122: Chapter 122: Breaking a Major Taboo in Offense? Leaving Behind a Supernatural Calamity Card to Save His Life

Chen Feng stood on the hill, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

At the end of his line of sight, dark grey flames were devouring the entire horizon.

The sky was dyed blood-red, and the fleshy clouds were melting in large patches under the high temperature.

Chen Feng could feel the ground beneath his feet trembling.

No, it wasn't just trembling; this plane was wailing.

As a sophomore at Starry Sky University, his hands had been stained with the blood of foreign planes, and he had personally seized Plane Cores.

He knew very well what this feeling represented.

The Plane Lord of this plane was about to die.

However, he had never seen such a violent method of plundering.

There was no positional warfare, no tug-of-war; it was a completely one-sided, overwhelmingly destructive physical crushing.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, forcing his wildly beating heart to calm down.

He felt the three Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards in his hand, suddenly finding these three cards somewhat laughable.

Just as Chen Feng was preparing to retreat.

An invisible gaze fell upon him from dozens of miles away.

This gaze carried no emotion.

No killing intent, no anger, only a high-and-mighty, cold observation.

It was like examining a bug that could be squashed at any moment, watching to see what this bug would do next.

Cold sweat drenched Chen Feng's inner shirt.

He knew all too well how presumptuous and fatal his actions were, barging in at a time like this.

In the unspoken rules of Starry Sky University,

when a deity was plundering a foreign plane or conquering an abyss,

especially at the critical moment of being about to kill the Plane Lord and devour the Plane Core,

any intruder would be regarded as a mortal enemy trying to snatch the fruits of victory.

Such an action would result in an endless, life-and-death feud.

Chen Feng had no doubt that if he dared to make any unusual move now, even if it was just raising the Natural Disaster Cards in his hand,

the Black-Gold Demon Vultures circling in the sky, as well as the terrifying giant burning with karmic fire in the distance,

would attack him immediately.

Without the slightest hesitation,

Chen Feng slowly bent down and gently placed the three Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards in his hand onto the fleshy mucous membrane beneath his feet.

This was an apology gift.

After placing the cards, Chen Feng stood up straight and raised his hands high above his head.

With his palms spread out, he made a gesture of surrender and showed no ill intent.

Only after doing all this did he channel his Mental Energy to activate his exclusive star key.

A silvery-white spatial channel enveloped him.

With a flash of light, Chen Feng vanished from the spot, returning to the Dead Star.

A moment later.

In front of the place where Chen Feng had disappeared, the shadows squirmed.

Lin Yuan stepped slowly out of the shadows.

He looked at the empty bone hill, his gaze falling on the three cards on the ground.

"So it's them," Lin Yuan's eyes were calm.

Although the other party wore combat suits and tactical helmets, Lin Yuan still recognized them by their aura.

It was the very same senior student squad he had encountered when he first sneaked into this plane.

Lin Yuan bent down and picked up the three cards on the ground.

The first card depicted a dark red meteorite trailing a long tail of flame, smashing through a continent.

It was a Starfall-type Natural Disaster Card, featuring large-scale dual destruction of physical impact and fire.

The second card depicted continuous glaciers, the cold air seemingly threatening to freeze his fingertips through the card's surface.

This was an Extreme Cold-type Natural Disaster Card, capable of freezing all life and space within a hundred-mile radius.

The third card showed a rolling mass of sickly green toxic miasma, with countless white bones faintly visible floating up and down within it.

A Plague-type Natural Disaster Card, specifically designed to wipe out low-tier creatures over a large area and destroy the ecological Foundation.

All three cards were Transcendent-grade.

The corners of Lin Yuan's mouth curled up slightly.

He had originally thought this senior was hiding in the dark, waiting to play dirty and snatch the fruits of his labor.

Now it seemed he had misunderstood.

Five days ago, he had taken the Royal Larva, causing the Broodmother to go berserk and sweep the entire plane with an indiscriminate mental storm.

This squad lurking on the periphery must have suffered a great loss.

This time, they had returned with three Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards, clearly seeking revenge to vent their anger.

They just hadn't expected to run right into him conducting his final cleanup here.

