20: Chapter 20: Will the Feudal Clan Go Bankrupt Due to Swine Fever? I'll Teach You a Hellish Method of Raising Gu!

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, overlooking his territory.

A few Obsidian Goblins, having eaten and drunk their fill, charged into the Black Blood Drill Ground while brandishing bone blades amidst the roars of the Tyrant.

As soon as they stepped inside, the bronze array markings on the ground of the drill ground lit up.

A layer of pale, bony heavy armor covered the surface of the goblins' bodies.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and without any hesitation, they swung their butcher knives directly at their own kin.

Severed limbs flew about, and black blood splattered everywhere.

Lin Yuan watched this scene, his eyes devoid of any ripples.

Currently, the main combat unit on land, the [Obsidian Goblins], had already taken shape.

But this was not enough.

"It is time for the second major drill."

Just as Lin Yuan was preparing to switch back to reality to open the Pantheon Trading Network, the divine terminal on his wrist suddenly vibrated.

Caller ID: Fatty Wang.

As soon as he answered, a holographic projection popped up.

Fatty Wang's fat face, which occupied most of the screen, was scrunched up, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Yuanzi! Help! I'm going bankrupt!" Fatty Wang wailed the moment he spoke.

"My E-rank [Meat Pig] clan caught the Abyssal Swine Flu from somewhere last night."

"Half of them collapsed this morning, all twitching and foaming at the mouth in the pen. The breeding card I bought for fifty thousand is about to go extinct before I even hear a peep!"

Fatty Wang was pacing in circles, anxious: "I checked the mall; a tube of [Special Anti-Plague Potion] costs twenty thousand faith points."

"The loans I took out were all poured into infrastructure. My pockets are cleaner than my face right now. If they all die, I'll have to spend the rest of my life mining to pay off my debts!"

Watching his best friend's breakdown, Lin Yuan's tone was very calm: "How many have died so far?"

"Over three hundred have already stopped breathing, and the remaining thousand-plus are all sickly, lying on the ground without moving."

"Listen to me, don't buy any anti-plague potions." Lin Yuan's voice was steady, "Chop up all those dead pigs in your divine domain. Mix the blood and meat into the feeding troughs and feed it to the sick pigs that are still alive."

In the holographic projection, Fatty Wang froze.

He blinked his mung bean-sized eyes, thinking he had misheard: "Yuanzi, are you serious? That's the meat of pigs that died from the plague! Isn't this just accelerating the infection?"

"The logic of the virus is simple: if they survive, it's evolution; if they don't, they are fertilizer."

Lin Yuan looked at him, enunciating every word, "Eating the meat of their own kind will cause the survivors' stomach acid and immune systems to automatically restructure. They will naturally produce the most effective antibodies."

"Those who can't hold on wouldn't have survived anyway. Those who can will become immune to all poisons and turn into war pigs. This is called natural selection," Lin Yuan added.

Fatty Wang gasped, his fat trembling.

"Holy crap..." Fatty Wang swallowed hard, his gaze toward Lin Yuan changing, "Yuanzi, this isn't pig farming, you're f***ing breeding Gu."

"Capitalists would cry after hearing this, and even the King of Hell would have to offer you a cigarette. But... it seems to make sense?"

"High-end antibodies often only require the most primitive method of immunization." Lin Yuan hung up the communication, "Go do it, they won't die."

After dismissing Fatty Wang, Lin Yuan exited his divine domain, sat upright on his bedroom bed, and opened the black market mall of the Pantheon Trading Network.

There were still 220,000 faith points left in his account.

He typed into the search bar: bottom-tier aquatic organisms, high reproductive rate, extremely high adaptability.

The list refreshed.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept quickly, ignoring the high-quality sea creatures that cost tens of thousands of points.

He locked onto a few trash species that no one wanted.

[F-rank Bone-Rotting Piranha]. The lowest-tier scavenger of the abyss, useless except for having good teeth capable of biting through steel. Low intelligence, highly prone to cannibalism. Ten thousand, priced at three thousand faith points.

[Unranked Toxic Algae]. A plant that grows in abyssal toxic swamps. It crazily absorbs nutrients from the water and releases toxic gas. It severely damages water quality, causing ordinary aquatic creatures to suffocate and die. One hundred thousand, priced at two thousand points.

[F-rank Abyssal Mud Crab]. A gregarious creature, the size of a washbasin, with a hard shell. Likes to lurk in the silt, feeding on carrion and feces. Slow-moving, with no offensive magic. Fifty thousand, priced at ten thousand points.

Checkout, payment.

For less than twenty thousand points, a set of bottom-tier aquatic food chain, which could be described as foul-smelling, was assembled.

