229: Chapter 229: I Laugh at the Short-Lived Demon's Tale

Deep within the Worm King's compound eyes, countless information fragments rapidly flashed past.

Among the various ethnic groups in the entire Wasteland Divine Domain, the Zerg were never known for individual brute strength.

Speaking of physique, a single punch from a Tyrant Demon of the Central Basin could shatter a mountain.

Speaking of destruction, a Calamity Fire Spirit of the Extreme North could summon the burning karma fire with a wave of its hand.

The Zerg were able to reproduce and grow on this cruel continent by relying on their brains, endless calculations, and forbearance.

Back then, the goal set by the Worm King was very clear: secure second place while striving for first.

To achieve this purpose, it bore the risk of ethnic extermination and forcibly gave birth to a special branch known as Formless Source Insects.

To obtain the karma fire authority of the Extreme North, it took the initiative to approach that group of hot-tempered Fire Spirits and offered harsh conditions of a one-for-three-hundred trade.

The Zerg sent out massive amounts of low-tier flesh and blood to act as fuel in exchange for the karma fire tempering of the Fire Spirit Clan.

As thousands of years passed, this seemingly unequal trade...

Under the Worm King's precise manipulation, evolved into a thorough genetic erosion.

The Fire Spirits of the Extreme North tasted the sweetness.

The input of massive Zerg flesh and blood caused the reproduction speed of the Fire Spirit Clan to skyrocket by several times.

The originally crowded and narrow volcanic cluster could no longer accommodate the surging clansmen, forcing the Fire Spirits to expand their territory outward.

In order to digest this batch of delivered rations faster...

The Fire Spirit elders even took the initiative to increase the release intensity of furnaces constructing sky-burning furnaces one after another on the edge of the scorched earth.

They no longer hid their flaws, unreservedly venting their Origin power.

The Fire Spirits thought they had taken full advantage, little knowing that this was precisely the situation the Worm King most wanted to see.

Fierce fires refine true gold.

Under the even more violent karma fire incineration, the adaptation speed of the new generation of Formless Source Insects became faster and faster.

The first generation of source insects required hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries to barely give birth to a single karma fire mutant.

By now, for every ten thousand source insects stepping into the scorched earth, more than half could walk out alive.

Generation after generation of genetic alternation, generation after generation of life-and-death screening.

The resistance sequences within the source insects stacked layer upon layer, accumulating a foundation so deep it was frightening.

They not only successfully immunized themselves against the burning of the karma fire, but even conversely extracted the violent traits of the Fire Spirits, evolving a destructive thermal energy that belonged exclusively to the Zerg.

The power of the Fire Spirit Clan had already been mostly thoroughly comprehended by the Zerg.

But this was far from enough.

The Worm King turned its head, its compound eyes piercing through layers of the Void Realm, looking towards the distant Central Basin.

That place was the true heart of the Wasteland Divine Domain, and also an insurmountable mountain hanging over the heads of all ethnic groups.

The Violent Demon Clan.

Back then, it was the strong rise of the Violent Demon Clan that forced the entire Zerg race to migrate and retreat to guard the New Continent.

That humiliation of being crushed by absolute power was deeply engraved in the Zerg's genetic memory.

For thousands of years, the Worm King had always maintained extreme dread towards the Central Basin.

It strictly ordered the insect swarms under its command to stay away from the central region, and dared not easily entertain any ideas about the Tyrant Demons.

The genes of the Tyrant Demons were too overbearing.

What was even more fatal was that the Violent Demon Clan monopolized the million-meter-tall End Mother Tree.

Enjoying the densest Law light rain and devouring the highest-tier living flesh husks.

As early as when invading the other world, that old madman of a tyrant had already stepped into the Epic Tier.

Now, decades later, no one could say for sure how many Epic Tier old monsters had been born in the Central Basin.

If the Worm King lost its mind and mobilized the nearly two billion Zerg army to launch a frontal attack on the peripheral Tyrant Demon groups, there would be only one result.

The high-tier combat power of the Violent Demon Clan would pour out in full force, cooperating with the terrifying coercion of the End Mother Tree to directly hammer the two billion insect swarms into flesh mud covering the earth.

Hard-on-hard collisions were the worst strategy.

But now, the situation had undergone a subtle change.

After devouring the massive Origin of the Blood Crow Divine Domain, the area of the Wasteland Divine Domain skyrocketed.

The population of the Violent Demon Clan increased accordingly.

In order to compete for living space and Mother Tree resources, the Violent Demon Clan inevitably expanded outward.

With the Central Basin as the core, the territory of the Tyrant Demons spread wildly towards the peripheral areas like ripples in circles.

The stronger the Tyrant Demon and the purer its Bloodline, the more it could occupy the core inner ring close to the Mother Tree.

Those weaklings who failed in the inner ring struggles, or the new generation born not long ago, could only be forced to migrate to the most desolate areas on the absolute periphery.

Regarding these clansmen exiled to the periphery, the high-ranking Tyrant Demons of the Central Basin simply did not care at all.

The Tyrant Demons advocated the absolute Law of the jungle; dying outside meant one's skills were inferior, and surviving to kill back to the inner ring was true ability.

This laissez-faire attitude allowed the Worm King to sniff out an unprecedented military opportunity.

"Opportunity has arrived."

This thought flashed through the Worm King's mind.

For thousands of years, the Zerg did not dare to provoke the Tyrant Demons because the Tyrant Demons were as solid as an iron plate, gathering closely together within the old divine domain.

Now, a large number of isolated Tyrant Demon individuals had appeared on the periphery.

These Tyrant Demons had broken away from protection, and lacked the ready support of high-tier Epic-level old monsters.