The other party was also a smart person, knowing they had violated the taboo of interrupting another's plane conquest, and decisively left things behind to buy their lives and retreat.

"It's good that they know the rules."

Lin Yuan tucked the three Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards into his robe.

This was an unexpected windfall; Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards were highly valuable even on the military's internal network, making them perfect to keep as trump cards.

Putting away the cards, Lin Yuan turned his gaze back to the main battlefield dozens of miles away.

The battle there was basically no longer in suspense.

The Tyrant's carnival was underway.

"Roar—!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the Tyrant crushed a towering bone Peak underfoot.

Its current state could only be described as terrifying.

The trait [Endless Slaughter] had been pushed to its absolute limit during several hours of high-intensity combat.

The Tyrant's overall attributes had stacked up by nearly two hundred percent.

The dark-gold fluid on its body surface was like boiling lava, and every bulging muscle compressed enough power to shatter mountains.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Straddling the Broodmother, the Tyrant's fists turned into afterimages, hammering down on her chest and head.

Every strike triggered a ring of sonic boom clouds.

The Broodmother's slender and elegant body was now battered and broken.

Her purple-gold crown had long since flown off to who-knows-where, and the carapace on her head was shattered in large areas.

Purplish-black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out repeatedly under the Tyrant's heavy punches.

And at the edge of the battlefield.

The Heaven-Devouring Zerg King hung quietly upside down from a bone spike, the silver bone blades on its arms already retracted.

On the other side, the thirty-meter-tall Calamity Fire Spirit Lord had also stopped its attacks.

It floated in mid-air, the ten karmic fire bone rings behind its back rotating slowly, merely sealing off the surrounding space to prevent the Broodmother from escaping.

They had both chosen to back off.

It was not because the Broodmother was weak, but because the Tyrant was too insane at this moment.

With its attributes doubled, the Tyrant had nothing left in its mind but the desire for destruction.

Once this thing went into a killing frenzy, it wouldn't distinguish between friend and foe.

The Zerg King and the Fire Spirit Lord had no doubt that if they approached now, the Tyrant would turn around and hammer them as well.

In any case, this Broodmother's World Power was about to run dry, and the wounds from the backlash had rotted through her internal organs; she absolutely could not escape.

Might as well let this dark-gold maniac have its fill.

Boom!

The Tyrant delivered another heavy punch, smashing through the Broodmother's left shoulder and tearing off one of her forelimbs.

The Broodmother let out an extremely shrill scream.

The Tyrant grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs, and raised both fists high, clasping them together.

A thousand-fold gravity converged on its fists, and deep blue heavy water began to compress.

With this final blow, it was going to smash this bug's head to pieces.

Just as this fatal blow was about to fall,

a powerful desire to survive suddenly erupted in the Broodmother's compound eyes.

She struggled to roll her battered body over, no longer resisting.

She buried her head deeply into the dark purple mud.

"Buzz—"

A humble, pleading mental fluctuation rippled out from the Broodmother's Sea of Consciousness.

Passing through the Tyrant and the Zerg King, it was ultimately transmitted into the mind of Lin Yuan in the distance.

She was begging for mercy.

She indicated that she was willing to submit completely, surrender her Soul Origin, and become his most loyal servant.

She was willing to offer up the core of Plane 093 and allow the entire Abyssal Armor Bone Locust race to become his cannon fodder.

She only begged for her life to be spared.

For any deity, this was an irresistible temptation.

A Plane Lord possessing Peak Diamond combat power and mastering the Law of the Void Realm, plus a complete foreign plane.

The Tyrant's raised fists paused in mid-air.

Although it was violent, it had not lost its sanity.

It scratched its dark-gold bald head, a hint of confusion flashing in its crimson vertical pupils.

It did not dare to take it upon itself to kill a prey that had surrendered of its own accord, fearing it might disrupt the great Creator's plans.

The Tyrant turned its body and looked in the direction of Lin Yuan.

The compound eyes of the Zerg King hanging on the bone spike flickered violently.

On its expressionless insect face, an extremely human-like annoyance and irritation showed through.

As the only Zerg commander in the Wasteland Divine Domain at present, it valued its status very highly.

