156: Chapter 156: One player missing for mahjong

One Tyrant Demon made the first move.

The other Tyrant Demons nearby quickly followed suit.

They grabbed the Multi-headed Bats and deformed Bone Fish, tearing these monsters to pieces one by one like crushing cheap toys.

In less than a minute, twenty to thirty monsters died tragic deaths on the spot.

At the rear of the Tyrant Demon army.

Renn and Morgan watched the slaughter ahead with their own eyes, yet they could do nothing.

Morgan's eyes were bloodshot, a color of madness burning deep within his pupils.

The Time Demon Source inside his body surged, and the grayish-white Death Qi was on the verge of breaking through the suppression of the Tyrant Demon Mimicry.

He wanted to rush out; he wanted to slaughter all of these Tyrant Demons.

A large hand pressed down on the back of Morgan's neck.

Renn's fingers were almost embedded in Morgan's flesh.

Renn's breathing was heavy, his chest heaving.

The hatred in his heart was not a single bit less than Morgan's.

But Renn did not move.

His rationality firmly suppressed his emotions.

An alarm of danger rang within his body, every single cell transmitting a message to him:

Move even a little, and you will die!

Renn pressed Morgan's head into the dirt, not letting him make a single sound.

In the camp of the Zerg army.

The Insect King stood at the very front of the millions of insects.

Its narrow compound eyes flashed with a faint purple light as it watched those Tyrant Demons wantonly slaughtering the spoils of war it had gathered.

The Insect King grew anxious.

This was the most important part of its plan.

If those brainless Tyrant Demons were allowed to keep tearing them apart, its spoils of war would be completely ruined.

The Insect King waved its forelimbs.

A dark shadow flew out from the rear of the insect swarm, crossing the open ground where the two armies confronted each other, and crashed onto the ground at the Tyrant's feet.

Bang.

The dark shadow rolled a few times on the ground and came to a stop.

It was Morr.

At this moment, Morr was in an extremely miserable state.

His bone wings were snapped, his large pincers were severed at the base, and his body was covered in corrosive wounds deep enough to expose bone.

He was not yet completely dead; his chest rose and fell weakly, and dark purple mucus continuously gushed from his mouth.

When Renn saw Morr being thrown out by the Insect King, he almost couldn't contain himself.

The target of his revenge was right before his eyes, yet he didn't even have the right to move a single finger.

The Insect King paid no heed to whether Morr lived or died.

It stepped forward, its body sinking slightly, and knelt on one knee before the Tyrant.

The Insect King lowered its noble head, showing submission to the overlord of this Divine Domain.

At the same time, a stealthy mental wave emanated from the Insect King's antennae, connecting to the Tyrant's consciousness.

The Tyrant hovered in mid-air, looking down at the Insect King.

It raised its dark-gold brow.

This insect had a decent attitude.

It hadn't become arrogant just because of its Breakthrough to the Diamond Tier, and it still knew exactly who called the shots in this Divine Domain.

Just now, the Tyrant had seen the Insect King array over a thousand pieces of trash in front of the formation.

Thinking that the other party was provoking it, it had allowed its subordinates to go up and crush a few.

Now it seemed that the other party indeed had serious business to discuss.

The Tyrant opened its mental barrier, receiving the memory fragments transmitted by the Insect King.

The memories contained the Time Demon Race's invasion, Morr's mad experiments, and the Fusion process of these monsters.

The Tyrant's dark-gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

Invaders, Fusion.

An image quickly flashed through the Tyrant's mind.

Ever since it woke up from its closed-door cultivation this time, it had noticed that in the blood sea of the Core Basin, the aura of two Tyrant Demons was somewhat off.

Those two Tyrant Demons only had a single-sequence Physique, and they were cowardly to the extreme.

They soaked in the blood at the edges all day, not even daring to raise their heads.

Now everything clicked.

The Tyrant let out a cold snort.

To ensure that its Core Basin was absolutely clean, it raised its right hand and made a casual grabbing motion toward the rear of the Tyrant Demon army.

The power of heaven and earth erupted!

Without any warning, the space at the rear of the Tyrant Demon army directly restructured.

The air around Renn and Morgan was instantly vacuumed out, and repulsive forces squeezed in from all directions.

Renn and Morgan only felt their bodies grow light.

Before they even had time to react, they were pulled straight off the ground, flying over the heads of hundreds of thousands of Tyrant Demons, and were suspended in mid-air in front of the Tyrant.

