I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 687 - 507: Great King, We’ve Encountered a Ghost

Chapter 687 -507: Great King, We’ve Encountered a Ghost

“The Dream Network… will it work?”

“I don’t know. For now, all we can do is wait.”

Hiding in the Green Mountain, the Duke of the Lanpeng Civilization, Magmit, had been living under the immense terror of extinction for his race.

The storm clouds in his heart grew heavier and heavier, rendering him completely numb, as if frozen in place.

Even with nearly five thousand elite survivors, so what?

This was a catastrophic annihilation of civilization!

If all 8 million people in the city died, they would feel such despair that they might commit suicide just to follow them into death.

As for the battle between Lu Yuan and the [Ghost], all that could be seen through satellites was a blurry pixelated mess…

Their combat capabilities far exceeded anyone’s imagination. Breaking the sound barrier was just routine; the [Ghost]’s red-light attacks were equivalent to nuclear bombs.

This was Mind War!

Magmit’s numbed soul felt as if it had detached from his body with every instance of Lu Yuan’s spatial teleportation.

Incomprehensible, impossible to fathom.

It wasn’t until Lu Yuan brought their prince back that these Lanpeng survivors let out a brief sigh of relief.

It felt like rising back from drowning.

There was still hope!

From the adjacent Human reconnaissance room came cheers.

“The Great Commander has arrived! The Lanpeng Prince has been rescued!”

Magmit loosened up slightly and took a vicious gulp of water.

“This world is just too terrifying,” Magmit muttered to the Rat Artisan next to him. “Is Materialist technology totally useless?”

The Rat Artisans as a group were no longer interested in hibernating. Every one of them sat trembling with fear, too scared to even look at the screen.

For crying out loud, they had just wanted to piggyback on some luck, and here they were, running into a [Ghost]!

What made everything worse was that this entire prairie was [Monster] territory; there was no way out…

And adding to the eerie vibe, that Greedy Demon God’s puppet—damn, it was too fierce! It had been dismembering the [Ghost] for half an hour already.

At this point, which one was the [Ghost], really?

In their minds, only top-tier civilizations could dismember a [Ghost].

This display of power had overturned their understanding of reality.

After a long while, someone finally explained.

“Materialism isn’t useless; it’s just that the technology isn’t advanced enough, the power not strong enough,” Shu Gongye said, trying to appear knowledgeable as he turned to face the Lanpeng people. “If you increased the hydrogen bomb’s yield to 100 megatons, maybe you could directly dismember the [Ghost], then seal it off.”

“Your hydrogen bomb isn’t powerful enough; it’s only one megaton.”

He shook his head dramatically. “But even if you blew it to pieces, it’d be useless. The [Ghost] would resurrect quickly.”

“If we used a container to hold the fragments, would that count as a seal?” Magmit asked.

Shu Gongye snorted. “It’s not that simple. You’d have to collect all the fragments! If you don’t stop it from resurrecting, elements like its blood will exhibit the ‘Undying’ effect, creating large-scale ecological disasters. The trouble caused would be even greater.”

“So the best way is to collect the corpse pieces intact and carefully seal them.”

“But sealing it is hundreds or thousands of times harder than killing it!”

Magmit smacked his beak awkwardly. Shu Gongye’s comments left them speechless.

A one-megaton hydrogen bomb… enough to level a city, but still not strong enough?

With a sigh, he slumped back into his chair, gazing out the window.

A strange thought formed in his mind: “Joining the stronger humans… might not be a bad idea after all.”

“The Lanpeng Civilization needs to live on. There are still five thousand of us left… I just don’t know if the genetic diversity is sufficient…”

“Damn it, the male-to-female ratio is all wrong. Too many males, too few females.”

Even his own wife was still in hibernation!

He smacked his bird beak in frustration.

Just then, Shu Gongye thought of something, pulling out a peculiar mirror from his pocket and yelling, “My King, my King! I have important news to report!”

The mirror in his hand was extraordinary, glowing brilliantly, immediately drawing the attention of the Birdmen.

Shu Gongye was clearly showing off. As honored guests, the Ratmen had always been treated well in Green Grass City.

Being celebrity artisans, a casual bit of their craftsmanship created wealth that marked them as S-tier talent! Even the Humans sometimes begged them to craft weapons or equipment.

But now, with a large influx of other guests, the future seemed uncertain.

With over three thousand Divine Skills, including Craftsmanship Talent and Engraving Reading, Lanpeng’s regular abilities were vast in numbers.

The knowledge of a quasi-interstellar civilization was truly concentrated in the hands of a select few!

Those people, as long as they cooperated, would undoubtedly become honored guests.

Thus, Shu Gongye had to fight for his own benefits: See? I’ve got connections! Don’t you newcomers think about taking the Ratmen’s spot!

Not long after, Mouse King Shu Huangfeng came online.

Rubbing his drowsy eyes, he angrily scolded into the mirror, “What time is it over there?”

“Twelve fifteen, midnight.”

