Free Web NovelChapter 2309: Chapter 2311: Unknown Matters
Feng Jun could tell that the pilot of the second mecha was clearly a seasoned veteran; he handled everything without any problem.
If that mantis kept charging forward, there was a very high chance it would get hit by that shot.
What he didn’t expect was that this mantis was too impatient. It had just slipped past this mecha when it turned to look at another one, its attitude blatantly saying: I can take on ten of you... you’re all trash!
However, just as it was about to change direction, its brain suddenly buzzed, its body jerked, and it paused for a brief moment.
In that single pause, the plasma cannon shell slammed heavily into it, and its back instantly turned pitch-black and charred.
Only then did Feng Jun frown slightly, belatedly muttering under his breath, "Plasma cannon, huh?"
The plasma cannon’s lethality against the mantis wasn’t as great as one might imagine, but the high temperature wrecked the mantis’s nervous system. Once its movements slowed down, it naturally got focused down by everyone’s concentrated fire and was quickly taken out.
The way it died didn’t attract the attention of the Human Race, but that Blue Light Moth Golden Core sensed something off. It glanced around and thought to itself that there was actually a brainwave weapon hidden here. Luckily, I was cautious enough not to show myself.
In this world, the Human Race’s use of Divine Sense was purely forced out of them by the Insect Race. Some Martial Cultivators also emphasized tempering the spirit and hiding their thoughts in the sea of consciousness, but that was just a tiny minority of people doing niche research.
Until the Insect Race appeared and tried to use Divine Sense to control humans, turning them into faith-based downstream nodes, while also serving as a food source.
Such humiliation was something the Human Race naturally couldn’t tolerate, so research into Divine Sense became a key subject for humans, and Martial Artists who had cultivated Divine Sense actively cooperated with it.
It didn’t take long before Divine Sense jammers appeared, followed by Divine Sense snipers, and later on... the Human Race could even use Divine Sense generators to communicate with the Insect Race on the level of Divine Sense.
However, no matter how you put it, Divine Sense equipment was still not very common. Equipping such weapons in a small town like this would be an enormous waste of resources, so there really weren’t any brainwave weapons here.
After focus-firing one mantis, the remaining three mantises also stopped destroying buildings and turned to pounce at the mechas.
Feng Jun used the same trick again, launching another Divine Sense Attack at one of the mantises.
This strike wasn’t very strong either, but it caused that mantis to stiffen up again. This time, the old veteran didn’t hesitate in the slightest; he flicked his hand and fired another plasma cannon shot, shouting at the same time, "Focus fire, watch your dodging!"
Feng Jun couldn’t understand what he was saying, but that didn’t stop him from unleashing a third Divine Sense Attack.
When the third mantis went down as well, everyone had already guessed the truth, and the fourth mantis turned around and bolted.
The Blue Light Moth did not retreat. That Golden Core remained hidden in the dark, still searching everywhere for the brainwave weapon that had launched the attacks.
It wasn’t actually that afraid of brainwave weapons, because such weapons were usually not very powerful. The fact that it had just managed to make a Mantis at the Emergence Stage pause for a split second was probably already its upper limit. As for a brainwave weapon strong enough to put it on the back foot? At the very least, that would have to be deployed in the capital!
But compared to the clearly perceptible launch position of such weapons in the past, today this brainwave weapon was hiding much better.
The Human Race side was the same. Four mecha reservists rushed forward, firing bullets at the Blue Light Moth. But although the Blue Light Moth looked frail, it could fly, and it wasn’t easy to hit.
Two other mechas stayed on alert in the surroundings, and only that old veteran from earlier snapped a military salute. "Many thanks, Inspector, for your righteous assistance. Might we have the honor of meeting?"
Feng Jun didn’t understand a word he said. In fact, all his attention was on the mantis that had run away—if this thing wasn’t dealt with, leaving it in the Human Race world could still result in several tragedies.
He had left an extremely faint mark of Divine Sense on the mantis, which would easily dissipate. Even a Nascent Soul Bug Race cultivator might not be able to notice it, and its duration was only six hours. He hoped he could find the target as quickly as possible.
In reality, the mantis hadn’t escaped very far—just into a forest a little over a hundred li away. It did have a bit of natural camouflage, though.
Feng Jun silently Teleported over, grabbed it in one hand, and dragged it into the Earth Realm.
A mere Emergence Stage bug died in an instant. He put the mantis into a Storage Talisman. "This thing is still worth letting everyone have a taste of."
Then he entered the Insect World again, and with one Teleport he appeared at the edge of the small town, where the battle was still ongoing.
Feng Jun’s comings and goings did stir up a faint spatial fluctuation, but ordinary Golden Cores basically couldn’t sense it. That Blue Light Moth Golden Core was even less qualified; it was still cautiously searching.
The next moment, though, someone qualified finally appeared. Yi Jue greeted him with her Divine Sense, "I’m twenty li behind you. For such a small-scale skirmish, what are you watching it for?"
"There’s still a Blue Light Moth Golden Core hiding," Feng Jun had no intention of letting her underestimate him. "I want to see what it plans to do."
"That kind of curiosity is unnecessary," Yi Jue flashed to his side already. "Since it’s hiding, all the better to quietly take it out. I love killing that kind of idiot the most."