The Tyrant Demon Race was the eldest son of the Creator, with unparalleled combat power, so it could not afford to provoke them.

The Calamity Fire Spirit race was the darling of elements, and their Fusion trait was even more perverted, which it had also accepted.

It barely ranked third.

Now, this half-dead, down-and-out wretch actually wanted to worm her way into the great Wasteland Divine Domain by wagging her tail and begging for pity?

And even vie with it for favor?

Looking at the Broodmother's miserable and wretched state, the Zerg King's heart was filled with disdain.

Garbage like this, who lacked even the courage to die on the battlefield and would sell out their entire race just to survive, was unworthy of being called Zerg.

The Calamity Fire Spirit Lord had no emotional fluctuations; elemental creatures had no concept of vying for favor.

It merely burned quietly, with everything guided by Lin Yuan's will.

In the distance.

Lin Yuan received the Broodmother's extremely humble mental fluctuation.

He looked at the Broodmother trembling all over as she knelt in the mud, the expression on his face not changing in the slightest.

There was no excitement, no wild joy.

"Kill her."

The cold, decisive divine decree was handed down directly to the three great vassal races.

Lin Yuan rejected her cleanly and decisively.

First of all, in order to cross boundaries and intercept him, this Broodmother had forcibly overdrawn her plane's Origin, and the backlash of the World Power had completely destroyed her Foundation.

Even if he took her into his divine domain, it would cost a massive amount of resources, making the cost-effectiveness extremely low.

Secondly, his divine domain already had the Heaven-Devouring Zerg, whose potential was countless times greater than this single Abyssal Armor Bone Locust.

By devouring this plane, all the traits of the Abyssal Armor Bone Locust would be inherited by the Heaven-Devouring Zerg.

Most importantly.

Lin Yuan's divine domain was called the Wasteland.

That was an Asura arena where unrestricted life-and-death battles took place every day, and where raising Gu and devouring each other occurred daily.

His vassal races could die, could be crippled, but they could never retreat.

Even if one day, Lin Yuan's Wasteland Divine Domain was invaded by a True God's kingdom and faced total annihilation,

the Tyrant Demons would swing their warhammers at the True God, the Fire Spirit would burn their entire bodies to ash, and the Zerg King would fight down to its very last offspring.

They would only fight to the very last drop of blood.

A piece of trash like this, who knelt and begged for mercy once beaten, selling out her entire race just to scrape by,

was unworthy of stepping into his divine domain.

Even if she was of the Diamond rank.

Receiving Lin Yuan's divine decree, the Zerg King hanging on the bone spike visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the Tyrant, it let out a burst of wild, cruel laughter.

"Roar, hahahaha!"

It turned around and strode over to the kneeling Broodmother.

Under the Broodmother's disbelieving gaze, the Tyrant extended its thick arms.

Its left hand firmly gripped the Broodmother's battered left carapace, while its right hand grabbed the base of her right limb.

A thousand-fold gravity converged on its arms.

"Rip—!"

Accompanied by the sound of bones snapping and carapace tearing,

the Tyrant exerted raw force, tearing this Plane Lord, who had ruled Plane 093 for hundreds of years, right down the middle into two halves!

Purplish-black blood filled the sky, drenching the Tyrant.

Bathing in the blood, the Tyrant let out a wild roar that shook the heavens.

It opened its bloody maw, and the dark-gold fluid transformed into countless tentacles.

It directly swept up the two halves of the Broodmother's broken body, stuffed them brutally into its mouth, chewed vigorously, and swallowed them into its stomach.

Devouring a Plane Lord alive.

With the Broodmother's complete death, her connection to this plane severed.

In the sky, the thick fleshy clouds stopped rolling.

Drip.

A drop of dark red rain fell, splashing onto the Wasteland.

Then, a torrential downpour of bloody rain covered the entirety of Plane 093.

Fissures spread across the Wasteland.

Those Abyssal Armor Bone Locusts that were still killing each other or struggling in the sea of fire all stopped their movements.

They felt the fall of their Dominator.

Hundreds of millions of Zerg, regardless of tier, all prostrated on the ground.

Facing the direction of the main hive, they let out painful wails.