13: Chapter 13: Hero Units Are Born, the Bronze Tyrant Is Awesome!

Lin Yuan looked at the dark red twig in his hand.

The veins beneath the skin pulsed rhythmically, conveying real signs of life.

Without hesitation, he connected his consciousness to the core and cast the twig into the Wasteland Divine Domain.

Target location: beside the Abyssal Carrion Tree.

The scorched earth cracked open.

The twig fell into the soil, which was filled with bone and blood residue.

The moment it made contact with the blood energy, the previously withered twig suddenly plunged deep into the soil.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the dark red trunk broke through the soil.

The bark displayed an eerie muscular texture.

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, looking down.

Teacher Lei Yan's words had given him great inspiration.

Conventional deities raise their followers like sheep, fussing over them for fear they might go hungry or cold.

They throw various environmental cards and protection cards at them, wishing they could build a utopia.

Every day, they calculate their followers' happiness index, terrified that they might become depressed and fail to produce faith points.

But this is the Wasteland.

Resources are scarce, and toxic gas permeates the air.

Trying to cultivate a greenhouse here is simply brainless.

In the Wasteland Divine Domain, followers must be like venomous insects.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and reactivated the flow of the remaining two years of the hourglass of time.

Golden sand particles poured down from the sky, fading into nothingness.

Accompanying the acceleration of time, he descended the most ruthless oracle since the beginning of creation.

"My kin."

A grand voice exploded over the basin.

Eight hundred Petrified Goblins knelt in unison, their foreheads pressed firmly against the scorching scorched earth.

"From this day forth, the deity will no longer provide safe shelter."

"The Wasteland does not keep waste. The old, weak, sick, and disabled who cannot withstand the baptism of the blood pool shall be dragged beneath the Divine Tree after death to become nutrients."

"Only the strong deserve to live. Only those who survive are qualified to be well-fed."

The oracle fell; there was no mercy, only the naked law of the jungle.

The goblins did not resist.

They were inherently low-intelligence, violence-worshipping creatures.

The moment they heard the oracle, an even more fanatical light erupted in their eyes.

The flow of time began to surge.

The Abyssal Carrion Tree grew at a terrifying speed.

Its roots dug deep into the soil around the blood pool, greedily absorbing the corpses of mutated cockroaches that died in battle, goblin excrement, and even the remains of their own kind.

It refused nothing.

Soon, a giant tree fifty meters high rose from the ground.

Among the dark red leaves, fist-sized "Abyssal Flesh Fruits" that emitted a rich scent of blood energy grew.

The ecological closed loop was officially formed.

The weak died in battle, and their corpses were dragged under the tree as fertilizer.

The tree absorbed nutrients and produced flesh fruits with high concentrations of blood energy.

The strong devoured the flesh fruits, then entered the blood pool for tempering, becoming stronger.

The entire basin turned into a giant meat grinder.

The goblins engaged in brutal infighting to compete for the flesh fruits and to occupy positions closer to the blood pool.

Every day, goblins had their bones broken and throats torn by their companions.

A single flesh fruit falling to the ground would often trigger a brawl among a dozen goblins.

A strong goblin set its sights on half a flesh fruit its companion had just snatched.

Without a word, it swung its bone spear and pierced the other's shoulder.

The pierced goblin did not flinch; it opened its mouth, dripping with strong acid, and bit off several of the attacker's fingers in one go.

In the end, the stronger goblin smashed its opponent's skull with its fists.

Then it grabbed the flesh fruit stained with brains and swallowed it in one bite, then dragged its companion's corpse with one hand and threw it toward the roots of the Abyssal Carrion Tree.

The roots coiled around it like living creatures, sucking the corpse into a dried husk in seconds.

New goblins grew rapidly amidst the slaughter, while old individuals turned into mud through elimination.

The population base did not experience explosive growth again.

Under the cruel survival of the fittest, the number of goblins was firmly stuck at the saturation limit of 1000.

This was not because they couldn't reproduce.

But rather, the resource output of the entire basin was just enough to support one thousand top-tier predators.

The five-year evolutionary period ended.

The golden hourglass in the sky shattered completely, turning into spots of light and dissipating.

Lin Yuan's consciousness fully descended into the Divine Domain once again.

The scene before him made his heart skip a beat.

The basin had been transformed into a rugged, grotesque war fortress.

Huge scorched rocks were crudely piled into towering walls.

The walls were embedded with the sharp forelimbs of mutated cockroaches, with dried meat hanging from them.

Inside the walls.

A full thousand monsters stood straight, arranged in a neat formation.

They had completely transcended the category of "Petrified Goblin."

All of them were over two meters tall.