"Then you kill it," Feng Jun answered carelessly. "I don’t have the ability to kill it without making a sound."
For a man, admitting he’s not capable is actually pretty humiliating, but in front of Yi Jue, he really wasn’t afraid to admit it.
Yi Jue didn’t stand on ceremony with him either; her figure flickered directly, space rippled where the Blue Light Moth Golden Core was hiding, and the moth had already vanished. Anyone not watching closely wouldn’t notice even the faintest flash of light there.
However, Feng Jun had been staring at that spot, so he still vaguely saw a blur of a human figure—it was just way too fast.
He didn’t feel much amazement, instead he shook his head slightly: this tiny difference here should be the real gap between Yi Jue and those two True Sages, right?
But these few Blue Light Moths seemed to have some kind of link with the Blue Light Moth Golden Core. The moment the Golden Core disappeared, the moths flapped their wings and bolted around like crazy, too busy to attack the houses below.
Yet at the same time, they didn’t dare to fly away, apparently also worried about punishment from the Golden Core.
"What a hassle," Yi Jue flicked her wrist, pulled out a big piece of hardware that looked like an anti-materiel rifle, snapped off three shots in a row, then wrapped her horsetail whisk around Feng Jun’s waist. "Let’s go!"
The next moment, the two of them reappeared a hundred li away.
Feng Jun looked at her beside him—a beauty in palace robes holding a giant anti-materiel rifle—and no matter how he looked at it, the whole image felt a bit off.
Meanwhile, back in the small town, the Mecha saluted again. "Many thanks for your continued support, Inspector. In view of your use of a Momentum Laser Gun, the wound is impossible to imitate. We need to report your serial number to our superiors, we ask for your understanding."
"...Inspector? Inspector???"
At this moment, Yi Jue was also explaining to Feng Jun, "This is called a Momentum Laser Gun. I picked it up on the eighth Mining Star."
"Hold on a second," Feng Jun waved a hand. "I have a ton of questions to ask... you’ve been to the eighth planet?"
"I have," Yi Jue nodded. "We built Transmission Arrays on all four planets, but they’re all locked with a Sect Seal... that’s to prevent the Insect Race from discovering them."
"Got it," Feng Jun nodded. He finally understood why the two True Sages hadn’t discussed Transmission Arrays with him at all.
The Sect Seal was basically a Sect feature code. Roughly speaking, the four Transmission Arrays were four secret chambers that could only be entered with the Sect Seal. Even if the Insect Race discovered the chambers, they would have no choice but to force them open.
Leaving the chambers was the same; it also required the Sect feature code. So everyone entering and leaving the chambers could clearly be tracked—who used the Transmission Array and when. This not only prevented outsiders from using it casually, it also made it easy to look up any related situation.
Did Feng Jun have a Sect Seal or not? He could actually design one independently, but doing so would easily expose his background. And he’d always been evasive about his Sect’s origins; in others’ eyes, that meant he didn’t want to reveal anything.
So if anyone asked him for a Sect Seal, that would be probing his roots. Plus, with his own Teleportation ability, using a Transmission Array was a bit pointless anyway—how many times had he even used a Transmission Array in Tianqin? fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Precisely because of this, others needed to add Sect Seals, whereas he had no need to understand the Transmission Arrays.
The two True Sages had probably been too lazy to waste words on him, so they simply said nothing. If he could figure it out, he would eventually figure it out. If he couldn’t, True Sages weren’t free enough to do Q&A for a Golden Core—someone else would take over that job.
Once he understood this, Feng Jun wasn’t angry at all; instead he felt a bit pleased. "I knew it. Since we have a means of teleportation, not using it on these four planets would be a real waste. Besides... it saves you from having to come to me for transport every time."
Yi Jue wasn’t surprised that he didn’t care about the Transmission Arrays. Instead she added, "This world actually has its own teleportation technology too. They call it space jump, and talk about curvature or something. I don’t really get it either."
That was when Feng Jun remembered. "I still have questions. How do you know so many of their terms? Have you fully cracked the language of this world?"
Last time, True Sage Diao Suo had gotten some light-signal data and managed to decode part of the language. Feng Jun hadn’t been interested in pushing the deciphering further, but from the look of Yi Jue now, she’d clearly cracked almost all of it.
In fact, Yi Jue had done more than he’d expected. "I didn’t just crack the language, I’ve learned quite a bit of their tech-side stuff too. Like this weapon I’m holding now—the power is pretty average, but it’s convenient for us to disguise our identities, and it doesn’t consume Spiritual Energy."
So she’d soul-searched quite a few people again, huh? Feng Jun felt a bit too tired to complain. But some souls were doomed to vanish anyway, so this could be called putting them to use. "Next time I run into someone on the verge of death, I’ll think about soul-searching them too. Not sharing a language is really frustrating."
"Here," Yi Jue tossed him a piece of Obsidian. "The language of this world is inside."
Feng Jun picked it up and swept it with his Divine Sense, then froze. It wasn’t recorded in text, but as a massive stream of information that surged into his sea of consciousness in an instant.
He sensed it for a while, then looked up at Yi Jue. "Thank you, Immortal Yi Jue."
He had to thank her, because besides language knowledge, there was also quite a bit of tech-side knowledge inside.
