157: Chapter 157: The Annihilation of the Time Demon Clan

New Continent, Wasteland.

Millions of Zerg army retreated underground.

Three Heavy Armor Beetles moved their arthropods, dragging three broken bodies, walking at the front of the formation.

Morgan, wearing the Mimicry shell of a Titan Violent Demon, was dragged backward on the rough ground.

Gravel tore his skin, and dark golden blood spilled along the way.

He struggled to twist his neck, looking at Morr, who was also being dragged beside him.

Morr's limbs were already broken, and he was left with only one breath.

Morgan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared: "Morr! You old beast!"

He struggled hard, the friction against the ropes making a sizzling sound.

"What on earth is going on with those monsters in the camp! Speak!"

Morgan looked angrily at Morr's pale face.

"You turned the adjutant into a Demon Vulture! You stuffed Bart into a crab's shell!"

"You turned over a thousand living clansmen into beasts without even a shred of sanity!"

Morgan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Answer me! Why did you do this!"

The surrounding swarm made rustling crawling sounds, with no insect paying attention to the captive's roar.

Morr turned his head, looking at the maddened Morgan.

He felt no anger, no guilt.

Morr cracked his blood-filled mouth and suddenly started laughing.

The laughter turned from a low, wheezing sound into unbridled, maniacal laughter.

The airflow tugged at the wounds in his chest, making him cough up large chunks of internal organs, but he kept laughing.

"Morgan... Ryan..."

Morr's weak voice pierced through the laughter, reaching the ears of the two.

"You two little brats have really tough lives."

Morr's gaze swept over Morgan and Ryan, who had been silent beside him.

He saw through their disguise at a glance.

Having worked together for hundreds of years, each other's aura was engraved in their bones.

"To think you could reach the core area of that big guy and still manage to crawl out alive."

Morr coughed up blood, "I underestimated you. What about the other four? Hiding in some corner, clinging to life?"

Morgan froze.

He didn't expect Morr to ask such a question when faced with this interrogation.

Fury completely shattered Morgan's sanity.

"You still have the nerve to ask that!"

Morgan roared madly, spittle flying.

"You destroyed the entire race with your own hands! You are a madman! You are a sinner!"

"Dead."

A calm voice interrupted Morgan's cursing.

Ryan was tied to the arthropod of a Worker Insect, looking up at the sky.

His voice had no fluctuations.

"Dead, they are all dead. Only the three of us are left in the end."

Ryan turned his head, his gaze falling on Morr.

"Now, the three of us are about to die too."

Hearing this answer, Morr laughed even louder.

He laughed until tears mixed with blood streamed down his cheeks, laughing until his whole body convulsed.

"Good! Good death!"

Morr gasped for air while laughing.

"Starry Sky Wandererss, dying in a nameless God's Domain, this is our final destination!"

Morgan looked at the laughing Morr, feeling a chill all over.

Crazy.

The leader was truly crazy.

Morgan's gaze turned to Ryan, trying to find a glimmer of hope for resistance from the captain.

Ryan closed his eyes again, not speaking further.

Hatred, anger, unwillingness.

These emotions seemed meaningless in the face of death.

Ryan recalled the battles in the starry sky over the past hundreds of years.

They looted resources, slaughtered the weak, and chased after higher-level Laws.

They thought they were the hunters, capable of controlling everything.

Until they stepped into this Wasteland.

This land, devoid of logic and full of destruction and devouring, tore away all their disguises.

The Time Demon Race was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the Universe.

Struggling was useless.

Dying together with the leader and brothers could be considered a kind of Perfection.

The Worker Insect dragged the three, moving all the way down along the underground passage.

The light vanished.

An acidic, rotten smell hit their faces.

At the deepest part of the insect cave, a kilometer-high underground hollow appeared before the three.

In the center of the hollow, the mountain-like Zerg Queen was coiled.

The egg sac on her abdomen squirmed endlessly, and green mucus dripped along her carapace.

The Insect King stood beside the Queen, staring at the three prey that had been transported over.

The Worker Insect released its arthropods.

Morr, Ryan, and Morgan were thrown in front of the Queen's massive mouthparts.

The Queen opened her abyss-like giant mouth, which was filled with circles of rotating sharp teeth.