Invisible gravitational shackles tightly bound the two of them.

Renn and Morgan were utterly bewildered.

One second ago, they were still cursing Morr in their hearts, wishing they could tear him into ten thousand pieces.

The next second, they became meat on the chopping block.

The two struggled desperately, attempting to mobilize the Time Demon Source within their bodies to undo their Mimicry.

It was completely useless.

They couldn't even move a single finger; the energy circuits in their bodies were completely sealed off.

Though they were also at the Diamond Tier, Renn finally experienced what a true chasm felt like.

This was not just an overwhelming gap in basic attributes, but an absolute control over the power of heaven and earth.

Before the Tyrant, they were merely two chicks that could be crushed to death at any moment.

The Tyrant carefully scrutinized the two bound in mid-air.

Grayish-white Soul fluctuations flickered faintly beneath their dark-gold armor.

As expected, it was these two little chicks.

The Tyrant withdrew its gaze and glanced at the Insect King kneeling on the ground.

It was highly satisfied with this little gift presented by the Insect King.

The Tyrant opened its massive mouth: Roar! (Speak, insect. What do you want, presenting these pieces of trash before me?)

Normally, the Insect King could have completely concealed the information about the invaders and dealt with them secretly.

Now that the other party had proactively delivered the people and secrets to its doorstep, the Tyrant was willing to give it a chance to speak.

Hearing that the Tyrant was willing to communicate normally, the Insect King secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, these two invaders happened to have sneaked into the Tyrant Demons' Core Basin.

Otherwise, given that old madman's temper, he wouldn't have listened to a single word and might have just started fighting directly.

The Insect King raised its head, its mental waves transmitting once more.

“Great Tyrant, I request that you bring these one thousand fused races back to the Central Basin.”

The Insect King went straight to the point: “Use the power of the Divine Tree to feed them and breed them.”

“When the time is ripe, release them.”

“To further strengthen the power of the Sky and Ocean Races within the Divine Domain.”

After hearing this, the Tyrant let out a cold snort.

Waves of air surged, sending dozens of monsters in the front row flying.

“You want me to bring this trash into my territory?” A trace of cruelty flashed in the Tyrant's eyes.

“And even use the Divine Tree to feed them? Do you take me for a scavenger!”

The Tyrant utterly despised these low-level creatures of the Divine Domain.

What repulsed it even more was that the shells of these creatures still contained the Souls of invaders.

The Insect King did not back down, explaining calmly through mental waves.

“Calm your anger, Tyrant. Although their Souls come from invaders, their physical bodies absolutely belong to the products of our Divine Domain.”

The Insect King pointed at the half-dead Morr on the ground. “Under that madman's modification, the Souls of these invaders have already been suppressed by primal instincts.”

“They are now just a pack of irrational beasts, not even counting as invaders.”

The Insect King paused, throwing out its core bargaining chip.

“After fusing with the Souls of these foreign races, the potential of these shells has been immensely enhanced.”

“They now possess the possibility of breaking through the shackles of their Bloodlines.”

“However, the current Fusion is too low-level and extremely unstable.”

“They won't live for long.”

“Only the high-grade divine fruits borne on the Central Divine Tree can stabilize the genetic conflict in their bodies and help them raise their rank.”

The Tyrant remained unmoved, its gaze still icy.

Seeing this, the Insect King directly played its final trump card.

“If we allow these species to further evolve, breed, and thoroughly integrate into the ecological chain of the Divine Domain,”

“the overall strength of the Sky and Ocean Races will achieve a qualitative leap.”

The Insect King's mental waves became incredibly fanatical.

“The stronger the Divine Domain is, the more pleased the Creator will surely be.”

The Creator, Lin Yuan.

The moment these words were spoken, the Tyrant's expression instantly changed.

The icy killing intent dissipated, replaced by a deep, heartfelt reverence.

As long as it aligned with the Creator's interests, the Tyrant would absolutely spare no effort to accomplish it.

This was the meaning of its existence, and the mission it was given along with the name 'Tyrant'.

The Insect King keenly captured the change in the Tyrant's mood and quickly struck while the iron was hot.

“Lord Tyrant, you should be well aware,” the Insect King continued to urge. “Because your race's strength is too great, the Creator issued a divine decree restricting you to only fighting amongst yourselves within the basin.”

“You have not experienced true war for a very long time.”