“What kind of nonsense is so important it’s worth disturbing my time with the mother rats? I told you, we found a closely related species! We’re making babies!”

“You wouldn’t understand this blessing—you traitors to civilization!”

He hurled this accusation without hesitation.

“My King, we’ve encountered a [Ghost]; we’re in the middle of a battle.”

Shu Huangfeng shuddered, almost dropping the mirror from his hand.

This shrewd and capable King suddenly turned sneaky. “Well, then you’re all about to die.”

“Quick, before you die, send all your assets over here. Consider it your final contribution to the civilization. Come on, I’ll cover the teleportation fees.”

Shu Gongye’s whiskers twitched in disdain, showing clear contempt: “My King, that Lu Yuan exchange quite a few blows with the [Ghost] and even managed to escape.”

“Though with the help of some treasure from the Ancient Insects, the Greedy Demon God’s puppet was incredibly powerful. We have reason to suspect it’s another one of his bodies… you know what I mean.”

There was a silence in the air.

Mouse King Shu Huangfeng trembled slightly and muttered, “So early in this Epoch, and this is already happening… Looks like we made the right call. This guy might actually have some fortune.”

“My King, it’s not that early. This could be a short-lived Epoch.”

“The [Ghosts] are already out, completely different from the Eighth Epoch. It’s truly possible this is the Mid-Era already.”

The craftsman master urged, “My King, have you collected enough Spirit Essence to survive the Epoch Disaster? Don’t tell me you’re still busy with the mother rats?”

“Maybe the mass extinction will start a thousand years earlier.”

Shu Huangfeng flashed a sheepish smile. You’ve put me in a tough spot.

In front of all these people, can’t you give me a little face?

Shu Huangfeng suddenly began beating his chest, sighing dramatically, pretending to repent deeply.

“With such significant events unfolding, I can no longer cling to comfort!”

He huffed and puffed as he declared, “I will set out tomorrow and leave this place behind. Rest assured, as an Ancient Stranger, how could I succumb to lust?”

Shu Gongye added: “Also, he might possess that ability… the one connected to the Sealing Resin he exchanged with us. I knew it, that Sealing Resin of his must’ve been carved out of his own flesh.”

The Mouse King froze for a moment before murmuring, “Every civilization has its secrets; let’s pretend we didn’t notice. Wait, he’s already used it? That could be a problem… Go tell him to lay low and avoid using it so casually again.”

He raised one finger: “The eyes in the sky are watching!”

“King, it’s a different race.”

Shu Gongye proudly waggled the mirror, allowing Magmit and Shu Huangfeng to exchange a few words.

The two sides even made some minor trades, swapping bits of knowledge.

The massive migration of the Lanpeng people naturally came with some assets.

As a quasi-interstellar civilization, their Mind-related wealth was not insignificant, having wandered the stars for many years.

Meanwhile, the Rat Artisans’ wealth, alongside their dissemination of Eighth Epoch knowledge, effectively made them NPCs, always seeking to latch onto civilizations with potential and absorb some Qi Fortune.

“So, humans are quite an impressive civilization?” Duke Magmit’s facial feathers quivered. “Oh, not to say they aren’t impressive—those Mirage Spaces, those Yingyu Trees—but their foundations definitely surpass my Lanpeng Civilization.”

“It’s just… they’re even stronger than I imagined?”

Shu Huangfeng said, “Heh, over the years, we’ve encountered quite a few civilizations. Including those hiding in the Safe Zones, there are at least ten!”

“And lackluster civilizations abound. Your Lanpeng people are already in the top one percent—even the top 0.1 percent.”

The Lanpeng people, flattered by the compliment, felt a mix of emotions.

Even if they were full of potential, they were… finished.

“You might underestimate the difficulty of escaping from a [Ghost]. Once you get near that thing, you’ll understand its terror. You won’t even have the courage to move, let alone fight it.”

“Anyone capable of fighting those things is…”

“Sigh, truly… Even watching through a screen, you can feel that killing intent.” The Birdmen sighed one after another.

Mouse King said, “Humans may outwardly appear to be a Third-Level Civilization, but their Great Commander is brimming with fortune and shrouded in countless secrets… Sigh, since you’ve joined them, do your best and stay diligent. Who knows, there might still be a chance for resurgence… As for your mother civilization—when it’s gone, it’s gone. Nothing can be done.”

“Our people… we haven’t died yet!” Magmit stretched his neck and growled fiercely.

“And we’ve fallen too, sigh, we understand!” The Ratmen acted mockingly gleeful, their demeanor somewhat despicable.

Suddenly, the lights on the ceiling flickered, and the temperature abruptly dropped by several degrees.

A Rat Artisan shouted, “King! The [Ghost] might have entered this city!”

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“Well… well then… I’ll hang up for now. We’ll catch up later,” Shu Huangfeng quickly said. “Hold on, don’t die.”

The image in the mirror vanished.

It wasn’t that he feared death but that the [Ghosts] were extremely sensitive to superpowers and could attack via those abilities!

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