Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1871: Bloody Region 50 (3)

Upon reaching the heavens, Ye Zhongming had spent only a brief period there. His understanding of the alien races, the Slave Races, and heavenly affairs remained confined to the scant details gathered from his stint with the Star-Eye Clan. As a result, numerous aspects escaped his full grasp before he entered the newcomer battlefield.

Had he been aware of the nutrient wave's existence, he surely wouldn't have dashed toward monsters like the Siha.

By the time the alien races sensed the nutrient wave, it was far too late to act. Or more precisely, even prior knowledge wouldn't have empowered them to halt it, for they lacked the means entirely.

This phenomenon known as the nutrient wave consisted of a mysterious energy surging across the universe at unpredictable yet extended intervals. The energy appeared utterly inert, lacking color or shape, detectable solely through advanced detection devices.

Yet, this subtle energy surge, easily overlooked without scrutiny, empowered the Slave Races to surge in strength rapidly, along with their parasitic hosts.

Prior to this, the Slave Races and their parasites had already overwhelmed the alien races, who could merely employ minor tactics bolstered by wheel technology to slow their relentless advance.

Every instance of the nutrient wave inflicted devastating blows upon the cosmic races, demanding countless cosmic years for any semblance of recovery. Meanwhile, the Slave Races advanced dramatically with each occurrence. This relentless cycle had forged the dire circumstances at hand.

In essence, the nutrient wave represented a pivotal shift, one where the cosmic races steadily declined while the Slave Races gained ever more dominance.

Whereas the earlier Slave Race breeding surge had left the cosmic races walking a precarious path, the current crisis filled them with profound fear and a despair so deep it bordered on suicidal longing.

Helpless as they were, the cosmic races could only rail against the nutrient wave's untimely arrival, powerless to intervene further.

The gap since the previous nutrient wave had been excessively brief. This outbreak's consequences proved far graver than the cosmic races had anticipated, disrupting virtually every domain.

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Aboard planets dominated by diverse Slave Races, the abrupt influx of nutrients accelerated their growth and boosted their parasite production at an alarming rate. Entire worlds descended into an era of unrelenting darkness.

Defenders who once mounted some resistance now crumbled swiftly before the parasites' onslaught; those already defenseless teetered on the brink of total annihilation. One planet after another, claimed by the Slave Races, swiftly drained of vitality and teeming life.

Myriad agents and allied forces, laboriously nurtured by the cosmic races over years, met their end, erasing decades of painstaking investment in a flash.

It resembled a failed venture: not merely devoid of returns, but the core assets obliterated too.

Moreover, parasites cultivated by various races within survivor fortresses for strategic aims also absorbed the nutrient surge. Safeguards around them demanded urgent reinforcement and enhancement. Some parasites, already stirred by the wave, broke free from containment units or cryogenic holds, unleashing widespread turmoil.

No matter the chaos, the instant the nutrient wave surfaced, numerous leaders among the cosmic races grasped that critical developments loomed inescapably.

And gazes from many shifted toward this cycle's novice battlefield, as the wave's influences unfolded progressively. The world hosting the novice battlefield ranked among the earliest to suffer its touch.

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Ye Zhongming had essentially leaped from wielding a rifle to commanding a cannon.

Thanks to his earlier accumulation of ample points, despite the sharp price hikes across the official store's inventory, he retained the means to acquire what he needed.

Beyond crafting gear for sale, Ye Zhongming had branched into a fresh endeavor: equipment restoration!

This line operated without taxation.

Though not all cosmic race equipment fell within his repair capabilities, and some mended pieces fell short of pristine condition, Ye Zhongming pursued it relentlessly. His zeal for mending gear outstripped even that for its creation. With no alternatives, such repairs unveiled the intricate designs and methods behind cosmic race tools, perfectly suiting his craving to master their fabrication.

In downtime between trials, few bothered tracking the leaderboards closely. Indeed, Ye Zhongming had briefly rocketed to third position, but his swift point expenditure kept it under the radar for most.

How did Ye Zhongming deploy these points? Among his purchases were the compact black orbs that had aided his flight from earlier hunters. Dubbed Retractable Sniper Bunkers, these devices morphed into slender rods upon impacting the ground from height, projecting brief, intricately refined energy beams. They offered broad coverage yet couldn't target precisely and harbored notable blind zones when used singly, hence deployment in clusters of multiples.

Each unit demanded twenty points. Their potency paled against level nine evolved beings, deterring most buyers. Still, Ye Zhongming snapped up twenty.

Confronting the duo of Siha, Ye Zhongming first deployed a metallic disc roughly one meter wide and half a meter deep. Once grounded, it expanded swiftly into a vast metallic platform spanning nearly a hundred square meters. He positioned himself atop it and stationed four head-sized spherical devices at the cardinal points.

That wasn't everything. In his grip lay a battle knife—none of the transforming variety, but a genuine one, stretching about a meter with a robust blade and a modestly arced edge. Its keen blade shimmered with a chilling glint and featured a pronounced structural ridge.

Apart from the blade, Ye Zhongming produced a compact, strap-equipped box. Securing it to his back, he activated a base switch, prompting mechanical wings to unfurl from its flanks. The front aspect bore specialized metallic casings to encase his arms, facilitating seamless operation.

With preparations complete, Ye Zhongming adopted a battle-ready posture and eyed the pair of Siha.

Yet, right as combat loomed, the recorder's rankings shifted abruptly and wildly. Ye Zhongming's spot vaulted to third!

Stunned, he glanced over to see the names of his two superiors erased—signifying their demise!

One had held the top rank!

What peril had befallen them, claiming two of the top five in unison?

Ye Zhongming lacked the luxury to ponder their fates. The Siha barreled toward him mere moments away. Nonetheless, this twist planted unease in his mind.

Possessing some insight into these infamous parasites, Ye Zhongming reacted the instant they trod upon the metallic expanse. With a gesture, the wings propelled him rearward. The heftier Siha on the left promptly lashed out its tongue from its maw, aiming straight for him.

Before contact, the orbs nearest the Siha pair detonated in a burst.