Chapter 405 Cross-border Hub

Ding Dong——

"Attention, we are about to arrive at the Kuiyi cross-border hub."

"After one hundred breaths, a super-dimensional jump will be carried out. Please do not do anything prohibited in the regulations to avoid accidents."

"Notice……"

The battle picture on the door of the merchant ship's bedroom flickered slightly, repeating the call over and over again.

Bai Donglin, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, trembled his eyebrows and slowly opened his eyes. Due to the excessive killing, the murderous aura that was as condensed as a substance had been wiped out, and his eyes became clear again.

In just a few days, he traveled to more than a dozen star prisons and killed nearly 50 billion extremely evil criminals. Finally, the lucky ring that was originally pitch black turned into a bright white color.

There is no way to avoid bearing such a huge sin of killing. These criminals have already come to the end of their lives, so the luck value in them is extremely low and can only be compensated by quantity.

He couldn't do it to massacre those innocent people who had no grudges against him. Among these criminals there were humans, demons, and even aliens. He had read their memories and knew they all deserved to die, so he had no psychological burden in killing them.

Killing them all can be considered as saving food for the human race.

"I have never seen a vein node in the only real world, a cross-world transmission hub, so I'd like to go and broaden my horizons!"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Donglin's figure had passed through the gate and appeared on the deck.

He was not the only one there. A lot of people had gathered on the deck, all looking out of the light shield with excitement.

Regardless of whether it is the first time or not, this supreme masterpiece of civilization, a work of art suspended in the starry sky, is something that you can never get enough of.

Sizzle!

The speed of the caravan fleet dropped suddenly, falling below the speed of light. The divine light shook and tore through the void, instantly appearing in the void of the real universe.

The huge fleet stretching for thousands of kilometers now seemed as tiny as a hair. It was because the cross-border transmission hub that served as a comparison was too huge.

Bai Donglin closed his eyes slightly, and the brilliant white light continued to flow. His magical perception had been raised to the limit, but he still could not see the full picture of the hub in front of him. He could only see through the imperceptible arc that this cross-border transmission hub was a sphere.

"Based on my field of view distance and arc, I can roughly calculate..."

"This spherical hub has a diameter of about one billion kilometers!"

There is no celestial body in the vast star field around it. There is only this lonely hub Pan Heng in the dark universe, and it is unknown how many years it has gone through.

In Bai Donglin's perception, all kinds of ship-shaped magical weapons were scattered throughout the surrounding universe, and countless ships as tiny as hair were flying towards the hub in an orderly manner from all directions.

Before everyone could marvel, the caravan had already passed through a layer of light film that covered the entire hub. A vast wave swept past, sweeping the entire caravan inside and out.

This is to investigate whether there are aliens or some contraband.

While passing through the light film, the leader of the caravan had already completed negotiations with the hub's spiritual intelligence center, determined the destination, and deducted the toll. Everything was completed in an instant.

The cost of using the hub is extremely high, and the flow of water at every moment is an astronomical figure. Bai Donglin feels envious just thinking about it.

Seventy percent of the hubs of the entire real world are controlled by humans, twenty percent are controlled by demons, and the rest are occupied by some top forces. It is almost impossible for others to get involved in this huge profit.

"No, I can still get a share of the pie. Wouldn't my low-dimensional world be more convenient? But this plan requires strong support, otherwise it will only be remembered by others..."

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed slightly. To fully unlock the various functions of the Tianluo Space, he would have to wait until he achieved the realm of gods and demons. There was still a long way to go.

Buzz! The merchant fleet slowly sank into the cross-border hub, as if entering a pool of strange liquid. Endless streams of light flashed in the liquid. They were warships that were jumping.

Everyone on the deck felt their five senses were in a trance for a moment, and when they came to their senses, the merchant fleet had passed through a thin film and returned to the void of the universe.

Looking back, it was still an extremely huge hub, but everyone knew in their hearts that this hub was no longer the same hub. In just a short moment, they crossed tens of trillions of light years and arrived in another realm.

"The Realm of the Gods, the Dark White Super Realm Galaxy Cluster, is the closest galaxy cluster to the battlefield of the gods!"

Among the many realms, there are some special realms, which are named after those horrific battlefields.

This is the case with the Realm of the Gods, because the battlefield of the gods exists in this realm.

The supplies sold by this caravan are strategic materials supplied to the battlefield.

After leaving the cross-border hub, the destination was still very far away. The caravan traveled for several months, crossed many teleportation points, and finally arrived at the rear position of the Battlefield of the Gods.

Along the way, there are fewer and fewer stars with life, and even dead stars are rare. Without asking, Bai Donglin can guess the reason. This place is close to the battlefield of the gods and is an extremely dangerous area. Few lives will settle here.

Over countless years, the world of gods has broken through the blockade countless times, and the battlefield has spread outward. Wherever it passes, all tangible objects are destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

It can be said that as long as the realm is named after a battlefield, the number of super-realm galaxy clusters in it is increasingly rare, even less than 10,000, which is hundreds or thousands of times less than that of normal realms! Those disappeared galaxy clusters were naturally destroyed in the war. Behind these cold numbers are countless tragic deaths.

These few galaxy clusters also exist for the battlefield of the gods. They are arsenals, logistics bases, and training grounds.

"Phew—we're finally here! What a boring journey!"

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Although he said this, he had made use of the low-dimensional world to secretly leave the caravan and travel around many times during this period. It was not boring at all.

Bai Donglin waved his hand, bid farewell to his hitchhiking caravan, and set foot on an unfamiliar continent. This was a training ground and one of the countless recruiting points.

If he wants to step onto the battlefield smoothly, he needs an identity first, otherwise he will not be able to get close to the battlefield of the gods.

Perhaps it was because the battle had become increasingly intense recently, and a large number of monks came to join the battle. There were so many people that Bai Donglin didn't even need to ask for directions. He followed the flow of people and entered a huge city directly.

"Queue up! Queue up! Don't push. I'm talking to you, you little bastard. Behave yourself!"

"Look carefully! The passage on the left is for independent cultivators without any power, and the one on the right is for cultivators from registered human forces. Don't go the wrong way!"

In addition to the human race, there are also strange-looking monsters. They are divided into two huge torrents and rush into the two towering gates.

Bai Donglin paused slightly, then chose the left side without hesitation. Before he completed the extreme trial, he would be a wandering ghost and could not walk the world as a disciple of the Holy Sect. This was one of the rules.

However, he did not care about it. Whether they were independent cultivators or disciples of a sect, the so-called unspoken rules or any preferential treatment were all dispensable to him.

It is stipulated in the laws and regulations of the human race that all disciples of registered forces, once they have reached a certain level of cultivation, must serve on the battlefield. This is inevitable for anyone.

As for independent cultivators, there is no such requirement. Naturally, there must be differences between the two, and there are some hidden twists and turns.

Bai Donglin didn't want to know all this. He was not here to gild his resume. His purpose was to complete the trial mission, earn contribution points to improve his rank, and exchange them for law seeds.

The flow of people is extremely fast and is constantly being diverted. Under the supervision of the guards, everyone goes through various formalities in an orderly manner at tens of thousands of ports. Moreover, there is no such thing as "off work" here. At all times, for endless years, there is a constant flow of people here.

War means death.

This kind of cross-border war that affects the entire ethnic group will not be enough to kill no matter how many lives are lost.

No matter what the reason for stepping onto the battlefield, this huge recruiting city that seems to be ubiquitous in various regions is the starting point that every human giant has set foot on.

Now, Bai Donglin has also set foot in this place.

(End of this chapter)