortal pool, and the Immortal Stele of Comprehension. He was making a fortune!
That was the allure of a Star War. A single victory could make you rich overnight. Whatever you lacked, if the enemy had it, it all became yours once you won.
Relying on natural development would only lead to eventual elimination.
Take Cross Planet, for example. It had spent sixty million years developing as a first-level civilization and accumulated 6,000 energy points.
It had spent fourteen million years developing as a second-level civilization and accumulated 14,000 energy points.
Cross Planet had used vast amounts of energy to catalyze the formation of one small spirit vein and three miniature spirit veins. These were essential accompanying conditions for the Immortal Race.
There was also the second-level immortal pool, the cradle of Immortal Race life. The Immortal Race was born from it, and forming an immortal pool in the first place required long ages and energy points.
After advancing to a second-level civilization, the immortal pool had to be upgraded again.
Then there was the Immortal Stele of Comprehension, which allowed the Immortal Race to comprehend innate talents and skills.
Now, all of it was Zhang Yang's loot!
The Immortal Race: "Where are your manners? We haven't even fought yet!"
Once mined into Spirit Stones, it could still be traded and used, and it was also easier for individuals to absorb.
At that moment, Zhang Yang was in a wonderful mood!
His subordinates were doing him proud!
He believed that with this spiritual energy, the Human Race might embark on an entirely new path.
Zhang Yang would not be shortsighted enough to sell these resources. Put plainly, a Star Lord and his Starfolk existed in a symbiotic relationship.
Without a Star Lord, there would be no Starfolk.
But if the Starfolk failed to measure up, sooner or later their Star Lord would be swallowed up by another civilization.
Perhaps it was the influence of his personality from his previous life as a human, even after a million years had passed.
Zhang Yang still took an open-minded view of it: if you prospered, he prospered, and everyone prospered!
On one condition, though. Mm! I prosper first! I have to live forever.
Mining was in full swing at all three sect bases. Once twenty transport aircraft had been loaded at each location, they flew back to the Star Gate under fighter escort.
Blue Star. Qin Kingdom.
There was a certain disparity between the two spaces, amounting to a difference of several days.
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to the Qin CMV Live Broadcast. Under the Qin Emperor's overall direction, Bai Qi has led an army of 300,000 to the front lines."
"We will continue bringing you updates."
The Qin Emperor, Ying Zheng, had not concealed this matter, even though many humans believed it was wrong and that they should cherish peace!
But they only dared mouth off behind his back. The Qin Kingdom Network Oversight Department was no toothless watchdog.
Every account was registered under a real name. If you dared shoot your mouth off, well, sorry.
Just wait and see whether they arrested you.
In truth, most humans understood that if they did not invade others, others would invade them. The universe's dark forest law would always exist. They could not afford illusions.
Several weeks passed like this without any news from the front. Ordinary citizens began to wonder whether they had lost.
They had heard that their opponents this time were the Immortal Race, whose individual combat strength was formidable and whose lifespans stretched into the thousands of years. They were all old turtles that had cultivated into monsters, each outliving the last.
Just as everyone was starting to worry, the Star Gate lit up, and large numbers of Dwarf Race soldiers walked out from beyond it.
Seeing this, viewers watching the live broadcast across the nation immediately feared the worst. "It's over. Did we lose?"
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