DreamersGN Chapter 146 I, Ye Feng, am rich!
Chapter 146 I, Ye Feng, am rich!
Ye Feng was hovering in mid-air, preparing to leave, when suddenly his gaze sharpened.
He saw something.
A silver-white hand emerged from the ruins.
A silver ring was worn on the index finger of that hand.
A silver gemstone is also set on the face of the ring.
"A spatial ring?!"
Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and he grinned, unable to suppress his smile.
"Haha! I'm rich!"
He forced a laugh as he slipped the ring off his finger.
This ring is larger and more exquisitely crafted than the one from Demon Flame.
You can tell at a glance that the space is quite large.
"It's no wonder I, Old Li, am rich!" Ye Feng couldn't help but shout out.
He recited all the classic TV lines from his previous life.
He held the ring in his palm.
"Go! Break it!"
Mental energy surged forth like a tide, probing into the inside of the ring.
The ring bears the spiritual imprint left by Silver Moon, the imprint of a half-step eighth-tier martial god.
If he hadn't just added points, breaking this mark would have been quite a challenge.
But now, his compressed mental power is as high as 1.5 million, which is comparable to the mental power of a mid-stage Martial God.
This is much better than Silvermoon at its peak.
What does the spiritual imprint of a dead person matter?
His mental energy transformed into a sharp knife, and in a few strokes, he shattered the brand into dust.
The seal on the ring was broken, and its internal space was exposed to Ye Feng's mental perception.
Ye Feng was then completely stunned.
The internal space of this spatial ring is several times larger than that of the Demon Flame ring.
It was packed full and neatly arranged.
Boxes of energy crystals were stacked higher than a person.
The rows of mechs were arranged in an orderly manner.
The most eye-catching thing is something floating in the very center of the ring space.
A silver-white warship.
It is 30 meters long and 7 or 8 meters wide.
The streamlined hull looked exceptionally beautiful inside the space ring.
Its design is even more exquisite than the Silver Moon's command ship, with smooth lines, like a work of art.
"Holy crap! Is that a warship? It's fucking gorgeous!"
Ye Feng's mental energy swept over the warship, and the system's notification sounded almost simultaneously.
[Ding! Host, this is a super single-person battleship of the Machine Race!]
Its power is no less than that of the command ship you just cleaved in two!
Ye Feng's eyes widened.
This 30-meter-long "small" warship has firepower equivalent to Silvermoon's 1,000-meter-long command ship.
That command ship's main gun is capable of blasting a city apart with a single shot, boasting a power of up to 200 million units of health.
Does this tiny ship have that kind of power?
"Haha!" Ye Feng laughed out loud.
"This Silver Moon is a truly good comrade, comparable to the bald-headed transport captain!"
Demon Flame gave him a spatial ring, and Silver Moon gave him an even bigger one.
Demon Flame gave them spirit fruits, holy artifacts, and equipment from the Heavenly Demon Clan.
The silver moon was directly given to the warship.
"Thanks to the top donor for the carnival!"
These foreign tribes were all incredibly polite.
Each one is more generous than the last.
They traveled a long way to deliver equipment, resources, and kill points to him.
People from other races are all "good comrades"!
I, Ye Feng, owe my success entirely to these selfless and good comrades.
With the system's help, Ye Feng began to carefully inventory the contents of the Silver Moon Ring.
His gaze fell on the three complete production lines next to the warship.
Each production line is about fifty meters long and ten meters wide, consisting of dozens of precision machines connected in series.
From raw material processing to finished product assembly, everything is automated.
Raw materials go in from one end, and finished products come out from the other end.
Ye Feng stopped in front of the three production lines and recognized one of them.
Production line for the 1130 close-in weapon system war dummy.
He had seen the finished product on the transport ship.
Those are automatic defense weapons that can be installed on city walls.
It has an extremely high rate of fire and its power is comparable to a full-force attack from a sixth-tier expert.
[Ding! This is the production line for the Mech Race's "Vulcan" series close-in weapon system!]
[The finished product has a firing rate of 100 rounds per minute, and the power of a single shot is equivalent to a full-force attack from a level 6 early-stage martial artist!]
[Can be used for city wall defense, and is extremely effective against large-scale enemy charges!]
Ye Feng's grin widened even further.
One hundred shots per minute, each shot is equivalent to a full-force attack from the early stage of a sixth-tier character.
