15: Chapter 15: Five times the troops approaching? 1000 goblins charge in the opposite direction!

"Guess how many seconds this Wasteland can hold out?"

"Conservatively estimating, ten seconds. Once the first wave of magic wolves rushes them, the Grey Goblinss will collapse."

Zhao Tianze crossed his arms, chin slightly raised, looking at the big screen.

The main screen image changed, then cut into Lin Yuan's Divine Realm.

What appeared before the entire audience was a dark red color, suppressed to the extreme.

Ash that never dissipated drifted in the sky, and the light was dim.

The earth was covered in scorched black cracks, and pungent, foul-smelling poisonous water flowed within them.

In the very center of the basin stood a towering tree, thirty meters tall, with bark that squirmed like human muscle fibers.

Beneath the tree roots, a huge stone pit was churning with scarlet blood.

The entire Divine Realm exuded an indescribable evil and deathly silence.

The major on the left braced his hands against the railing, his face full of disbelief: "This is a student's primary Divine Realm? This concentration of poisonous gas and degree of law chaos is worse than some abysses on the front line!"

Teacher Lei Yan was also stunned; he recognized the tree at a glance.

Abyssal Carrion Tree.

The branch was only given to Lin Yuan yesterday, and today it has grown into a thirty-meter adult?

How much flesh and blood fertilizer did this kid dump into his Divine Realm?

Before everyone could recover, the void above the matrix cracked open.

The first wave of Abyssal Monster projections descended.

Ten massive [Abyssal Magic Wolves] with bodies burning with black flames landed on the scorched earth.

Following the established convention of the matrix, the first thing they did upon landing was to howl at the sky, releasing Abyssal pressure.

A two-meter-tall magic wolf opened its bloody maw, its chest puffed up, having just taken a breath.

"Awooo—cough, cough, cough!"

The Wasteland's poisonous miasma, mixed with mutant spore toxins, poured into its lungs.

The magic wolf's roar turned into a dry cough; dark red blood clots sprayed from its mouth, and it fell to its knees, its limbs going weak.

The three thousand students in the audience were dumbfounded.

"What the f*ck? The monsters can't handle the local conditions?" Fatty Wang rubbed his eyes, his face blank.

Before anyone could react.

"Roar—!"

A roar a hundred times more violent than the magic wolf's exploded from the blood pool.

The dark red blood shot into the sky, and a terrifying black shadow over four meters tall leaped out, slamming down in front of the ten magic wolves.

The earth trembled violently, and the scorched rocks shattered.

The Tyrant's body spewed high-temperature steam.

It didn't hold any weapons, reached its palm forward, and grabbed the neck of a coughing magic wolf.

Snap.

The magic wolf's neck was crushed instantly.

The Tyrant casually threw the magic wolf's broken corpse backward, slamming it into the roots of the Abyssal Carrion Tree.

The tree roots coiled upward, draining the corpse dry in the blink of an eye.

The next second, dense, greedy hisses sounded from the camp surrounding the Abyssal Carrion Tree.

One thousand Goblins, over two meters tall and covered in obsidian armor, surged out like a flood from an opened sluice.

No tactics, no formations.

Only an extreme desire for flesh and blood.

Their eyes were red, and they brandished thick bone spears and carapace shields in their hands as they pounced on the remaining nine magic wolves.

On the big screen, a scene appeared that made everyone's scalp tingle and would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

The Abyssal Magic Wolves, which were invincible in other Divine Realms and tore apart countless commoner dependents, were like fat meat dropped into a school of Piranhas.

Dozens of Obsidian Goblins pounced on a single magic wolf.

The magic wolf swung its sharp claws in terror, sparks flying, but it couldn't break through the Obsidian Goblins' armor at all.

The Obsidian Goblins didn't even need weapons; they opened their mouths dripping with strong acid and bit down on the magic wolf's neck and legs.

Rip!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The magic wolf let out a shrill scream and was torn to pieces and devoured alive in just a few seconds.

Even the bones were chewed to pieces by the Obsidian Goblins' teeth and swallowed whole.

In the training ground, only the chewing sounds from the big screen echoed in everyone's ears.

The arrogance on Zhao Tianze's face froze, his eye twitched, and his voice became sharp and cracked with shock:

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Those are Goblins?! Whose Goblins grow obsidian scales and can tear apart magic wolves with their bare hands?!"

No one answered him.

Everyone was swallowing their saliva.

The matrix seemed to be angered by this abnormal scene, and the difficulty suddenly increased.

The second and third waves of Abyssal Monsters descended in succession with unprecedented speed.

Hundreds of carrion monsters and thousands of mutant wild boars, the size of armored vehicles, pressed toward the basin.

But in front of a group of fanatical Obsidian Goblins, they didn't even make a splash.

The Obsidian Goblins completely abandoned defense.

A mutant wild boar lowered its head and rammed into an Obsidian Goblin's chest, the sound of breaking ribs clearly audible.

