63: Chapter 63: The Queen Mother Descends Twice! A Major Qualitative Change Occurs Among the Dark Gold Insect Race.

Lin Yuan's consciousness returned to reality, his vision darkening.

"Creation Extraction" had continuously stripped away negative traits, leaving his mental strength on the verge of exhaustion.

He collapsed to the floor, blood gushing from his nostrils.

He didn't waste time checking his physical condition.

He groped his way to the desk, grabbed his tactical board, and connected to the military trading network.

He entered the "Mental Nourishment" section.

"Silver Grade · Soul-Condensing Fluid"

Effect: Refined using high-purity Linglan crystals, supplemented with Star Sea Soothing Grass.

Gently repairs the sea of consciousness dried up by mental overdraft. Requires deep sleep after consumption.

Price: 6 million faith points.

It was perfect for his current condition.

The reality reception chamber lit up, and the teleportation array pattern appeared.

A glass vial containing a soft silver-white radiance fell into his palm.

Lin Yuan bit open the cap and drained the Soul-Condensing Fluid in one gulp.

Cool energy flowed down his throat into his abdomen, then transformed into wisps of gentle mental energy that merged into his dried-up sea of consciousness.

He pulled over a blanket, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep instantly.

The molting period had begun.

The only thing he could do now was wait.

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Within the Divine Domain.

The Time Acceleration Card and the Breeding Card took effect simultaneously.

Silver temporal turbulence transformed into visible ripples, enveloping the entire Wasteland basin.

The flow of time in the Divine Domain became severed from the main world.

One second in the outside world was stretched into several days and nights here.

At the same time, the green radiance erupted from the Gold Grade Breeding Card.

Following the trajectory of the temporal turbulence, it permeated every inch of the carbonized crystalline crust.

The green light ignored the red-green interlaced radiation storms and the dark purple pollen drifting across the sky.

It was injected precisely into the bodies of all surviving creatures.

Breeding frenzy, fully erupted.

The Abyssal Blood Living-Metal Tyrant Demon in the center of the basin, the Demon Vulture in the sky, the Bone Fish at the bottom of the water, the Liquid Metal Crab in the mire...

All species fell into a ten-year-long period of frenzied mating under the stimulation of the green light.

There was no reason, only the most primitive instinct for expansion transmitted from deep within their genes.

The biological base exploded exponentially within ten years.

The twenty thousand Tyrant Demons multiplied to hundreds of thousands.

The affiliated species broke through the million mark frequently.

However.

In this breeding frenzy.

The first to undergo a qualitative hierarchy change and rewrite their racial destiny.

Was that group of marginalized bottom-tier creatures — the "Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Race."

At the outermost periphery of the Divine Domain.

Ten million tons of "Magic Insect Corpse Landfill" piled up into rolling black mountain ranges.

The soil emitted a pungent, rotten stench, mixed with shriveled poison glands and broken insect gene sequences.

For other species, this was disgusting trash.

But for the Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Race, it was the perfect treasure trove of food.

Hundreds of thousands of insects, half a meter long and covered in dark green metal carapaces, dove headfirst into the landfill.

Feeding.

Feeding frenziedly.

They opened their mouthparts, which were covered in metal barbs, and swallowed large mouthfuls of the black soil mixed with rotten flesh and genetic fragments.

As the landfill entered the insects' bodies, their stomach acid churned violently.

Their originally inferior gene chains were forcibly shattered during the devouring process, fusing with the incomplete sequences of higher-order insects.

Their bodies expanded. Carapaces shed and reorganized.

The green breeding radiance enveloped the entire landfill mountain range.

The satiated insects mated and laid eggs deep in the dark underground.

In the first month, one million.

In the first year, three million.

In the third year, the swarm population broke through eight million.

The entire ten-million-ton-level landfill mountain range was hollowed out from within, transforming into a complex, giant insect nest.

Millions of Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Race swarmed through it.

By the tenth year.

The breeding frenzy reached its peak. The insect population officially broke through seventeen million.

The ten-million-level base finally allowed this inferior species to touch the threshold of evolution.

A qualitative change occurred in the core nest deep underground.

Millions of strong Worker Insects and Soldier Insects.

Transported all the purest energy substances and incomplete cores of high-order insects from the landfill to the core nest.

They no longer fed blindly, piling the resources together.

Then, they collectively spat out high-concentration neuro-miasma, melting them into a pool of mysterious purple original liquid.

Millions of insects prostrated on the ground, emitting rhythmic pheromones.

They were sacrificing, waiting.

The original liquid began to boil, and two giant black insect eggs slowly took shape within it.

Crack.

The insect egg on the left cracked first.

A giant insect with an extremely bloated body, over ten meters in length, crawled out.

It had no strong limbs, nor sharp mouthparts.

Most of its body was occupied by a translucent egg-laying sac.

The Zerg Mother.