“If the strength of the Sky and Ocean Races is significantly enhanced,”

“even if they can only serve as whetstones for the Violent Demon Clan, there is a very high probability that the Creator will lift that divine decree restricting internal fighting.”

Just as the Insect King's words fell,

the hundreds of thousands of Tyrant Demons in the rear instantly grew excited.

There was no need to suppress their instincts, no need to fight to the death with their own kind in the basin.

They could rush out and wantonly tear other races to shreds.

A wave of roars erupted from the Tyrant Demon army, their Battle Intent piercing straight into the sky.

Challenging the strong inside the basin was indeed very satisfying and thrilling.

But they couldn't just challenge strong opponents forever; occasionally crushing weaklings was also a part of life.

The Tyrant raised its hand, suppressing the army's restlessness.

It lowered its head, falling into deep thought.

Kneeling on the ground, a glint of success flashed deep within the Insect King's compound eyes.

Of course, it wasn't so kind-hearted as to help the Sky and Ocean Races enhance their strength.

It had its own calculations.

The Insect King had long analyzed that if it handed these thousand monsters over to the Broodmother to devour and extract genetic fragments,

not only would the process be lengthy, but it would also be extremely easy to miss crucial, effective genes,

making it impossible to perfectly integrate them into the Zerg's traits.

Therefore, these monsters had to be kept alive to breed more stable offspring.

Yet the Zerg's own resources were limited, not to mention they still had to divert a portion of their resources to nurture the Scarlet Sub-tree.

They simply had no spare resources to feed these monsters.

But the Tyrant Demon Race was different.

They occupied the most core resources of the Divine Domain, guarding that Heaven-reaching Divine Tree.

The Insect King was borrowing a hen to lay eggs.

They no longer cared for the flesh and blood of ordinary Sky and Ocean creatures.

They needed a higher quality gene pool.

Since they couldn't afford to provoke the Violent Demon Clan, they could only save the nation through a curve.

By utilizing the Tyrant Demons' resources, they would improve the overall quality of the Sky and Ocean creatures.

Once these monsters bred and grew strong, the Zerg would harvest them.

They would extract the purest invader genes and integrate them into the gene chain of the next generation of Zerg.

As for whether it worried that these races would surpass the Zerg once they developed?

The Insect King sneered in its heart.

The King only needed to sit high upon the throne.

The speed of Zerg evolution was not inferior to any species.

The Tyrant in mid-air finally stopped thinking.

It had figured it out.

The Insect King's proposal was indeed beneficial to the enhancement of the Divine Domain's overall strength.

As the Creator's spokesperson within the Divine Domain,

balancing the ecology and developing the Divine Domain should have been its responsibility in the first place.

More importantly, this could please the Creator.

Moreover, it had just made a Breakthrough, and it would be difficult to have another qualitative leap in strength within a short period.

Bringing some little pets back to raise for fun and pass the time wasn't a bad idea either.

“I agree,” the Tyrant spoke, its voice like rolling thunder.

With a wave of the Tyrant's hand, the Tyrant Demon army in the rear quickly dispersed, surrounding the over one thousand monsters.

Like herding a flock of sheep, they gathered them into the center of the army.

Then, the Tyrant cast a glance at Renn and Morgan, who were bound in mid-air.

The flowing light on the Tyrant's body peeled off, turning into two ropes that bound Renn and Morgan tightly like zongzi.

Whoosh.

The Tyrant threw them with a casual flick of its hand.

Heavily crashing Renn and Morgan into the dirt in front of the Insect King.

“These two can be considered my return gift to you.” The Tyrant looked down at the Insect King. “Do with them as you please.”

The deal was done.

Without sparing another glance, the Tyrant turned and flew off in the direction of the Core Basin.

The army of hundreds of thousands of Tyrant Demons drove the monster herd, grandly embarking on their return journey.

The wasteland restored its former tranquility once again.

Renn and Morgan were bound tightly to the ground by the dark-gold ropes, unable to move at all.

Beside them was Leader Morr, who had lost his arms and wings and had only a single breath left.

Renn turned his head, looking at Morr's twisted face.

Morgan also turned his head, looking at Renn.

The three of them looked at each other.

They were once the top combat forces of the Time Demon Race, predators in the starry sky.

Now, they were like three clearly priced pieces of merchandise, casually exchanged and discarded by two native leaders.

Death had come in such an inexplicable manner.