But that Obsidian Goblin didn't even frown; pain suppression allowed it to ignore the severe injury.

It grabbed the wild boar's tusks with a backhand, its muscles bulging.

It ripped them out by the roots, then, gripping the bloody tusks, stabbed them viciously into the wild boar's eye socket!

After finishing, the Obsidian Goblin tore a large piece of bloody hind leg meat from the wild boar's corpse.

It stuffed it into its mouth, chewing until its mouth was full of blood.

"Who the f*ck is the real Abyssal creature here?" A commoner student who had been scared back earlier felt his legs go weak, "Why do I feel... this group of Obsidian Goblins looks at the monsters like they're looking at a buffet."

Fatty Wang opened his mouth wide, muttering to himself: "Yuanzi said his Obsidian Goblins had big appetites... I thought he was bragging, but damn, it was a statement of fact."

On the big screen, the battle progressed without any suspense.

The fourth wave of Abyssal Monsters descended.

The sky was torn open, and five commander-level Abyssal Monsters, exuding Bronze-tier pressure, landed.

[Two-Headed Corpse Dragon], [Abyssal Troll], [Venomous Spider Mother]...

Behind them followed five thousand Black Iron high-tier Abyssal Monsters.

The dark army of monsters surrounded the basin tightly, with five times the number of the Obsidian Goblins.

"It's reached the limit." Teacher Lei Yan clenched his fists, his palms full of cold sweat, "Facing five Bronze-tier monsters and five times the force, he should press the forfeit button."

"His current score is already guaranteed to be in the school's top ten. For a student with no background, this is already a miracle."

Zhao Tianze gritted his teeth, his nails digging into his flesh, staring fixedly at the screen: "Retreat! Hurry and retreat! If you get wiped out by the Bronze-tier monsters, your group of monsters will all die too!"

However.

Inside the connection pod, Lin Yuan sat in his seat, his gaze as calm as water.

"Retreat?"

He issued a divine oracle through his Divine Realm core.

"All troops, Boiling Blood frenzy. Tear them apart."

On the screen.

The Tyrant roared at the sky.

Its massive body swelled, blinding red light shot out from the gaps in its obsidian armor, and its whole body was filled with blood mist.

One thousand Obsidian Goblins erupted simultaneously, their eyes red enough to drip blood.

They didn't hesitate at all and actively charged toward the five-thousand-strong army of monsters.

This was a one-sided slaughter.

Except, the ones being killed were the monsters that represented the fear of the abyss.

An Obsidian Goblin was surrounded by five carrion monsters; instead of retreating, it advanced, sweeping its bone spear and piercing one.

Then it threw away its weapon, opened its arms, and hugged the other two tightly.

It let the opponent's sharp teeth tear into its shoulders, and acidic body fluids gushed out from the Obsidian Goblin's wounds.

Corroding the two carrion monsters until they were riddled with holes, turning them into a pool of pus and blood.

Every Obsidian Goblin was like a killing machine that never tired, felt no pain, and was filled with poison.

And the most shocking one was the Tyrant in the center of the battlefield.

It alone faced the five Bronze-tier monsters.

The Two-Headed Corpse Dragon swooped down from mid-air, opening its two giant maws and spewing destructive, highly toxic dragon breath.

The Tyrant bent its legs slightly, and the scorched rock ground collapsed with a bang.

It leaped into the sky with both feet, relying on its terrifying physical defense to pierce through the dragon breath.

In mid-air, the Tyrant grabbed the Two-Headed Corpse Dragon's left head, its five fingers piercing into the dragon scales like steel nails.

Utilizing the terrifying gravity of its descent, it roared and tore that dragon head off its neck!

Dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain, creating a rain of blood.

The Tyrant landed heavily, bathed in the scalding dragon blood, not even glancing at the wailing Two-Headed Corpse Dragon.

It turned around in a large stride, throwing a backhand straight punch that carried a piercing sonic boom, slamming it fiercely into the chest of the charging Abyssal Troll.

Bang!

A muffled, thunderous sound.

The Abyssal Troll's tough chest cavity caved in, and chunks of internal organs mixed with bone fragments exploded outward from its back in a radial pattern.

Extreme violence.

There was no fancy magic, only the extreme savagery of muscles tearing through steel and fists crushing bones.

The five arrogant Bronze-tier monsters were beaten into having no power to fight back under the Tyrant's storm-like attacks.

In the auditorium, everyone forgot to breathe.

Class Monitor Li Xiuqi's expression was complex; his proud half-elf archers.

In front of this group of violent monsters, they probably couldn't even block a single charge.

Even with more commoner meat shields, they would be torn to shreds.

On the leaderboard at the edge of the big screen.

Lin Yuan's name began to climb rapidly.

D-rank, C-rank, B-rank, A-rank...

The numbers rolled in a sweeping, overwhelming manner.