Even a seventh-tier Martial Venerable would have to kneel before him.
He hadn't seen the other two production lines before, but he was familiar with the system.
[Ding! This is the production line for the Mech Race's "Fortress" series of mobile war fortresses!]
[Ding! The completed product occupies several hundred square meters after unfolding, and comes with its own energy shield and firepower system. The shield's defensive power is equivalent to the full defense of a mid-stage seventh-tier Venerable, and the main cannon's power is equivalent to a full-force attack from a late-stage sixth-tier!]
[Ding! This is the production line for the Mech Race's "God of War" series of single-soldier mechs!]
[The finished product is approximately three meters tall, with a fully enclosed cockpit, equipped with energy weapons and a spirit array defense system. It boasts extremely high mobility, and a single unit's combat power is equivalent to a late-stage sixth-tier martial artist!]
Ye Feng shifted his gaze from the production line to the finished products next to it.
There are twenty mobile war fortresses in the "Bastion" series.
When folded, it is only the size of a shipping container; when unfolded, it is a mobile fortress covering hundreds of square meters.
There are thirty Vulcan series close-in weapon systems.
Each cannon consists of six cannon barrels and can be mounted on the city wall.
Automatic tracking, automatic aiming, automatic firing.
There are also fifty "God of War" series single-soldier mechs.
The three-meter-tall humanoid mecha has a silver-white shell and thrusters on its back for short-distance flight.
The cockpit can accommodate one person, and the pilot connects to the mech through mental energy.
Controlling a mecha is like controlling your own body.
His combat strength is equivalent to that of a late-stage sixth-tier martial artist.
Besides these weapons of war, the ring also contained a large amount of cultivation supplies.
The "Blood Essence Pills" that increase blood and qi are piled up.
There were hundreds of jade boxes.
There are ten pieces in each jade box.
There are also thousands of bottles of "Soul Essence Liquid" that increases mental strength.
"These are all great things! My new army is going to be very lucky!"
Ye Feng had seen these things in Shanhe Prefecture.
Each one is a piece of high-quality stuff worth millions.
In particular, the "Soul Essence Liquid" is most popular among mental energy practitioners.
A single bottle can fetch tens of millions at auction.
Ye Feng continued reading.
There are also hundreds of thousands of bottles of "life essence" to restore injuries.
"That's almost it! With my red talent, Bloodlust, recovery potions are useless!"
"But you can sell them for money!"
The system made a rough estimate of the value.
[Ding! The total value of these drugs exceeds one trillion!]
"We're rich! We're rich!"
Ye Feng's gaze shifted from the pills to the golden treasure chests.
The treasure chest was small, but its craftsmanship was extremely exquisite.
He opened the lid of the box, and golden light poured out from it.
Yi Guo.
The golden fruits were neatly arranged in the box, each one exuding a rich Daoist aura.
This is a treasure that can help a peak fifth-tier martial artist break through to the sixth tier, and a peak sixth-tier martial artist break through to the seventh tier.
Ye Feng opened all the golden treasure chests.
There are ten in one box.
There are thirty golden chests here.
There are a total of three hundred of them.
There are only a few dozen in the Demon Flame Ring.
There are indeed hundreds of Silver Moon Rings.
Ye Feng took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement.
Then his gaze fell on the three blood-red jade boxes next to the treasure chest.
I was even more shocked when I opened it!
The Fruit of the Path!
A total of eighteen.
Each one contains the essence of the laws of heaven and earth.
A seventh-level Venerable can advance to a minor realm by consuming one of these pills.
When a peak seventh-tier expert breaks through to the eighth-tier Martial Emperor realm, using a Dao Fruit can increase the success rate of the breakthrough by 10%.
Each Dao Fruit is priceless, with no market available.
Ye Feng closed the jade box.
"Is this Silver Moon so wealthy?"
What he didn't know was.
Silvermoon is the first in line to inherit the throne of the three royal families of the Mechanical Race and is entitled to one-tenth of the family's treasures.
The items in his ring represent one-tenth of the assets accumulated by a royal family that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Ye Feng put the ring on his hand.
He raised his hand, looked at it, and smiled.
What a bumper harvest!
This trip was absolutely worth it.
Ye Feng spread his god-slaying wings and soared into the air.
Ye Feng has finished all his work.
But it was for the sake of the Machine Race Vanguard.
The entire Shanhe Prefecture was in an uproar.