As soon as all the players saw the task posted by Lin Qi, whether they were players in Red Moon City, players hunting monsters in the Wraith Mountain Range, or players exploring the First Domain City in the restricted area, they were all in an uproar.
"This ti, in addition to Energy Blood Essence, there are actually Contribution and rit rewards. Hurry over there, we can’t let those big teams kill all the Celestial-level Insect Races."
"Bro, stop fighting that Catastrophe Level monster, let’s quickly suicide and respawn at the Frost Shelter. If we’re late, the mission might be gone!"
In no ti, the entire player base, especially those in the Blood Coagulation Realm, abandoned their current tasks. They either rushed to the Frost Shelter imdiately or suicided to respawn there, fearing that they would miss out on this team mission.
Above the Frost Shelter.
A Cosmic Battleship, over ten kiloters long, bearing the Baroque flag, slowly floated about twenty kiloters from the Frost Shelter. Large groups of Insect Race warriors were thodically flying out from the battleship, assembling around it, numbering two hundred thousand.
Following the Insect Race warriors’ deploynt, one by one, captains and regintal captains positioned themselves on the deck of the Cosmic Battleship, numbering over four hundred.
Within the Insect Race, typically, reaching the Initial Tier of the Celestial Human Realm was enough to beco a legion captain, but in the Baroque-led corps, the positions were highly competitive, requiring a Middle Tier in the Celestial Human Realm just to qualify as a captain.
For what used to suffice with Middle Tier for regintal captain was upgraded to require High Tier in Baroque’s corps.
Over four hundred Grandmasters above the Middle Tier of the Celestial Human Realm stood in neat rows. Each wore a solemn expression, and as their Qi and Blood surged simultaneously, even Martial Artists within the energy barrier-protected Frost Shelter could clearly feel the pressure, making it difficult to breathe.
Underneath this power, three figures erged from the Cosmic Battleship—these were Baroque and two deputy regintal commanders. Their appearance imdiately silenced the crowd, with Qi and Blood freezing as if solidified, rendering the Insect Race’s warriors montarily immobile.
"How’s the shelter’s statistics? How many second-class and superior individuals?" Baroque asked indifferently to a deputy regintal commander beside him, looking down at the Frost Shelter.
For them as corps leaders, capturing any number of people ant nothing; only those above the second-class warranted Contribution.
The imperial country so stipulated because too many could be parasitized by the Warrior Level, which the imperial country wasn’t lacking. Only those rated second-class, with future achievents at least as captains, caught the eye of those of noble blood, sparking bidding wars.
Those destined to beco at least regintal captains as superior individuals would be in high demand.
And the top-grade, those who could beco corps leaders in the future, were sought after by Divine Fusion Realm bigwigs’ offspring.
They, as part of the legion under the Prison Dragon Star Lord’s command, had to create value for the Prison Dragon Star Lord and could only obtain Contribution by capturing those above second-class.
The various major shelters in the restricted area had been nurtured for over a hundred years, and each was flourishing.
Normally, in the harsh environnt of the Four Domains, a yearly output of second-class individuals was only about two hundred, superior ones fewer than ten, and top-grade ones scarcely appeared once in a decade. Yet in the major shelters of the restricted area, due to a century of growth and improvent, typically there were at least five to six thousand second-class, so two hundred superior, and two or three top-grade individuals.
According to regulations, they could capture half, allowing the shelters to continue existing within the restricted area. Even so, one capture would equal over ten years of previous Contribution, which was why all major corps commanders contested intensely for it.
However, Baroque held little expectation for the current Frost Shelter.
Not to ntion it had already been raided by Gus Ang, and given Gus Ang’s selfish nature, if there were such imnse Contribution to be had, he would keep it for himself, certainly not generously yielding it.
But after Baroque asked for a while, the deputy regintal commander, whose entire body was entwined with blue vines, remained unresponsive, as if frozen.
"Yelo! Exactly how much is left?" Baroque snorted softly, looking at the deputy regintal commander in such a state, and asked impatiently.
To secure the Contribution of this shelter, he had spent three years’ savings to rent the Land of Life for a month. If the Frost Shelter turned out unprofitable, he would suffer a significant loss.
Deputy regintal commander Yelo, returning to his senses, nervously replied, "Lord Baroque, I suspect the detection equipnt on the battleship is malfunctioning. Currently... currently, there are 65,964 second-class, 948 superior, and 11 top-grade individuals, and the numbers of all three are still increasing..."
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