24: Chapter 24: The military issues useless cannon fodder cards, which are then transformed into self-destructing divine skills.

The salon ended in a heavy atmosphere.

Lin Yuan logged out of the virtual network and took off his helmet.

This exchange of information was truly valuable.

If Chu Yunxuan hadn't tipped him off in advance, and they suddenly received combat orders a month later, many people might not even have had time to prepare supplies.

Over the next few days, the entire Third Middle School fell into a strange, oppressive silence.

Rumors gradually spread, and panic permeated the civilian students.

It wasn't until five days later that the homeroom teacher, Teacher Lei Yan, officially announced the news.

On the podium.

Teacher Lei Yan was wearing a full set of dark alloy battle armor.

The pressure of a demigod was released without reservation, suppressing all the whispering among the students below.

"Shut your mouths, all of you!"

Teacher Lei Yan's voice boomed in the classroom, "Why are you crying? Scared of death? If you're scared of death, why the hell did you awaken a Divine Domain? Just go to the logistics farm and plant sweet potatoes!"

He swept his gaze over every young and terrified face.

"The Federation has raised you for eighteen years, not to let you play house in virtual pods."

"Abyssal Monster might tear through the defense line at any moment and rush into Jiangcheng, chewing your families into meat paste."

Teacher Lei Yan slammed the lectern heavily: "To prevent you bunch of rookies from dying the moment you land and losing face for Third Middle School, the military has issued a basic welfare package to all students participating in the war."

"Now, check your terminals!"

Lin Yuan looked down and tapped the God Terminal on his wrist.

[System Notification: You have received military-approved strategic supplies.]

[Item Name: E-grade Legion Skill Card — Blood Link]

[Effect Analysis: After activation, it can forcibly link the vitality and pain nerves of your believers. When one of them suffers fatal damage, the damage will be distributed equally among the rest. Duration: Thirty minutes.]

[Market Valuation: 400,000 faith points (Wartime controlled material, trading prohibited)]

A burst of suppressed gasps sounded in the classroom.

Four hundred thousand faith points!

The military was definitely bleeding heavily this time.

With this card, many originally fragile output-type clans could forcefully withstand fatal area damage on the battlefield, greatly increasing their survival rate.

Everyone was rejoicing at having an extra trump card for self-preservation.

Lin Yuan looked at the description on the card, but felt no waves.

What basic welfare.

What bleeding heavily.

This was a cannon fodder card through and through.

How terrifying was the attack intensity of an Abyssal Monster; would a hundred ordinary believers splitting the damage really help?

The result would only be that everyone would be simultaneously seriously injured and lose combat capability, only to be wiped out by the monster in one go.

The only purpose of the military issuing this card was to let these low-combat civilian student believers stand on the defense line for a few more minutes and consume a round of the monster's stamina.

Using the believers' lives to fill the gaps in the defense line.

Squeezing the value of the cannon fodder to the last drop of blood.

Teacher Lei Yan looked at the excited students below, his lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

He had also retired from the front line; he knew the cruel truth of this card better than anyone.

But he couldn't expose it; this was the iron law of the Federation.

"Class dismissed. For this month, push yourselves to the limit in simulations. If anyone dares to slack off before the descent, I will personally cripple you!"

After Teacher Lei Yan left, the atmosphere in the classroom became lively.

Some let out a long sigh, collapsing into their chairs as if they had grasped a life-saving straw.

Some held their terminals, reviewing the detailed data of [Blood Link].

Lin Yuan sat in the back row by the window, his expression unchanged.

He tapped the terminal, looking at the legion skill card floating on the light screen, deep in thought.

For ordinary gods, this was just a delay card for cannon fodder.

But for Lin Yuan, it was different.

The fourth racial trait of the goblin: Acid Self-Destruct.

If hundreds or even thousands of goblins in a low-health, near-death state were forcibly bound together with [Blood Link]...

This linking force would forcibly hold onto their last breath, allowing them to maintain extremely high movement speeds even in a severely injured state.

These human bombs could rush into the center of the densest formation of Abyssal Monster without hesitation.

Then, they only needed to cut the link.

Bang!

Hundreds or thousands of bronze-high-tier units would trigger [Acid Self-Destruct] simultaneously.

The terrifying corrosive power and explosive shockwave stacked together—forget about bronze-tier monsters, even a silver-tier leader would melt into a puddle of mush in an instant.

After Lin Yuan went offline, he sat cross-legged on his bed.

With a flip of his wrist, the [Blood Link] card appeared in his palm.

"Extract."

A dark golden light shot out from between Lin Yuan's eyebrows, turning into dozens of rule chains that pierced into the card.

