Chapter 775: The Shortest Route is the Long Way Around! Ten Thousand Races’ Celestial Pride! Qin Feng Achieves the Golden Tower! Just Like the Golden King

“Let’s move out.”

At Qin Feng and Caesar’s command, the army of over a million Constant Star Martial Artists gathered around the Library Planet transformed into countless streaks of light, speeding toward their respective battlefields.

Following the detailed battle plan devised by Caesar, they took with them varying numbers of Infinite Sea-level Martial Artist teams and began a large-scale conquest of the remaining one hundred galaxies whose situations were relatively clear.

Their primary objective was crystal clear: before the nine-hundredth year of the competition, they had to kill one hundred Constant Star-level members of the Mechanical Race as quickly as possible. This was to avoid being ruthlessly eliminated by the system for failing the mandatory mission.

Their secondary objective, naturally, was to acquire as many high-quality Machine Soul Cores as possible while completing their mission quota. This would increase their own strength and prepare them for the even more brutal competition to come.

Meanwhile, as the supreme leaders of the alliance, Qin Feng and Caesar turned their attention to the more distant and dangerous galaxies—the “Uninhabited Zones” that had been completely occupied by the Mechanical Race.

According to the official numbering on the major war zone map, their first target was the Uninhabited Zone closest to the alliance’s territory: Galaxy No. 450.

Qin Feng’s figure flickered at faster-than-light speeds across the vast Star Sea, constantly using Subspace Teleportation.

He was like a Death God. Every appearance signified the complete annihilation of a Mechanical Race stronghold entrenched in a star system, and the death of a powerful member of the Mechanical Race.

It was a complicated process.

Even with his terrifying strength, having already forged the “Foundation of the Eternal Singularity,” he still found these “fully developed” Mechanical Race members, who had been growing for over a hundred years, to be a profound hassle.

‘These Mechanical Race members… after completely occupying an entire star system, or even multiple systems, they received another massive infusion of resources from the competition organizers… Their rate of improvement is terrifying.’

After annihilating the fifth Mechanical Race stronghold, Qin Feng couldn’t help but feel a sense of shock.

Keep in mind, after sixty years of secluded cultivation with the “Tzeentch’s Chosen Eye,” his power had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

But even so,

when facing a massive Mechanical Race “Empire” that had successfully occupied more than ten star systems, Qin Feng was still unable to instantly kill it, as he could with similarly-leveled experts from other races.

At the very least, he had to spend several days clearing out the overwhelming swarm of mechanical creations in that Star Realm before he could finally slay the Mechanical Race life form’s true body.

If he were facing a Green-skinned Orc of the same level, a race known for its tough hide, Qin Feng was confident he could obliterate its body and soul into dust in a single instant!

Several days versus a single instant.

The difference between the two was simply immense.

‘This is the Mechanical Race’s nigh-unbeatable Racial Talent.’

‘Their Machine Soul Cores can be transferred instantly, at any time, to any of the mechanical creations they’ve personally built.’

‘There’s probably a distance limit, but I’m nowhere near discovering what it is.’

‘A member of the Mechanical Race that occupies over a dozen star systems commands a number of mechanical creations that has long since reached astronomical figures.’

‘Trying to find the single true body housing its soul among such a vast number is like finding a needle in a haystack.’

‘Even worse, to be safe, they’ll preemptively hide large numbers of mechanical creations in extremely remote corners of the deep Cosmos, far from the main battlefield, as their ‘backup plan’.’

‘It’s not that I can’t beat them, it’s just… so damn troublesome.’

During this hunt, Qin Feng had even encountered an extremely cunning Mechanical Race life form.

That thing had actually secretly established a massive, backup base of mechanical creations in the ten-thousand-meter depths of an ocean planet. This planet was in another Star Realm, a full several dozen star systems away from its main base.

If Qin Feng’s Mental Power hadn’t been so terrifyingly strong that it could envelop several Star Realms, that thing probably would have succeeded in its “golden cicada shedding its shell” trick and escaped.

The Mechanical Race was just that kind of headache-inducing species.

Their survivability was strong to an outrageous degree.

Their title of “Cosmic Peak Race” was by no means an empty boast.

And this was only within a limited competition zone, with all sorts of restrictions in place.

On the vast, boundless, true Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, who knew in what distant and inconceivable places those ancient Mechanical Race monstrosities, who had lived for countless years, had stashed away their mechanical creations.

The Mechanical Race—their ceiling was extremely high, and their floor was just as high.

They were extremely difficult to kill, which was one of the main reasons why, within the Empire, very few people chose to increase their power by plundering large quantities of “Machine Soul Cores.”

The cost-benefit ratio was simply too low.

…

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—

Qin Feng reached out again, placing a newly acquired, extremely high-quality Machine Soul Core into his possession.

At the same time, he expertly collected all the new, precious resources that the competition organizers had deployed within this star system.