This was a genetic treasure trove delivered right to their doorstep!

As long as they could hunt down isolated Tyrant Demons and extract their flesh, blood, and liquid metal fluids,

allowing the Formless Source Insects to complete a brand-new adaptation targeting the Tyrant Demons' traits.

The Zerg's strength would surely usher in yet another terrifying leap!

Without the slightest hesitation, the Worm King's royal antennae trembled, issuing the highest directive deep into the main hive.

Deep within the main hive, insect cocoons entirely constructed from bones slowly split open.

Slender and eerie figures crawled out from the mucus.

The Formless Source Insects with three adaptations were all at the Diamond Tier in grade.

The Formless Source Insects with four adaptations emitted an authentic Transcendent Tier coercion.

They restrained their entire aura, their figures freely converting between reality and illusion.

Silently slipping into the underground fissures, they lurked toward the Tyrant Demon territory on the periphery of the divine domain.

Every few days, fixed-point elimination, eroding genes.

The Worm King calculated this scheme extremely well.

...

In the extreme western land of the divine domain, a black-and-red tributary of the Styx meandered and flowed.

This place was a full several hundred thousand miles away from the Central Basin; pitch-black bubbles floated on the surface of the Styx, and the water flow was bone-chillingly cold.

Splash!

The river water surged, and a massive entity with a size exceeding fifty meters was comfortably lying on its back in the middle of the riverbed.

This was a young Tyrant Demon.

It grew two ferocious heads, four robust arms sprouted from beneath its ribs, and its body surface was covered with a thick layer of dark gold liquid metal.

Floating in the surrounding river water were a large number of torn limbs and broken arms.

Dozens of blind Diamond Tier Oscillating Liquid Metal Crabs, along with a few Transcendent Bone Fish attempting a sneak attack, had all turned into scraps of shredded meat floating on the water's surface.

None of them managed to break through the surface skin of this Tyrant Demon before being ground into meat paste by the fists swung by the Tyrant Demon.

The remaining aquatic creatures that survived by lucky chance were long since frightened to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, scrambling to flee towards the lower reaches of the Styx without even daring to turn their heads back.

"Roar..."

The left head of the young Tyrant Demon let out a comfortable snort, while the right head lazily yawned.

The ultimate Death Qi contained in the Styx drilled into its body along its pores, continuously scouring its liquid metal body.

This bone-chilling coldness not only failed to make it feel uncomfortable, but instead stimulated the armor on its body surface to emit bursts of metallic luster.

Comfortable.

Too comfortable.

The Tyrant Demon comfortably squinted its four crimson eyes, its massive body swaying slightly with the river current, almost falling asleep on the spot.

As a new-generation Tyrant Demon that had just been born a little over a week ago, its growth speed could be called terrifying.

Relying on plundering the remains of its own kind and devouring peripheral resources, it rushed to the Diamond Peak in an extremely short period of time.

Although in a recent territory battle, it was sent flying with a single punch by a three-headed, six-armed Transcendent Tier old Tyrant Demon,

and forced to surrender its territory in the old divine domain, drifting to this godforsaken Styx tributary.

But this young Tyrant Demon was not discouraged in the slightest.

In its dictionary, there was simply no such word as "despair".

The Violent Demon Clan was born for battle.

So what if it was driven to the absolute periphery?

Although the Death Qi here was a bit mediocre, its advantage lay in peace and quiet, without those old fellows coming over every day to snatch food.

The Tyrant Demon raised an arm, catching a wisp of water vapor drifting from the river surface, and began to fantasize uncontrollably in its mind.

It directly imagined the cold Styx beneath its body as that boundless Blood Abyss Sea of the Central Basin.

"When I achieve a Breakthrough to the Transcendent Tier..."

Excited light flickered in the Tyrant Demon's eyes.

"No, the Transcendent Tier is still not enough; I want to rush to the Transcendent Peak!"

"At that time, I will directly slaughter my way back to the Central Basin, kick over that old bastard who snatched my territory with one foot, and twist its head off to kick around like a ball!"

"I want to openly and aboveboard soak into the deepest part of the Blood Abyss Sea, drinking the purest Spiritual Qi crystals and eating the highest-tier flesh husks every day!"

The more the Tyrant Demon thought about it, the more excited it became, rolling its massive body over in the river water and stirring up monstrous waves.

Its ambition did not stop there; the Transcendent Peak was merely the starting point.

It also wanted to impact the Epic Tier!

Once it stepped into the Epic Tier, it would be able to obtain the qualification to enter the End Mother Tree.

Moving into the high-and-mighty Sumeru world interior and enjoying fivefold time acceleration.

At that time, it would be able to stand beside that legendary ancestor,

Lord Tyrant's side!

Becoming the fiercest and most capable number-one warrior under Lord Tyrant!

Wherever Lord Tyrant pointed, it would fight.

Whoever dared to disobey would be directly smashed to pieces with a single punch!

"Roar! Hahahaha!"

The young Tyrant Demon couldn't help but laugh wildly, its four arms hammering heavily against its chest, emitting the clanging sound of gold and iron.

It seemed to have already seen the day when it would rule over the divine domain and receive worship from all races.

When Shan Hui's emotions were excited to the extreme while immersed in these grand ambitions,

ripples arose in the surrounding Void Realm.

The Styx water, which had just been flowing endlessly, suddenly stagnated its flow.

The Death Qi in the air was completely evacuated.

The Tyrant Demon's laughter abruptly ceased.

The four eyes on the two heads contracted simultaneously, and the liquid metal armor all over its body, driven by instinct, gathered at its double fists.

Danger!