Morr looked at that giant mouth, the manic laughter on his face not stopping.

He used his last bit of strength to straighten his upper body and rushed towards the Queen's mouthparts.

"Come on! Eat me! Let's see if my genes can burst your stomach!"

Snap.

The sharp teeth closed.

Morr's laughter stopped abruptly, his body was crushed, and blood sprayed out.

Morgan watched this scene, his pupils shrinking to the limit.

He didn't want to die.

He still had thousands of years of lifespan, he could still return to the starry sky.

"No! Let me go! I am willing to submit! I am willing to be your slave!"

Morgan twisted his body madly, shouting at the Insect King.

The Insect King didn't even flicker an eye.

The Queen's mouthparts opened again, and a powerful suction force pulled Morgan in.

Morgan's screams echoed in the insect cave, then were drowned out by the sound of breaking bones.

Ryan lay quietly on the ground.

He looked at the dark rock wall above his head, and the long-dried star sea of his hometown flashed through his mind.

The Queen's shadow enveloped him.

Ryan closed his eyes, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Darkness descended.

...

Scene shift.

Central Basin, Gladiator Cage.

The Tyrant hovered in mid-air.

Below, over a thousand monsters stitched together by Morr were huddled in the corner of the Gladiator Cage, trembling.

These monsters had various forms.

They contained the Souls of the Time Demon Race, but their bodies were creatures of the God's Domain.

The Tyrant looked at this trash, its eyes full of disgust.

If it weren't for the fact that the pie drawn by the Insect King was too round and too big, it would have blown all these things into dust in one breath.

"Enter." The Tyrant gave the command.

The gate of the Gladiator Cage opened.

Space folded, and gale winds howled.

Dozens of Platinum Rank Tyrant Demons had been waiting impatiently in the cage.

They received the King's order: train the troops.

Train them to death.

The Tyrant Demons charged into the group of monsters.

The slaughter began.

A Tyrant Demon grabbed a Multi-headed Bat and tore off one of its wings directly.

The bat let out a shrill screech.

Another Tyrant Demon stomped on a Liquid Metal Crab's carapace, shattering it.

Dark green sap splashed everywhere.

A one-sided crushing.

These monsters were at most Gold Tier, and in front of the Platinum Rank Tyrant Demons, they didn't even have room to resist.

The sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh resounded through the Gladiator Cage.

In just a few minutes.

Over a thousand monsters were all severely injured and lying on the ground, dying.

The Tyrant raised its hand.

The Tyrant Demons stopped attacking and retreated to the side.

The floor of the Gladiator Cage cracked open.

Over a thousand dying monsters fell directly into the Blood Abyss Sea below.

The thick blood water quickly submerged them.

The Rapid Recovery Field was forcibly injected into their damaged bodies.

At the same time, dozens of fist-sized dark red tumors fell from the Demon Tree and smashed into the sea of blood.

The tumors dissolved in the blood, turning into high-concentration repair fluid.

Excruciating pain.

The excruciating pain of tearing the Soul.

The blood was repairing their bodies while simultaneously forcibly modifying their genes.

A dying Demon Vulture rolled in the blood.

Its internal organs had been crushed into pulp, and the Soul fluctuations of the Time Demon Race were dissipating.

Just at the moment it was about to die.

The power of [End and Origin] finally awakened in them.

The closer to death, the more terrifying the rebounding power.

The Demon Vulture's dilated pupils suddenly contracted.

The surrounding blood and tumor energy poured madly into its body.

The shattered internal organs were forcibly reorganized within 0.1 seconds.

Not only that.

The Soul of the Time Demon Race and the body of the Demon Vulture finally broke through that layer of barrier under this extreme life-and-death pressure.

Complete Fusion.

The Demon Vulture's feathers turned from pale to dark gold. Its aura soared from low-stage Gold Tier directly to high-stage.

It survived.

Not just it.

In the sea of blood, dozens of monsters that survived the life-and-death limit all completed their initial transformation.

But more monsters failed to hold on.

Hundreds of corpses sank to the bottom of the blood sea, turning into nutrients.

The Tyrant watched this scene coldly.

"Fish them out." The Tyrant ordered.

The surviving monsters were fished out of the water by the Tyrant Demons and thrown back into the Gladiator Cage.

