Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 1882: All chaos (3)

If it were only like this, Ye Zhongming and He would not have fallen into despair. At worst, they could just continue running.

But now, these three green dots had formed a triangle, trapping them in the middle.

Clearly, the other side had discovered them and, without them noticing, had already set up their formation. The attack was imminent.

He looked at Ye Zhongming in despair, her meaning obvious: they might die here today.

If it were three novices, the two of them could still fight. After all, both were among the top novices.

But the green dots represented the official warriors who had descended from above. Even if they werenʼt as strong as the previous half-beast, they should be quite close, especially since there were three of them.

Ye Zhongmingʼs head was spinning. He had just gambled his life away, turning danger into safety for himself and He. How could they encounter such a desperate situation again so soon?

”Any last words? We should both say something. That way, if someone survives, they can carry the words out.” Ye Zhongming said bitterly.

”Canʼt you have a little confidence?” He bit her lip, saying with some disdain.

She really didnʼt want to die. She carried too much on her shoulders. If she died, her race might truly face the danger of extinction in the very near future. Even if many clansmen survived, there would no longer be the Changxu Water Race, only Changxu Water Race slaves.

Ye Zhongming never lacked confidence, but it depended on the situation. Even at his peak, facing three mature warriors of the Cosmic races simultaneously, he would inevitably lack confidence.

What to do?

This was a problem the two had to face.

After thinking it over, it seemed there was only one option: fight to the death.

Ye Zhongming had already taken all the injury and recovery medicine he had. He could feel his body recovering rapidly, but returning to peak condition would probably take a day.

He also took out all her remaining supplies to check, hoping to find something useful. Unfortunately, nothing seemed helpful.

The three green dots drew closer, now less than fifty meters away. Even footsteps became audible. It seemed that after completing the encirclement, they hadnʼt even tried to hide themselves.

Soon, the three warriors revealed their true faces.

”Gurui Star Race?!” Heʼs voice trembled slightly.

Ye Zhongming was stunned. He hadnʼt expected to run into these guys.

After the Bright Water Realm trial, this race had appeared and tried to recruit him, but Ye Zhongming had refused.

At that time, Ye Zhongming didnʼt want to depend on anyone; he wanted to carve out his own path. Not to mention the Gurui Star Race, who had been condescending and treated him poorly, even the Lutherans, who had better attitudes and offered concrete benefits, he had flatly refused.

”Itʼs us.” One of them spoke. His voice was unpleasant, like something grating. Then he looked at Ye Zhongming and said, ”We said we wouldnʼt let you off, and we wonʼt.”

Ye Zhongming laughed coldly, but in his heart, he knew these guys really held a grudge, seizing any opportunity to cause trouble for him.

He, however, was unaware of the grievances between them. She glanced weirdly at Ye Zhongming, wondering how he had provoked this notoriously difficult race among the Cosmic races.

The Gurui Star Raceʼs population was actually not large, even comparable to the Changxu Water Race, which was on the brink of extinction.

But the status and recent situations of the two races were worlds apart.

The Changxu Water Race faced extinction, while the Gurui Star Race was one of the major races, on the verge of becoming a super race.

This was naturally related to their special circumstances.

The Cosmic races were, frankly, a group of cosmic nomads who had lost their homes and could only struggle on artificial planets.

Without their own roots, their living space was being squeezed smaller and smaller by the Slave Race.

However, one race stood out: the Gurui Star Race. They had ʼrootsʼ!

They had transplanted the foundation from their original planet—a powerful plant—onto a survivor fortress. It was called the Sacred Tree. This mutated tree would bear a kind of fruit. After consumption, it would take root and sprout within the lifeform, becoming a pillar inside the body, thereafter providing a continuous stream of power and life force, granting them a nearly indestructible body.

If asked which race in the Cosmic races had the longest lifespan, it was undoubtedly the Gurui Star Race. Because battles happened frequently and casualties were inevitable, no one knew if they could truly achieve immortality. But the people in their race had absurdly long lives. It was said their current Great Elder had lived for over five thousand cosmic years.

Naturally, no one knew if this was true, and most didnʼt really believe it, thinking there must be some intentional exaggeration by the Gurui Star Race. But even if not five thousand, probably three or four thousand years—a lifespan terrifyingly unimaginable even for the Cosmic races.

The longer one lived, the more one knew, the richer the experiences, the more expertise one had, the more resources one controlled, and naturally, the higher oneʼs strength.

Even a mediocre talent, after thousands of years of accumulation and practice, would undoubtedly become a great master.

Therefore, despite having extremely low fertility and a very small population, the Gurui Star Race firmly held a position as a major race, even steadily advancing towards super race status. What they relied on was their individual strength, which far surpassed other races.

Their longest-lived Great Elderʼs personal combat power was recognised as one of the strongest in the entire Cosmic races. The others in that category were all leader-level figures of the major alliances.

He knew more than others. She knew that the Gurui Star Raceʼs Sacred Tree bore fruit with great difficulty, basically only once every few hundred cosmic years. Each time, it yielded a dozen or so at most, a few at least. This was also a factor limiting the Gurui Star Raceʼs ability to produce powerful individuals.

Ye Zhongming took a deep breath. First, he whispered to He, ”The future path is your own choice.”

Then he took a few steps forward. He intended to understand the prowess of this powerful race, even though... he knew he would lose.

But just then, the sound of footsteps came from the side, rapidly approaching. From the sound, there seemed to be over ten lives.

The three Gurui Star warriors didnʼt dare act rashly, as the situation was unclear.

Soon, the sources of the sounds appeared. They were actually multiple novices.

The leader was someone Ye Zhongming knew: Ji Ruiguang, the leader of the Resistance Zone!

”It seems Iʼm not too late.” Ji Ruiguang, at this moment, was covered in blood, the stench not yet dispersed, clearly having just experienced an intense battle.

”You are...” Ye Zhongming wasnʼt sure of this personʼs intention.

”Our plan isnʼt finished yet. You, as the core figure, certainly canʼt have anything happen to you. So... Iʼm here to help you kill these three guys!”

Hearing this, the three Gurui Star warriors all changed expressions.

The expression was complex: some concern, some disdain, some disbelief.

Indeed, who gave these novices, who hadnʼt even left the novice battlefield, the confidence to challenge the three of them? Didnʼt they know the vast gap between a mature warrior and these novices?

The Fureila of these guys was probably around a thousand at most, right?

But these novices had numbers. Including Ye Zhongming and He, there were exactly fifteen, while there were only three of them. They would likely win in a fight, but not without sustaining injuries. The three Gurui Star members were still slightly worried.