"Crack."

The card shattered, turning into dots of light in the sky.

Two dark golden chains dragged a fist-sized bronze-colored ball of light, slowly drifting down in front of Lin Yuan.

[Notification: Rule ignored, extraction successful!]

[You have obtained a bronze-grade conceptual entry: Scarlet Link.]

[Entry Effect: Bestow upon target clans. After activation, it can establish a life-sharing link with clansmen within a radius of 500 meters. In the linked state, pain is shielded, and injuries are shared. The caster can actively cut the link at any time.]

Lin Yuan looked at the entry ball of light before him, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink.

A feeling of weightlessness arrived.

The next second, Lin Yuan's consciousness floated in the ashen sky of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

Below, 50,000 Abyssal Blood Obsidian Goblin were gathering in the dark red basin.

The vines hanging from the Abyssal Carrion Tree pulsed constantly, producing fresh meat cocoons.

The goblins tore at the flesh, emitting low roars.

Lin Yuan opened the Divine Domain operation panel.

Extract the entry, next is to bestow it.

But he glanced at the cost of bestowing, and his brow furrowed.

[Bestowing a bronze-grade entry to a single believer costs 10 faith points.]

50,000 goblins; if he bestowed it on all of them, it would require a full 500,000 faith points.

Lin Yuan glanced at his account balance.

He only had a little over 200,000 faith points left in total.

Loading it for everyone would mean immediate bankruptcy.

Lin Yuan's fingers slid through the void, quickly changing his strategy.

Since he couldn't equip everyone, he would take the elite route.

His gaze locked onto the giant shadow standing five meters tall in the center of the basin, its back covered in dark golden patterns—the Tyrant.

Then, he screened for another 2,000 goblin leaders who had reached the bronze nine-star level, had the most massive physiques, and the most combat experience.

"You guys will do."

Lin Yuan selected these 1,001 targets and clicked bestow.

[Deducted 10,010 points.]

Lin Yuan flicked his finger.

The bronze-colored light ball in his palm exploded, turning into over a thousand scarlet streams of light, sinking into the bodies of the Tyrant and the goblin leaders.

"Roar!"

The Tyrant stood up from beside the blood pool.

It raised its head and let out a deafening roar.

On its chest, a complex scarlet array pattern emerged.

Immediately after, the same array pattern lit up on the chests of the 1,000 goblin leaders.

Visible blood-colored energy threads quickly formed and connected between them.

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, his divine voice exploding in the minds of the Tyrant and the 2,000 leaders.

"Engrave this power into the bones of your tribe. Teach them."

The oracle descended.

The Tyrant raised its head, its scarlet eyes looking toward the sky, and struck its chest heavily...

Next, Lin Yuan witnessed the unique, hardcore teaching method of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

There was no gentle guidance, nor any array diagrams.

The Tyrant stepped out, rushing into the goblin crowd.

It stretched out its millstone-sized sharp claws, casually grabbing two ordinary goblins that were gnawing on meat cocoons.

"Bang! Bang!"

The Tyrant didn't waste any words, squeezing with both hands.

The sound of bones breaking rang out; the two goblins sprayed a mouthful of black blood, the bone armor on their chests shattered over a large area, and they were beaten into a near-death state.

The surrounding goblins surrounded them excitedly, emitting bloodthirsty roars.

Just as the two goblins were about to breathe their last, the scarlet array on the Tyrant's chest lit up.

Two blood-colored chains shot out, piercing into the bodies of the two near-death goblins.

The two goblins, who had already been on the verge of death and were about to trigger [Acid Self-Destruct], suddenly stiffened.

The Tyrant's massive vitality poured back in through the chains.

The shattered bone armor of the two goblins stopped bleeding; they stood up again, their pupils filled with blood color.

The Tyrant cut the chains.

The two goblins fell heavily to the ground, falling into weakness again.

But this brief experience had already crudely engraved the operational route of [Scarlet Link] into their muscle memory.

The 2,000 goblin leaders followed suit.

They rushed into their own clan teams, grabbed low-tier goblins, and gave them a beating.

Beat them to low health, activate the link, forcibly sustain their lives, and then disconnect.

The entire Wasteland basin soon turned into a large-scale brawl scene.

Screams, the sound of breaking bones, and angry roars intertwined.

The Piranha at the bottom of the Styx were so scared that they all burrowed into the silt.

The vultures circling in the sky increased their flight altitude by hundreds of meters, fearing they would be affected by the chaotic battle below.

Lin Yuan watched for a while, then stopped paying attention.

The law of the Wasteland was survival of the fittest.

Since the Tyrant could handle this, he didn't need to intervene too much.