"Continue."

A new round of slaughter began again.

Beat them half to death, throw them into the blood pool. Eat the tumor, beat them again.

This was the Tyrant's training method.

Time flew by above the God's Domain.

The effects of the [High-level Time Card] and [Life Propagation Tide Card] stacked.

Thirty years passed.

Of the initial thousand-plus monsters, in the first ten years, less than two hundred were left.

These two hundred monsters had experienced countless cycles of life and death Reincarnation.

They had adapted to this hellish rhythm.

Inside the Gladiator Cage.

A Platinum low-stage Tyrant Demon swung a heavy punch at a seven-meter-sized Bone Fish.

The Bone Fish did not dodge.

A gray-white ripple suddenly appeared on the surface of its body.

Mimicry activated.

The Bone Fish's skeleton quickly reorganized.

In the blink of an eye, its body was covered with a layer of fluid defense unique to the Tyrant Demon.

Bang!

The heavy punch hit the Bone Fish.

The Bone Fish flew backward, hitting a metal pillar, but it did not die.

The dark gold fluid discharged most of the force.

The Bone Fish continued to roll in the air, using its bone spurs to cut the Tyrant Demon's arm.

The Tyrant watched this scene from mid-air, a flash of surprise in its vertical pupils.

This bunch of trash had actually evolved something remarkable.

Under this ten-year extreme squeezing.

The Time Demon Race's Mimicry talent, combined with the genes of local creatures, underwent a strange mutation.

They were no longer limited to changing their appearance.

They learned to imitate.

By enduring attacks, analyzing the opponent's ability operation routes, and then simulating them using their own energy system.

This was a quite perverted survival skill.

When the Tyrant Demons hit them, they imitated the Tyrant Demons' defense and strength.

When the gale winds blew them, they imitated the cutting trajectory of the gale winds.

They engraved these abilities into their genes, becoming a part of their own system.

The Tyrant grinned and laughed.

This was interesting.

"Let them out." The Tyrant ordered.

The gate opened.

Two hundred scarred but fierce-looking monsters rushed out of the Gladiator Cage.

The Tyrant didn't let them idle.

It ordered these monsters to leave the basin and go to the surrounding Wasteland to propagate.

After producing offspring, bring them back to the basin to continue being ravaged by the Tyrant Demons.

Round and round.

Under the catalysis of the [Life Propagation Tide Card].

The propagation speed of these monsters was also terrifying.

Hundreds of mutated Demon Vultures nested on the cliffs. Thousands of Thousand-faced Bone Fish laid eggs in the Underworld River.

Some of the newly born larvae inherited their parents' mutated genes.

As soon as they were born, they possessed the ability to imitate and engrave.

The larvae were sent back to the basin.

The Tyrant Demons had new toys.

Slaughter, evolution, propagation.

Thousands, tens of thousands.

By the thirtieth year.

The number of these mutated monsters had neared the one hundred thousand mark.

One hundred thousand mutated creatures mastering the ability to imitate consumed an astronomical amount of blood and tumors every day.

No matter how rich the resources of the Central Basin were, they couldn't withstand such unbridled consumption.

The Tyrant sat under the Demon Tree, looking at the mutated army below, feeling a bit of a headache.

These guys were getting harder and harder to kill.

Now a Platinum Rank Tyrant Demon, facing a dozen Platinum Rank mutated Demon Vultures.

If it wasn't careful, it would be injured by the combined attack tactics imitated by the opponent.

The purpose of training the troops had been achieved.

Keeping them any longer was just a waste of its own rations.

The Tyrant stood up.

The power of heaven and earth erupted.

One hundred thousand mutated monsters were lifted by an invisible force and thrown directly outside the borders of the Central Basin.

"Get lost."

The Tyrant's voice exploded in their minds.

"Go back to where you came from."

The one-hundred-thousand-strong army landed on the Wasteland.

They raised their heads and let out roars.

The mutated Demon Vultures spread their wings and soared into the sky. Tens of thousands of bats gathered into a black cloud, obscuring the sky.

The mutated Bone Fish and Liquid Metal Crabs followed the tributaries of the Underworld River and dived into deep water.

The transformation of the Sky and Ocean races officially began.