127: Chapter 127 The Weaver's Debut and the Imprisonment of the Crystal Dragon

After three days of high tension, Su Chen's Mental Energy finally relaxed completely.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled every corner of his consciousness.

He broke into a heartfelt smile.

"Excellent. With you, my Zerg Swarm truly possesses immortality."

This declaration was both a word of praise and a silent command.

In the next instant, Su Chen's will crossed endless spatial dimensions, descending upon a completely different scorched earth.

The Demon Plane, Northern Front.

The pungent smell of sulfur mixed with charred stench was almost tangible.

The sky was an eternal dark red, while the ground was pitted and blackened, corroded by demon blood and Zerg acid.

A brutal meat-grinder battle had just ended here.

Victory belonged to the Zerg Swarm.

But the price was shocking.

An Ultralisk, its size comparable to a hill, was half-kneeling on the ground. Its abdomen had been torn open with a hideous gash, and dark green internal organs and tissue fluids spilled everywhere. It let out a low, pained moan, each breath bringing out a large amount of bloody foam.

Not far away, the carapaces of several Hydralisks were completely smashed and embedded in their mangled bodies. Their nerve endings were still twitching instinctively, but they had already lost any possibility of fighting again.

Looking across the battlefield, broken Zerg units were scattered everywhere.

For any commander, this was a combat loss report sufficient to cause cardiac arrest.

But Su Chen's will hovered above the battlefield. His gaze swept over the remnants of the demon army fleeing in disarray, showing not the slightest interest in pursuing them.

His gaze was cold and focused, centered on his dying kin.

These were his most precious assets.

And the best experimental subjects.

"This is the perfect testing ground."

A thought echoed in Su Chen's consciousness.

"Ysera, go."

"Let this dead world witness the 'Miracle of Life'."

"As you command, my Dominator."

Ysera's voice seemed to penetrate time and space, ringing directly through the Soul link of every Zerg Swarm unit on the battlefield.

Along with this gentle yet supremely majestic response, a golden-green pillar of light tore through the dark red sky, projecting precisely into the center of the battlefield.

The light faded.

The newly ascended Tier 9 Demigod Hero—[Life Weaver Ysera]—slowly descended.

Her massive half-human, half-snake body floated in mid-air. Her human face bore a look of compassion for all living things, yet also possessed a divine majesty that brooked no desecration.

Her hundred-meter-long snake tail was covered in golden runes composed of pure life energy. Each pulse of light made the surrounding air become warm and full of vitality.

The dark abyss seemed to be infused with a touch of holiness under her radiance.

The World Tree staff in her hand glowed brightly with the Mark of Life.

The base of the staff lightly tapped the scorched earth below.

"The rhythm of life never ceases."

Ysera sang ancient and obscure syllables, which turned into visible golden ripples that spread across the entire battlefield.

The next second.

A scalp-tingling scene occurred.

Buzz—

The entire earth seemed to come alive.

The originally dead ground, filled with rotting corpses and scorched earth, suddenly writhed violently and emitted a dull heartbeat.

Countless pink, translucent 'Active Creep Tentacles' erupted from the ground!

Their targets were incredibly precise, instantly finding every wounded Zerg Swarm unit on the battlefield and gently wrapping around them.

A tentacle wrapped around the dying Ultralisk whose abdomen had been torn open.

The moment the tentacle touched the wound, an unimaginably vast amount of life Origin was forcibly injected, both crudely and efficiently.

Sizzle—

It was the sound of cells dividing and proliferating at an exponential rate!

Before the eyes of all units, a miracle was unfolding.

The Ultralisk's internal organs, which had spilled out, were lifted by an invisible force and crawled back into the abdominal cavity on their own.

Torn muscle fibers were pulled as if by countless invisible hands, reweaving and linking at an astonishing speed.

Beneath the broken chitinous carapace, new flesh tissue grew frantically, pushing out the carapace fragments. Then, a thicker layer of new carapace with a metallic luster healed and hardened at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The entire process took less than three seconds.

"Roar!!!"

A powerful roar shook the entire battlefield.

The Ultralisk, which was originally certain to die, suddenly stood straight. It shook its head, the violent red light in its eyes even more intense than during the heat of battle.

It was healed.

No, it had evolved.

And this was only the beginning.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of Zerg wounded were all restored to full health within a few seconds under the wrap of golden rhythms and pink tentacles!

Limbs regrew, and carapaces were remade.

Their state was even beyond their Peak.

And it wasn't over yet.

Ysera turned her gaze toward the demon corpses scattered on the ground and waved her staff again.

The massive demon corpses on the ground withered, weathered, and were forcibly decomposed in an instant, transforming into the purest biomass and merging into the creep beneath their feet.

