142: Chapter 142 Black Iron Star

"Hummmmmmm!"

Accompanied by a violent distortion of space, the ancient teleportation array of the Bronze Temple erupted with a blinding pillar of light, piercing through the fog of the Burial Ground of the Gods and forcibly "spitting" Lin Yuan and his group out to the other end of the endless starry sky.

Bang!

"Cough, cough, cough... This damn teleportation array, its landing buffer system must have been broken for ten million years."

Dragon Battle climbed up from the ground and brushed the dust off his body.

At this moment, with the integration of the Ancient War Beast Totem, his original liquid metal battle armor had completely fused with his flesh and bones.

His physique had grown to 2.2 meters, and with every movement, that sense of oppression belonging to an ancient ferocious beast almost overflowed from his body.

Lin Yuan also stood up and took a deep breath.

He looked around, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Outside the atmosphere above them, several huge interstellar space stations were floating, and from time to time, scrapped parts trailing tails of flame fell onto the ground.

And beneath their feet was an endless expanse of yellow sand that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Amidst the yellow sand, scattered everywhere were massive slums built from the wrecks of abandoned warships, the bones of exotic beasts, and rusted shipping containers.

There were no patrolling law enforcement officers on the streets, only interstellar pirates and desperadoes with undisguised murderous intent, as well as scavengers reeking of stench.

Filthy. Chaotic.

This was the most notorious lawless land in the middle section of the Starry Sky Ancient Road — the Chaotic Star Sea, Black Iron Star!

"It seems the Bronze Temple's teleportation array is randomly calibrated, throwing us directly into the 'no-man's-land' of the Hundred Cities Alliance."

Ancient Sword Soul scanned his surroundings, his gaze as sharp as the Heaven-Cutting Sword Intent between his brows.

He could feel that in the mere few minutes since they landed, no fewer than dozens of greedy gazes from the dark corners around them had already locked onto them.

Here, there were no rules, no laws.

Murder and looting were the only passports here.

"Since it's a lawless land, that makes things easier; at least we don't have to worry about the Cult of the Machine God's interstellar fleet tracking us down immediately."

Lin Yuan brushed the dust off his body, preparing to call everyone to find a place to stay first and, by the way, gather some intelligence about this planet.

However, the moment he took his first step.

Hum!

"Hmm?"

Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he quickly reached into his bosom.

That was the supreme commander's token he had obtained during the Bronze Temple trial — the God-Demon Star Map Tiger Tally!

This originally simple and unadorned bronze tiger tally was now emitting a faint dark red light.

Following the direction of the tiger tally's vibration, Lin Yuan turned his head abruptly, his gaze piercing through the sky full of yellow sand, looking toward the largest and noisiest open-air market in the center of the distant slums.

【Ding! System prompt!】

【The God-Demon Star Map Tiger Tally is resonating strongly!】

【Coordinates locked: Five kilometers ahead, remnants of the 'God-Demon Old Guard' bloodline detected!】

Seeing the system prompt pop up on his retina, Lin Yuan's breathing instantly became a bit heavier.

The God-Demon Old Guard!

The invincible legion that, according to ancient murals, followed the Ancient God-Demon to fight against the myriad races of the universe, building a defensive line with their flesh and blood?!

Not only did they not perish in the apocalyptic war of the Twilight of the Gods, but there were actually bloodline descendants surviving to this day?!

And right here on this chaotic, abandoned mining planet?!

"Captain, what's wrong?" Seeing the change in Lin Yuan's expression, Dragon Battle immediately stepped forward.

"Let's go."

"To the market ahead."

"It seems our old subordinates are somewhere nearby."

Black Iron Star · Underground Black Market Slave Camp.

This was the largest slave trading center and miner distribution hub on the entire Black Iron Star.

"Snap!!!"

"Move faster! You lowly trash! If you don't finish mining ten tons of Black Crystal Ore today, I'll skin you all and make boots out of your hides!"

Outside the iron cages, several Four-Armed Snake-Men overseers, who were less than 1.6 meters tall with thick snake tails for their lower bodies and four arms on their upper bodies, were brandishing electromagnetic whips with grimacing smiles on their faces.

These were one of the local bullies of Black Iron Star and also the most brutal foremen in this mining area.

And in front of them, tethered by their necks with thick alloy chains and driven like livestock, was a group of extremely special slaves.

These slaves were extremely large in size.

Even the thinnest among them was over three meters tall!

Their skin was a granite-like cyan color, and their muscle contours were extremely exaggerated, clearly possessing innate, formidable physical strength.

However, what made people feel sad was that these giants, who should have been warriors of the starry sky, were now all skin and bones, with their ribs clearly visible.

There was no light in their eyes, only the extreme numbness left behind after long-term enslavement and torture.

Even more bizarre was that, despite possessing such massive bodies, not a trace of True Qi or spiritual energy fluctuation could be felt within them.

Snap!

Another vicious lash of the electric whip.

A teenager who was walking at the very back and looked only in his teens stumbled and fell heavily to the ground due to exhaustion.

The heavy shackles had worn his ankles down to the bone.

"You little beast! You dare to slack off?!"

A flash of cruelty crossed the Four-Armed Snake-Man overseer's eyes as he gripped the high-voltage electric whip with all four hands and ruthlessly lashed down at the teenager's head!

"Stop!!"

A senior giant slave nearby saw this and let out a desperate roar, throwing himself forward regardless of the consequences, using his broad back to protect the teenager tightly.

Sizzle—!

High-voltage electric arcs instantly tore through the giant's back, splitting skin and flesh, and a burnt smell permeated the air.

The giant groaned, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth tightly without making a sound.

"Oh? Still trying to protect your young?"

The Four-Armed Snake-Man overseer sneered, and instead of stopping, he stepped on the giant's head.

"A bunch of 'Inferior Bloodline Race' abandoned by the laws of the universe at birth!"

"You grew big bodies for nothing, yet you can't even condense a single bit of True Qi! You're naturally useless! Aside from having some strength, you only deserve to be rats in the lowest mining pits!"

"I bought you back to mine, not to act out melodramas here!"

"Beat them! Beat them hard! If they die, so be it. Anyway, this kind of lowly Inferior Bloodline Race can be bought by the dozen in the slave market for a few low-grade Source Stones!"

The surrounding Four-Armed Snake-Man overseers burst into laughter, raising their electric whips one after another, ready to strike at the giant and the teenager who were depending on each other for survival.

And the passing alien pirates and mercenaries were already accustomed to this scene, some even stopping to point and watch the spectacle.

"Hum—"

A mental pressure that made everyone present stop their hearts in their tracks, like ten-thousand-year-old ice, instantly enveloped the entire slave plaza.

On the outskirts of the crowd, the yellow sand was blown away by a gust of wind.