Chapter 677: Betting Channels About to Close

Bode Star System, Fengqi Star Alliance Entertainment Plaza, Arena 40.

A massive planetary projection—Xiuluo Holy Star—floated in the center of the arena.

At this moment, on the surface of this virtual star, the region symbolizing the Demon Territory was being violently assaulted from two different directions by two surging "tides."

On the viewing platforms suspended around the arena, cosmic creatures of all shapes and forms held their breath, countless compound eyes, light-sensitive organs, or energy tentacles locked firmly onto the projection.

"The Demons are in for it now. Being targeted by the Cyberk is terrifying enough, but to have the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous kick them while they're down!"

"The Xiuluo Holy Indigenous! Those green Super Soldiers! They really have brought us too many surprises!"

"Especially that man who looks like a mountain! He is an army all by himself! Even the Demon Generals haven't lasted a single round in his hands!"

"Damn! The Demons are finished! Pincer attack! How can they withstand this?"

"My Bode Coins! I bet on the Demons to make the top two! How could those Xiuluo Holy Indigenous possibly have become this strong!"

"Shut up, you idiot! Look at those odds! I told you the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous had a chance! The strength of the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous now is no simple matter!"

"The Cyberk are as steady as ever; their tactical efficiency is too high! The Demons' chaos is nothing but a sieve of vulnerabilities before them!"

The viewing platforms erupted in chaos.

The gamblers who bet on the Demons looked ashen—if they possessed structures resembling faces—while those who bet on the Humans or the Cyberk were ecstatic, their various exotic vocal organs emitting excited hisses, hums, or energy fluctuations.

Inside a luxury box, Cidangli from Jiada Xing shook the energy drink in his hand, his four bone spurs trembling with delight.

"Brilliant! Simply brilliant! The counterattack of the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous, the absolute rationality of the Cyberk! This double-purification show is worth the price of admission! It looks like my Bode Coins are about to double!"

He looked toward the bone-spurred attendant standing to the side.

"Record all combat data of the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous, their fighting methods, legion composition... they are well worth studying."

Not far away, a one-eyed man—the dark-skinned, one-eyed Tailong—was also staring fixedly at the projection.

His single reddish eye held complex emotions; there was the annoyance of losing money, but also a tremor of shock at the strength displayed by the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous.

"Hmph... consider yourselves lucky."

He muttered under his breath, yet his gaze could not move away from the invincible figure of Vulkan.

The six eyes on Fenika's oval head spun frantically, appearing restless and uneasy.

"Cyberk! Cyberk! You must win!"

He tapped his four arms irritably against the alloy table in front of him.

He had placed a heavy bet on the Cyberk to win the championship and had thought victory was in the bag, but the sight of the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous crushing the Demons with such destructive force made him feel intense anxiety.

"Fengqi Star Alliance! You had better ensure fairness! That indigenous... that indigenous is freakishly strong! Is there something wrong with the suppressors?!"

He roared at the air, his voice echoing through the box and drawing disdainful looks from nearby spectators.

In an inconspicuous corner, several members of the Saikeshan Frost Clan, their bodies covered in fine ice crystals, watched the projection in silence.

When the combat footage of the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous appeared, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the leader.

"It is these low-level lifeforms that slaughtered our bloodline."

Cold hatred, almost manifesting as physical frost, permeated the surroundings.

"Notify the home planet: target confirmed. Regardless of the game's outcome, this Xiuluo Holy Indigenous must pay the price for offending the dignity of the Frost."

"Yes!"

A fat, multi-tentacled Star Interstellar Merchant was shouting into a Communication Device, spittle flying.

"Yes! Right now! Sweep up all the derivative shares for the 'Xiuluo Holy Indigenous' for me immediately! Buy as much as you can! Did you see the strength of that Xiuluo Holy Indigenous? Those Cyberk metal-heads have met a tough nut to crack! This is the perfect time to buy the dip! We're betting on that 'unpredictable' edge!"

From the other end of the Communication Device came a hesitant voice.

"Boss, wouldn't that be too risky? This is..."

"Shut up! Do as I say!"

"Yes! Boss!"

A creature that looked like a pile of weathered rocks let out a dull, stone-grinding laugh.

"Hehehe... Fenisi, that girl, she's playing a fine game with these odds.

The Demons are merely an appetizer; this is the 'main event' she is truly betting on. The throne the Cyberk have held for eighty years—finally, someone dares to flip the table. These odds fluctuations... thrilling!"

Fengqi Star Alliance Command Ship · Guanceshi

The purple-skinned, one-eyed elder's floating mechanical arms were busy switching screens, analyzing massive amounts of data.

"Lady Fenisi, the psionic nodes of the Demon Race are being uprooted rapidly; the advancement speed on both the east and west fronts far exceeds expectations.

The Cyberk and the Xiuluo Holy Indigenous... they seem completely unaware of each other's existence, both fully committed to executing their own annihilation plans."

Fenisi stood before the massive observation window, her pale green pupils reflecting the two rapidly expanding regions on the Xiuluo Holy Star projection, a charming curve tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Unexpected, yet within reason. The Demon territory lies between them; the Black Fog and chaotic Mouneng interfere with their perception. However..."

Her fingertips tapped lightly against the Control Console, her tone soft.

"When these two strongest forces smash through the Demons' final line of defense and suddenly come face-to-face... that will be the most brilliant and valuable moment of this game."

She turned around, her tone carrying a hint of anticipation as she instructed the purple-skinned, one-eyed elder.

"Notify Arena 40 to raise the ticket prices for the core viewing area by another 30%."

"At the same time, spread the news that the betting channels are about to close. If there are any other guests who wish to participate in this game, let them hurry."

Fenisi's eyes shimmered with shrewd light. "The audience will go crazy for this suspense."

"As you command, Lady Fenisi."

The purple-skinned, one-eyed elder immediately began to operate the console.

Fenisi's order instantly submerged the entire Arena 40 in an even more fanatical wave.

The massive holographic odds table jumped frantically beside the planetary projection, each change in numbers triggering a chorus of gasps or wails.

"It's madness, pure madness! 8.5 odds for the indigenous to win?! Take a gamble, turn a starship into scrap metal! I'm betting 500 Bode Coins!"

"Play it safe! Stick with the Cyberk! 1.2 is still profit! Adding 2000!"

"15 times for a draw? How is that possible? But... what if? I'll bet 100 just for fun!"

"Hurry! The betting channel is about to close! Stop dawdling!"

Transaction requests surged toward the central processing system like a tide, and the flow speed of Bode Coin reached an unprecedented peak.

The air was permeated with greed, fanaticism, tension, and the hormones or their equivalents of those purely seeking a thrill.