11: Chapter 11: A Mortal Body Rivals a Demigod – Who Can Stop Them in the Simulated Defense Battle?

Lin Yuan connected to the core, his consciousness sinking, penetrating the barrier, and descending into the Wasteland Divine Domain.

The three hundred thousand square kilometers of scorched earth remained shrouded in dark red.

With a thought from Lin Yuan, a card appeared in mid-air.

[Abyssal Blood Pool (Remnant)].

He selected a flat piece of scorched rock in the center of the basin and threw the scroll down.

Boom!

The earth trembled, and the rock layer tore apart.

A massive stone pit with a diameter of over thirty meters rose from the ground.

The pit was empty, but the stone walls were carved with twisted abyssal runes, and a nauseating bloody stench surged into the sky.

Lin Yuan waved his hand to open his storage space.

Two tons of Abyssal Monster bone fragments and rotten flesh bought from the black market were dumped into the stone pit.

When the flesh and blood touched the bottom of the pit, the runes lit up.

The dried-up blood pool began to secrete dark red liquid, quickly submerging the bone fragments.

The blood bubbled, and scarlet mist spread in all directions.

Several nearby Petrified Goblins inhaled the mist, and their eyes instantly turned blood-red.

Irrational roars erupted from their throats as they brandished bone blades, ready to strike their companions nearby.

"Quiet."

Lin Yuan issued a divine oracle.

The pressure fell like a mountain, forcibly pinning the goblins to the ground.

He hovered above the blood pool, dark gold light surging in his eyes, and activated [Creation Extraction].

Dark gold chains pierced deep into the boiling blood pool and pulled upward.

A mass of black and red intertwined light was dragged out. Inside the light mass were fragments of chaotic, bloodthirsty, and disorderly laws.

[Notification: Extraction successful. Obtained Black Iron-tier negative trait: Loss of Sanity. Obtained Bronze-tier negative trait: Flesh Distortion.]

This was the abyssal pollution source that all gods avoided.

Lin Yuan closed his five fingers and exerted force.

Bang!

The light mass was crushed in his palm and turned into nothingness.

The scarlet mist in the blood pool dissipated, the originally violent blood became calm, leaving only extremely dense life essence.

Lin Yuan reached into the pool again and pulled out a mass of pure blood-colored halo.

[Notification: Extraction successful. Obtained Bronze-tier positive trait: Blood Nourishment. Obtained Black Iron-tier positive trait: Weak Pain Suppression.]

"This is the perfect benefit for a worker." Lin Yuan's lips curled up.

As long as you're not dead, work until you drop.

He injected these two traits back into the blood pool.

"All goblins, enter the pool." Lin Yuan's voice echoed in the basin.

The sixty Petrified Goblins did not hesitate, lined up, and jumped into the scalding blood pool one by one.

The blood submerged their necks.

The power of blood and vitality frantically drilled into their bodies through the gaps in their rock armor.

Shattered bones were repaired, and snapped muscle fibers were reshaped.

Because their pain sensation was suppressed, they didn't even know their bodies were undergoing such brutal tearing and restructuring.

They only felt filled with strength and excitedly pounded their chests in the blood pool.

After settling the main combat camp, Lin Yuan flew to the periphery of the basin.

He sprinkled thirty thousand [Mutant Black Rock Mushroom] spores evenly over the scorched earth.

Subsequently, one thousand [Ash Worms] were released into the soil layer.

The last step.

Lin Yuan took out a card flowing with golden radiance.

[Low-tier Time Hourglass Card].

He crushed the card.

Above the divine domain, the void of laws intertwined into a golden hourglass.

Sand began to pour down.

"Hum—"

The space of the entire Wasteland produced water-like distortions.

Lin Yuan did not stay to watch.

During time acceleration, if a god's consciousness stays in the divine domain for too long, their soul will be cut by the chaotic time flow.

He cut the connection, and his consciousness returned to his body.

Lin Yuan pushed open the bedroom door, preparing to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

The living room lights were off.

A sound of extremely suppressed dry coughing, accompanied by the muffled sound of metal parts colliding, came from the direction of the dilapidated sofa.

Lin Yuan's footsteps paused.

Through the faint street lamp light in the hallway, he saw Old Lin sitting on the edge of the sofa.

Old Lin's left pant leg was rolled up, revealing the military mechanical prosthetic limb covered in scratches.

He was using a crowbar, stuck tightly in the armor gap of the prosthetic knee joint, pressing down hard.

Click.

The armor plate popped open.

Revealing a crystal with faint blue light inside.

Bronze-tier energy source crystal.

Old Lin was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth, picking up a screwdriver to pry the connection line at the bottom of the source crystal.

Sparks splashed.

The electric arc whipped onto the back of Old Lin's rough hand, leaving a charred bloodstain.

He groaned, but his hand movements didn't stop.

Lin Yuan's heart contracted violently.