Their Stone Skin, after repeated tempering by the blood pool and flesh fruits, had undergone genetic mutation.

Now, their bodies were covered in a layer of pitch-black Obsidian scales that reflected a cold luster.

Sharp barbs grew from their joints, such as shoulders, elbows, and knees.

[Race Renamed: Obsidian Goblins (Variant)]

[Average Rank: Black Iron 8-Star / Black Iron 9-Star]

[Traits: Extreme Bloodlust, Stone Skin Armor (Advanced Version), Pain Suppression, Acid Corrosion, Boiling Blood Berserk]

Everyone was at the high Black Iron stage!

This group of Grey Goblinss, once defined as "non-recyclable trash," had been transformed under the Wasteland and Lin Yuan's trait stitching.

They had forcibly crossed the barrier of life and transformed into a war machine.

What surprised Lin Yuan even more was the figure standing at the very front of the formation.

Its height exceeded four meters.

Its build was a whole size larger than the ordinary Obsidian Goblins.

From the gaps in the Obsidian scales on its back, dark red flames constantly erupted.

It held no weapon.

The surface of its huge fists was covered in thick scabs of blood.

It stood there, and the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature.

The other goblins maintained absolute awe toward it, not daring to approach within three meters of it.

This was the absolute king of insects that had emerged, having torn apart hundreds of challengers with its bare hands and stepped over the bones of its own kind during five years of crazy slaughter.

A Hero-level unit that had broken through the racial limit.

Lin Yuan opened the detailed panel of this giant beast.

[Name: Unnamed (Hero Unit)]

[Race: Obsidian Goblins (Variant)]

[Rank: Bronze 1-Star]

[Traits: Domination (Can exert bloodline suppression on lower-ranked kin, forcibly boost the morale of surrounding friendly units, and is immune to low-level mental control.)]

[Pain Immunity: Completely severs pain nerves; as long as the brain is not destroyed, it will fight to the last drop of blood.]

[Super-Speed Regeneration: As long as the heart is not destroyed, severed limbs can be reshaped in a very short time.]

[Acid Corrosion: Body fluids are highly acidic.]

[Absolute Strength: Physical strength exceeds that of regular creatures of the same rank by 300%.]

[Boiling Blood Berserk: Increases strength by 500% for a short time.]

Lin Yuan looked at this long list of traits, extremely satisfied.

He descended his consciousness, hovering directly above this giant beast.

The giant beast raised its head, the bloodthirsty red light in its eyes receding, and its body knelt down with a thud.

Its knees slammed into the scorched earth, creating two deep pits.

"Great Master." Its voice was hoarse, its pronunciation raw.

"From today on, you shall be named Tyrant."

Lin Yuan's voice echoed throughout the basin.

"You will command the First Legion of the Wasteland and trample over all obstacles for your glory and mine."

Tyrant raised its head, beat its chest hard with its fists, and let out a deafening roar.

"ROAR——!!!"

One thousand Obsidian Goblins raised the weapons in their hands simultaneously and roared wildly at the sky.

The sound wave overturned the ash above the basin.

Thus, the Wasteland Divine Domain not only solved the crisis of insufficient ecology.

It also completed the transformation from a "primitive cannon fodder tribe" to a "war machine."

Lin Yuan exited the Divine Domain space.

The bedroom lights were still dim.

Lin Yuan glanced at the terminal on his wrist.

In the upper right corner of the screen, a striking countdown was ticking.

[Time remaining until the start of the "Divine Domain Defense Simulation Battle": 23 hours and 45 minutes.]

Only one last day remained.

Lin Yuan casually clicked open the class group and school forum.

It had long since exploded with activity.

The freshmen of the whole school were wailing, discussing how to survive a few more minutes in this meat grinder hosted by the military.

"Help! My slime can't even digest a hard bone. If I encounter an Abyssal Demon Wolf tomorrow, won't I be like a popping meatball to them in one bite?"

"Who has spare iron ore? Buying at a high price! I need to forge some chest protectors for my Orcs!"

"Stop struggling, hurry up and find Class Monitor Li Xiuqi or Zhao Tianze to sign a slave contract. Being a dog for the big shots might still get you some participation points."

Lin Yuan casually swiped away these posts full of entertainment value.

He leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and his palms clenched involuntarily.

His knuckles made a crisp cracking sound.

A faint trace of dark red blood energy actually flashed and vanished at his fingertips.

His current physical fitness in reality had been bolstered by the feedback from one thousand Obsidian Goblins and the Bronze-ranked Tyrant.

It was pushed to a level where even he couldn't fathom the bottom.

"One thousand Tier 2 units, all with combat traits attached."

Lin Yuan's eyes were calm.

It was time to test the quality of this legion.