27: Chapter 27: Chainsaw Rampage! A Savage Harvest Shocks Military Bosses!

General Raymond's voice had just faded when blue array patterns lit up on the ground of Starport Plaza.

Dimensional traction beams.

The military's strategic-level teleportation matrix.

The consciousness and Divine Domain coordinates of over two thousand high school seniors were forcibly seized and bound.

Beams of energy shot into the sky, enveloping everyone.

At the same time the students were being teleported, space slightly distorted in mid-air above the Starport high platform, and a dozen holographic projections appeared one after another.

They had no physical bodies, only remotely projected consciousnesses.

Yet, the law fluctuations emitted by each phantom made the True God-level officers responsible for security below lower their heads slightly.

High-ranking officials from the Federal Military Region, special observers from top academies, and helmsmen of Jiangcheng's top conglomerates.

The Thunder Legion Commander, responsible for the Jiangcheng defense zone, stood at the edge of the high platform, pointed at the corporate executives behind him, and sneered:

"Gentlemen, for this year's promising talents in Jiangcheng, the rules remain the same. Whoever offers the most resources gets the person."

"But there is one ironclad rule: in wartime, these individuals must unconditionally obey the military's conscription and fill the defensive lines."

A corporate executive wearing a tailored suit with a "Starsea Biotechnology" badge on his chest toyed with a piece of high-grade source crystal in his hand, his tone casual:

"As long as there is potential, even a commoner who can't afford a meal, Starsea can use resources to smash him into a True God."

"The military wants people; we provide money and equipment. It's mutually beneficial."

The observer from the top academy beside him was noncommittal, casting his gaze toward the holographic projection screen that had risen in the center of the plaza.

"Then let's see how long these little ones can survive in the real Abyss."

...

After a dizzying sensation of being torn apart.

Lin Yuan's feet landed on the hard ground.

The desolate dark red land, the sky filled with terrifying spatial rifts.

The dense Abyssal Monster energy almost condensed into tangible black mist, eroding everything around it.

This was the "Shattered Continent" captured by the military.

There was no safety protection mechanism like in the simulation pods; the air was filled not only with smoke but also with a pungent bloody scent and extremely dangerous law pollution.

Ordinary gods descending here must constantly consume divine power to maintain a shield.

Otherwise, their physical bodies would be assimilated by the demonic energy within minutes, growing deformed tumors.

But Lin Yuan did not raise a shield, and there was no discomfort in his eyes.

Because his physical body was strong, and his own Wasteland Divine Domain was inherently deformed, this place had little effect on him.

"The environment is not bad."

Lin Yuan raised his hand, divine power surging.

The space in front of him suddenly split open, and a dark red Divine Domain passage a hundred meters high descended.

No hesitation, no testing.

Accompanied by deafening roars, the sound of metal trampling came from the depths of the passage, merging into a dull thunder.

The first to step out of the passage was a Tyrant, five meters tall, back covered in dark gold patterns, holding a two-meter-high heavy shield and a giant chainsaw sword.

Immediately after, a black torrent of steel flooded into the Shattered Continent.

Fifty thousand Abyssal Blood Obsidian Goblins.

All of them were high-grade Bronze.

Their bodies were covered in pale, bony heavy armor, their left hands held pitted but dark-shining broken tower shields, and their right hands held crazily roaring individual-powered chainsaw swords.

On their chests, scarlet array patterns faintly pulsed.

Bloodthirsty red light danced in their eyes as they breathed in the demonic energy on this continent.

"Spread out the formation."

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, issuing his divine decree.

"With the Tyrant as the core, initiate a flesh-and-blood advance. Shred everything alive within your field of vision."

"ROAR——!"

Fifty thousand human-meat grinders pulled their chainsaw sword engines simultaneously.

The metallic roar completely drowned out the hissing of the Abyssal Monsters in this area.

Killing machines, fully operational.

...

Starport Plaza.

On the giant holographic projection screen floating in mid-air, thousands of small screens were divided to display the combat situation of all candidates in real-time.

On the far right of the screen was a point leaderboard.

The assessment rules were simple and brutal: kill monsters, obtain Abyssal magic cores, and the system automatically converts them into points.

Just five minutes into the start, the rankings on the leaderboard began to change drastically.

"Look! Su Yueying's points are soaring so fast!" someone among the guarding soldiers exclaimed.

The largest main screen automatically locked onto the current first place.

In the image, Su Yueying was in silver armor, hovering in mid-air.

Below her, tens of thousands of high-grade Bronze six-winged Holy Light Angels formed a tight battle formation.

Dazzling holy light supported a pure land on the dim Abyssal Continent.