That source crystal was the lifeline maintaining the prosthetic limb's neural connection.

It not only provided power but also constantly released weak energy to soothe the damaged nerves in Old Lin's stump.

If the source crystal was dug out to sell for money, this mechanical leg would become a pile of scrap metal.

Not only would Old Lin have to sit back in a wheelchair, but the nerve pain in his stump could drive a person mad.

Old Lin was planning to sell everything to scrape together the starting funds for his defense line simulation.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Lin Yuan walked over in large strides and pressed down on Old Lin's hand holding the screwdriver.

Old Lin's wrist trembled, and the screwdriver dropped to the floor with a clatter.

He quickly closed the prosthetic armor plate as if feeling guilty, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Nothing." Old Lin coughed twice, avoiding Lin Yuan's gaze, and rubbed his oil-stained fingers, "This broken leg has been acting up; the bearings were a bit stuck. I was just fixing it."

Old Lin stood up, putting weight on his right leg, while the left mechanical leg looked a bit stiff.

"Yuanzi, the simulation is coming up soon, right?" Old Lin's tone was feigned casual, "I checked the account today; there's still some left from the welfare payments saved over the years. I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."

"Go buy a few combat skill cards. Even though we are commoners, in front of Abyssal Monsters, we can't have one less blade than others."

Lin Yuan looked at Old Lin's exhausted face and the charred mark still oozing blood on the back of his hand.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and pulled the [Holy Purification Potion] out of his pocket.

He placed it on the coffee table.

The white light illuminated Old Lin's clouded eyes.

Old Lin was stunned, his gaze fixed on the test tube: "This purity... Black Iron-tier holy potion? Where did you get this?"

He turned his head, grabbed Lin Yuan's shoulder, his voice tight: "Did you go to the black market and take out a usury loan? You dare to provoke those people who eat people without spitting out the bones?!"

"I didn't borrow money." Lin Yuan's voice was steady as he pressed Old Lin's hand, "Although I awakened the Wasteland Divine Domain, the ecology is a bit special. Today, the goblins were digging underground and dug up a high-tier relic ore."

He looked into Old Lin's eyes, his expression unchanging: "I sold it for one hundred thousand faith points."

"One hundred thousand?!" Old Lin gasped, and the strength in his hand loosened.

"Yeah." Lin Yuan stuffed the potion into Old Lin's hand, "This medicine can purify the abyssal aura. You won't have to rely on cheap moonshine to endure the pain of your shattered divinity in the middle of the night anymore."

Old Lin held the cold glass tube, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with a ball of cotton.

The old man, who hadn't cried when his divine kingdom was torn apart by monsters on the abyssal front line, and hadn't cried when his military rank was stripped and he was sent back to the rear to live on welfare, now had eyes that were red and swollen.

He lowered his head, staring at the potion in his hand, forcing himself to hold back his tears.

"Good, good boy." Old Lin's rough palm slapped heavily on Lin Yuan's shoulder, his voice hoarse.

"I knew it, my, Lin Changfeng's son, even if it's a piece of Wasteland, can grow flowers!"

Old Lin turned around and limped toward his bedroom.

"I'm going back to sleep. Plan the rest of the money yourself; don't embarrass yourself in the simulation."

The door closed.

Lin Yuan stood in place, looking at the closed door, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

What is one hundred thousand.

When he reaches the peak, he will buy the top-tier law divine artifacts and piece together Old Lin's shattered divine kingdom bit by bit.

He turned and returned to his room. He locked the bedroom door.

Lin Yuan had just sat down on the edge of the bed.

Without any warning.

A suffocatingly massive amount of blood and vitality power crossed the limitations of dimensions and poured into his crown chakra from the void.

Lin Yuan groaned, his entire body's bones making cracking sounds like popping beans.

Muscle fibers were forcibly torn, then restructured under the flushing of blood and vitality.

His body temperature soared instantly, and a layer of gray-black impurities seeped out of his skin, which were then directly evaporated into ash by the high temperature.

Power.

Endless power collided within his limbs and bones.

It lasted for a full ten minutes before the feedback gradually subsided.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes. A flash of dark gold sharpness passed through his pupils.

He stood up, feeling the earth-shaking changes in his physical body.

He clenched his right fist, not using any law power, just pure physical explosion.

He swung forward casually.

Bang!

The air in front of his fist was forcibly squeezed into a visible white air wave, emitting a sharp sonic boom.

Lin Yuan looked at his fist, his eyes slightly condensed.

According to the combat power classification in textbooks, the physical body of a divine creature is equivalent to an ordinary mortal.

Only after igniting the divine fire and expanding the divine domain, reaching a First-Rank Demigod, will the physical body undergo its first baptism of law.

But he, right now, hadn't even touched the threshold of a demigod.

Yet the power of this punch just now had definitely reached the standard of a First-Rank Demigod specializing in logistics or magic.