Next, a special incubation sac at the snake-like abdomen of Ysera's perfect human-like body quietly opened.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Thousands of Zerg eggs full of life energy were sprayed out like a rainstorm, scattering across the battlefield.

The moment the eggs landed, they greedily absorbed the biomass from the creep, quickly hatching and taking form.

A brand-new army at Peak condition replaced the previous wounded in the blink of an eye.

On a distant hill.

The demon coalition commander, who was gathering his remnants and preparing for a last stand using the terrain, was observing all this through a magic crystal.

When he saw the tens of thousands of wounded heal instantly and the corpses on the ground turn into new soldiers, his hand holding the demon sword began to tremble uncontrollably.

Clang.

The demon sword, which had drunk countless blood, slipped from his weak hand and fell to the ground.

On his face, which had been distorted and hideous with anger, there was now only a deathly gray.

An emotion called despair completely overwhelmed him.

"This..."

"How can we still fight?" a Demon Lord hissed with a raspy voice.

"We pay a heavy price just to heavily wound one giant beast, and that snake woman... that monster... she heals them all with a wave of her hand?"

"Cheating! This is blatant cheating! Their army is a perpetual motion machine!"

On the hill, the remaining demons broke out into wails.

Morale completely collapsed at this moment.

Facing an army that couldn't be killed, couldn't be broken, and could devour corpses to replenish its ranks at any time, even the Abyss demons, known for their chaos and madness, felt a Soul-deep tremor and helplessness.

...

Meanwhile.

At the border of the Divine Realm, within a forcibly folded sub-space.

Unlike the bloodiness and charred stench of the Abyss, this was a dreamlike Crystal Song Forest.

Every tree was composed of high-purity psionic energy crystals.

As the breeze blew, countless crystal leaves collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound like wind chimes echoing through the forest.

But beneath this beautiful scenery lay cold and efficient killing intent.

"Hiss—!!!"

An angry and unwilling dragon roar broke the silence of the forest.

A male Twin Crystal Dragon, over a hundred meters long and as brilliant as a diamond, was struggling frantically.

Its body was tightly bound by a huge 'Psionic Mental Net' personally woven by the Cerebrate Andra. Every time it exerted force, the translucent net only tightened further.

Its magic-immune dragon skin, which it took pride in and which could immune almost all elemental and arcane damage, was as fragile as paper before the suppression of pure Mental Energy.

"Want to run?"

The fat and bloated body of the Cerebrate Andra wiggled out slowly, surrounded by a group of Zerglings. Cold, cunning light flashed in its huge single eye.

"The Dominator has taken an interest in your skin; that is your honor."

Not far away, another slightly smaller female crystal dragon let out a piercing wail.

In its mouth, it was tightly clutching two dragon eggs that emitted a faint glow.

It desperately flapped its crystallized dragon wings, stirring up psionic storms in an attempt to break through the atmosphere of this space and escape.

As long as it could escape... as long as it could take the children out of this demon's territory...

However, just as its figure reached mid-air.

A subtle ripple, almost impossible to capture by any perception, suddenly appeared in the void.

It was the Tier 8 Legendary Rank Void Stalker, which had been lying in ambush for a long time.

No roars, no threats, only absolute, cold killing commands.

Three emerald-green psionic blades intersected in the air to form a cross of death.

"Crack!"

A crisp, heartbreaking sound of snapping rang out.

The incredibly hard Twin Crystal Dragon wings, which could easily tear through space, were neatly severed before the psionic blades.

Losing its balance, the female dragon let out a despairing wail and, along with the dragon eggs it cherished as its life, fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the crystal ground and kicking up a cloud of sparkling dust.

Before it could struggle to get up, thousands of Zerglings, which had been waiting for their chance, surged forward like a tide, using their claws and bodies to pin the dragon and the two precious eggs firmly to the ground.

"Roar..."

The female dragon watched in despair as its mate was completely controlled by Mental Energy, unable to move.

It watched as its children were taken and surrounded by the Zerg Swarm.

Two sparkling, diamond-like tears fell from its dragon eyes.

The Core of the Divine Realm.

Su Chen's consciousness returned to his body. He leaned against the throne made of biological tissue and calmly watched the huge holographic screen before him.

The screen clearly showed the two captured Twin Crystal Dragons, bound and ready to be transported back to the biological laboratory.

He saw the diamond tears shed by the female dragon.

The corners of Su Chen's mouth curled into a cold and satisfied arc.

"Why are you crying?"

His voice echoed through the empty temple without the slightest wave.

"I'm not taking your lives."

"Send them to Biological Lab No. 2," Su Chen's command was precisely transmitted through the mental network.

"I want my Ultralisk units to all be equipped with this magic-immune skin!"

"From now on, mage civilizations will no longer pose any threat to me!"