The angels brandished longswords burning with holy flames.

Wherever they passed, swarms of low-grade monsters didn't even have time to scream before being turned into ashes under the purification of holy laws.

Invincible, an overwhelming crush with no suspense.

Following closely in second place was Chu Yunxuan.

His Divine Domain kin were a highly mechanized semi-mechanical magic wolf legion, plus thousands of pure elemental Thunder Spirits.

Laser cannon arrays combined with violent thunder spells tore a huge opening in the defensive line, blasting a large number of monsters into minced meat.

Third and fourth place were also genius children of several large conglomerates.

Some used dragon legions, others drove high-grade undead.

Gorgeous skill light effects flashed in every screen.

The corporate executives on the high platform nodded one after another, talking to each other in low voices, their eyes full of admiration.

In contrast, the situation in the dense small screens below the screen was tragic.

Many commoner students who held a passing mentality and shrank into the ten-square-kilometer protection zone upon landing.

Desperately discovered that the protection zone could not stop the monsters' craving for flesh and blood.

Endless Abyssal magic dogs and venomous spiders charged at the edge of the protection zone.

A male student's Orc kin had just made contact with the defensive line when they were pounced on and torn to pieces by several Bronze-grade Abyssal magic dogs.

The boy's face turned pale in reality, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The system determined that his kin's casualties exceeded the threshold and forcibly ejected him from the battlefield.

White light flashed constantly, and the eliminated were teleported back to the Starport, collapsing on the ground and wailing.

The cruelty of war was vividly displayed.

Just as the bigwigs on the high platform were preparing to focus their attention on the top ten geniuses.

The executive from the Starsea conglomerate suddenly gave a soft exclamation.

He let go of the source crystal in his hand, his fingers sliding rapidly on the holographic control panel in front of him.

He dragged a screen that was originally in the corner, but whose ranking was soaring at an eerie speed, to the center and enlarged it.

"Everyone, look at this." The Starsea executive narrowed his eyes.

General Raymond and several military observers followed his movements.

The screen enlarged.

An extremely savage, bloody, and primitive visual impact rushed toward them.

No elegance of holy light, no gorgeousness of magic, and no precision of high-tech weapons.

In front of them were thousands of Black Iron-grade [Corpse Dogs].

This kind of monster was extremely fast, with claws and teeth carrying strong corpse poison; it was a nightmare for newcomers.

But in front of these Goblins, the charge of the Corpse Dogs was like hitting a city wall covered in iron thorns.

"BANG!"

A Corpse Dog leaped high.

Before it could pounce on the Goblin's face, it was heavily struck in the forehead by a thick, battle-damaged tower shield, its skull shattering.

A roaring power chainsaw sword poked out from behind the shield.

"VROOM——SQUELCH!"

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The Corpse Dog, along with its body, was split in two by the chainsaw sword from the middle.

Black filth and internal organs splashed onto the Goblin's bone armor, but made a "hissing" corrosive sound.

The surface of the Goblin's bone armor actually secreted a layer of even stronger acid, directly neutralizing the corpse poison!

"Continue the advance!"

Lin Yuan's cold voice came from the screen.

Fifty thousand Goblins marched with uniform steps, holding up their shields, waving their chainsaw swords, and crushed through the colony of Corpse Dogs.

Not a single monster could leave behind a complete corpse. The ground was full of rotten meat sawed into pieces.

This extremely hardcore, brutal, and even somewhat sanity-draining method of slaughter.

Formed an extremely strong visual contrast with the holy purification on Su Yueying's side.

A military observer frowned slightly, his body leaning forward involuntarily.

"What's this kid's name? What kind of race is under his command? They can actually be immune to the Corpse Dog's poison, and their physical strength is astonishingly great."

"Look at this energy fluctuation... a full fifty thousand high-grade Bronze?"

"Lin Yuan. A commoner student from the Third High School, who awakened the F-grade talent Wasteland Descent, and was the first in the Divine Domain simulation defense battle a month ago." An assistant next to him quickly called up the information and reported.

"Wasteland? Nonsense! Whose Wasteland can raise such monsters?"

The military observer stared at the weapons in the hands of the Goblins on the screen, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

"And... why does the equipment on these creatures look a bit familiar?"

"Those corrosion holes on the shields, and that old engine structure... isn't this the batch of scrapped garbage that the Seventh Star Sector just eliminated to the black market last month?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several knowledgeable bigwigs on the high platform were stunned.

Scrapped garbage?

Are you kidding me!

Whose scrapped garbage can saw through a monster's skull in one stroke without jamming at all.

"Interesting. Very interesting." He licked his lips. "Go check this kid out. If he can come out alive, I want to see him in person."