Apart from Wasteland and toxic-type divine domains, normal deities wouldn't dare to raise this kind of bottom-tier trash; raising them would just pollute the water source.

After buying the fish, he needed water.

Ordinary groundwater would be evaporated by the fire poison in the Wasteland in less than half a day.

Lin Yuan entered [Acidic Netherwater] in the materials section.

This is a type of groundwater with corrosive properties and weak paralytic toxins, often used for disposing of corpses.

Spending thirty thousand faith points, he bought five hundred thousand tons of Abyssal Waste Liquid.

His consciousness descended into the divine domain once again.

Lin Yuan hovered high in the air, pressed his two fingers together, and made a swipe toward the scorched earth on the periphery of the basin.

"Rumble!"

The earth trembled, and the hard rock layers rolled outward under the cutting force of his divine power.

A great rift valley, about a hundred meters wide and dozens of kilometers long, formed around the basin, resembling a hideous scar.

Spatial rifts opened above the rift valley.

Five hundred thousand tons of Abyssal Waste Liquid poured down like a torrential rain, crashing heavily into the bottom of the valley.

The Wasteland Divine Domain now had its first river.

Lin Yuan waved his hand.

One hundred thousand Toxic Algae fell into the water first.

Upon encountering the toxic liquid, they took root and propagated as if they had met sweet rain after a long drought.

A layer of ink-green toxic miasma quickly rose on the water surface.

Subsequently, five thousand Mud Crabs were tossed into the bottom of the river.

They quickly burrowed into the silt, devouring the sediment at the bottom of the water.

Finally, ten thousand Bone-Rotting Piranhas entered the water.

The water surface boiled.

These starved Piranhas began biting everything around them as soon as they entered the water.

With no food, they bit the Toxic Algae and the tails of their own kind.

The black river water churned, kicking up tragic splashes of blood.

Lin Yuan watched the slaughter in the Styx with cold eyes.

The Toxic Algae absorbed the fire poison from the waste liquid, the Piranhas gnawed on the Toxic Algae and their own kind, and the Mud Crabs cleaned up the bones at the bottom of the water.

He now had both water and land.

All that was left was the sky.

Lin Yuan opened his terminal again and searched for flying units.

The requirements remained clear: omnivorous, gregarious, and able to resist poison.

His gaze locked onto two products.

[F-rank Demonized Vulture]. A scavenger, with an extremely keen sense of smell, able to smell the scent of blood from several kilometers away. Cruel in nature, likes to attack solitary prey in groups. Three thousand, priced at fifteen thousand points.

[F-rank Blood-Sucking Poison Bat]. Nocturnal, carries the Abyssal Rabies virus. Astonishing bite force, injects paralytic toxins while sucking blood. Two thousand, priced at twenty thousand points.

"Purchase."

The account balance shrank rapidly.

Lin Yuan tossed them out casually.

Three thousand massive Demonized Vultures flapped their wings and flew out.

As soon as they emerged, they were attracted by the blood aura emitted by the Abyssal Carrion Tree, circling in mid-air and letting out harsh, unpleasant screeches.

A few bold vultures dove down, attempting to peck at the flesh sacs on the vines.

Before they could even get close.

A few goblins darted out from the blood pool below, and with a swift slash of their blades, they cleaved the vultures in two.

The vultures' carcasses fell into the blood pool and melted instantly.

The remaining vultures were so scared they immediately gained altitude, only daring to circle above the mountain of corpses, scavenging the broken bones left over by the goblins.

The two thousand Blood-Sucking Poison Bats were much smarter.

They avoided the area of the Abyssal Carrion Tree, flapped their leathery wings, and flew toward the dark iron mine cave on the side of the Black Blood Drill Ground, hanging upside down on the dark rock walls.

Thus.

Vultures flying in the sky, goblins running on the ground, and Piranhas swimming in the water.

The three-dimensional oppression of the Wasteland, covering sea, land, and air, was fully maxed out.

The entire Wasteland Divine Domain had turned into a meat grinder where even the air was filled with slaughter and toxins.

Any foreign creature that fell into this place would be instantly chewed to pieces.

Lin Yuan took a look at his account.

The original huge sum of three hundred thousand was now less than one hundred thousand points.

Money doesn't breed offspring if you just keep it.

Lin Yuan switched back to the regular card section, his gaze sweeping over the auxiliary card category, and locked directly onto the intermediate tier.

[Intermediate Time Hourglass Card].

[Effect: Forcibly distort the time flow rate of the divine domain. Duration: 55 natural years of the divine domain.]

[Price: 50,000 faith points.]