Qin Feng’s train of thought was crystal clear.
He knew very well that the [Imperial Military Type III · Spiritual Barrier Module] he had bought before had excellent performance. However, the enemies he might encounter on a "Nightmare-level" mission could unleash mental contamination of an intensity and strangeness that would likely exceed the module’s defensive limits.
He never skimped when it came to matters of life and death.
Qin Feng’s mind swiftly scanned the list, finally stopping on a precision module that emitted a faint golden glow and was shaped like a miniature Holy Hall.
[Imperial Legion-Grade · Mental Barrier Module]
[Type: Power Armor Plugin/Active Mental Defense Module]
[Effect: Upon activation, generates a Defense Field that can effectively resist, analyze, and neutralize all mental shocks, soul contamination, mind distortions, and illusion-type attacks with a Mental Power intensity below 30. The module contains an embedded micro Spiritual Furnace, allowing it to recharge autonomously.]
[Exchange Price: 30,000 Contribution Points.]
Thirty thousand Contribution Points!
’Exchange.’
With his mental confirmation, a huge chunk of the Contribution Points in his personal account vanished in an instant.
Next, his gaze fell upon another seemingly inconspicuous piece of support gear.
[Military-Grade Portable · Spatial Anchor Stabilization Device]
[Type: Tactical Assistance Item/Disposable Consumable]
[Effect: When strong Energy Fields (such as WAAAGH! fields, Chaos Subspace Storms, High Complexity and High Intensity Spiritual-Psychic Fields, etc.) interfere with and obstruct Subspace Teleportation, this device can be activated. It will instantly release a high-frequency stabilizing wave, forcibly opening an absolutely stable ’teleportation window’ in the target area for 0.5 seconds.]
[Exchange Price: 12,000 Contribution Points.]
A trace of recollection flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes.
He could never forget the mission to clear out the greenskins. The omnipresent, nonsensical WAAAGH! field had blocked his squad’s teleportation route. They were ultimately trapped in a hopeless situation—out of ammo, out of supplies, and facing certain death.
If they had this device back then, even if it only stabilized things for a moment, they would have had enough time to activate the emergency Teleportation Beacon and leave safely, instead of having to wait for Senior Sun Chan Hall to rescue them, descending like a divine weapon.
You live and learn.
In missions of life and death, any trump card that boosted one’s chances of survival was worth any price.
’Exchange.’
He confirmed it again.
With his two most critical life-saving trump cards secured, Qin Feng wasn’t finished.
He then spent nearly another 20,000 Contribution Points. He bought a large quantity of "Purification Bombs" specifically designed to counter Chaos Energy, several Combat Stimulants that could instantly boost his neural response speed, and enough military-grade stamina injections to sustain him through months of high-intensity battle.
When his preparations were complete, Qin Feng’s personal assets had once again been drastically reduced.
But what he gained in return was a far greater sense of confidence in facing the "Nightmare-level" mission.
With a single thought, he summoned his black power armor. The suit had already been repaired to pristine condition by its intelligent system and fine-tuned to his latest biometrics.
HUMMM...
Qin Feng deftly slotted the new [Imperial Legion-Grade · Mental Barrier Module] into the recess on the chest plate.
The golden module connected perfectly with the power armor’s energy core. An Energy Field, invisible to the naked eye and filled with a sense of majesty and Order, instantly enveloped his entire body.
He nodded in satisfaction. Then, amid a series of crisp mechanical clicks and the hiss of airtight seals, he enclosed himself within the cold, steel fortress.
The heavy "Koi’s Ascension" Long Spear was firmly fixed to his back by a magnetic matrix, the shaft of the spear fitting snugly against the power armor’s spinal plating.
His utility belt was laden with a Standard Bomb Gun, Holy Water Purification Bombs, high-explosive grenades, and spare magazines, each positioned for the easiest access.
At this moment, Qin Feng was no longer a mere Martial Artist.
He was an iron god, armed to the teeth and born for war and slaughter. He was, in every sense of the word, a walking, humanoid weapon of war.
"Qin Feng, ready."
At almost the exact same moment, confirmation messages from Dragon Jade, Nissan, and Ning Jing lit up in succession.
"Dragon Jade, ready."
"Nissan, ready."
"Ning Jing, ready."
In their respective preparation zones, four top-tier experts, equally heavily armed and with auras as profound as the ocean, raised their heads in unison.
Their eyes all held the same look: grim determination, cold composure, and a thirst for the bloody battle to come.
"Invitation sent."
Dragon Jade’s voice crackled over the channel.
"Target: Lost Star Realm, the ’Crying Cradle’ outer jump point."
"Move out!"
A teleportation invite, pulsating with spatial energy, appeared before all four of them simultaneously.
Without a moment’s hesitation, they all accepted.
The next second, a dazzling, distorted light flared into existence, then was instantly annihilated.
Four powerful auras disappeared without a trace from within Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University.
...
At the very same moment Qin Feng and his team vanished, inside the strategic conference room at the Fearless Warband headquarters—the seat of the Warband’s highest authority—a dozen-odd figures sat quietly around a massive, circular conference table.
Each one of them exuded an aura as blazing and immense as a star.
These people were the true Stabilizing Needles of the Fearless Warband: the Ninth-level Martial Artists.
And at the head of the table, Battle Commander Feng Zhiyu sat with his eyes closed, resting.
He suddenly opened his eyes.