It stripped the entire swarm of its breeding rights.

From the moment it was born, millions of insects lost their reproductive ability.

All gene integration, evolutionary deduction, and offspring breeding were concentrated in it alone.

It was a tireless breeding machine.

Immediately after, the insect egg on the right shattered.

An insect only one meter long, but with an extremely slender figure and full of streamlined, violent aesthetics, stood up.

It shed the insect's originally bloated, multi-legged arthropod structure, its whole body covered in a layer of silver exoskeleton like battle armor.

The proportions of its torso and limbs were very similar to a human's, but two arm blades, half a meter long, popped out from its forearms.

With a gentle wave, it sliced the surrounding rocks to pieces.

In its long, smooth compound eyes, there was no innate chaotic bloodlust of the insect race.

Only the coldness and absolute rationality brought by high intelligence.

The Zerg King.

He was not responsible for breeding.

His existence had only one purpose.

To command the swarm, plan evolutionary routes, and carve out a path of survival for the race in the cruel Wasteland.

The Mother handled internal affairs, the King handled external affairs.

The Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Race had officially completed its hierarchical solidification.

The thirteenth year.

The ten million tons of Magic Insect Corpse Landfill were completely consumed.

Although the Divine Domain was covered in a large amount of wild-growing "Ash Spore Mushroom," it was enough to maintain the basic life of the swarm.

But this vegetarian diet could not provide the energy required for the continuous evolution of millions of insects.

The craving for high-level flesh deep within their genes drove them.

They surged out of the underground nest, a dense black insect tide covering the outermost periphery of the Divine Domain.

No longer satisfied with gnawing on the mushrooms on the surface.

The insect tide turned its direction, pointing its greedy mouthparts toward the Central Basin of the Divine Domain.

There, there was a sea of blood, a demon tree emitting fatal temptations, and abundant flesh.

Millions of insects moved their arthropods, preparing to charge.

A dark golden afterimage descended from the sky, smashing heavily in front of the insect tide.

Boom!

The crystalline crust shattered.

The Zerg King stood up straight slowly.

He raised his dark golden arm blades and let out an extremely sharp, high-frequency hiss.

The hissing sound was mixed with the pressure of command.

The hundreds of thousands of Soldier Insects charging in the front froze in place instantly.

Their arthropods trembled, not daring to take another step forward.

The Zerg King turned around, his compound eyes gazing at the distant Central Basin.

In his vision, that area was shrouded in a dense storm of red and green.

The canopy of the Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree obscured the sky, and the scattered purple pollen danced in the air.

The Netherworld Dead Water turned into a wide moat, with terrifying Bone Fish emitting death energy swimming at the bottom.

Deeper inside were those monsters covered in black liquid metal, as huge as hills.

The aura of slaughter emanating from them was enough to make the Zerg King feel suffocated from hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

The Zerg King knew very well that the millions of the insect tide only looked large in number.

Once they charged into that basin, they would only be slaughtered one-sidedly as food.

He waved his arm blades, decapitating two Soldier Insects that tried to disobey orders and move forward.

Green bodily fluid sprayed out.

Absolute suppression.

The Zerg King released pheromones, issuing a brand-new order.

"Stop the march toward the center. Build an insect network on the spot."

Millions of insects immediately changed direction.

They began to dig frantically into the carbonized crust, using the strong acid they secreted to soften the rock layers.

At the very edge of the Divine Domain, they constructed a massive underground tunnel network surrounding most of the Wasteland.

They completely retracted their defensive line, avoiding the sharp edge of the central area.

The food problem remained unsolved.

The Zerg King stood on a mountain ridge, his gaze locked on the other three directions at the edge of the Divine Domain.

Three Wasteland radiation towers, hundreds of meters high, stood there.

After absorbing one hundred thousand tons of "highly concentrated Nether Uranium ore slag," these three radiation towers became veritable death landmarks.

The tower bodies shone with gloomy light.

The red and green radiation storms they spewed were mixed with pure black Nether Uranium rays.

The black rays swept across the land, and the air twisted.

The Zerg King sensed that radiation power capable of destroying everything and smelled the opportunity to force his genes to mutate.

If he didn't evolve, he would be eliminated by the monsters in the center.

The Zerg King raised his arms.

Pheromones spread through the underground network to the millions of insect troops.

Order issued: "Charge, target, radiation tower."

Every day, the Zerg King selected five hundred thousand bottom-tier Worker Insects and the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

Driven by the Soldier Insects, the five hundred thousand insects.

Left the underground network and sprinted toward the radiation tower.

Stepping into the outermost periphery of the radiation zone.

The red-green storm mixed with poisonous gas swept over.

The insects' proud metal carapaces developed mottled rust, and their mouthparts were corroded by the poison gas.

They did not stop.

Continuing to penetrate deeper, they stepped into the middle zone.

The wandering black Nether Uranium rays swept across the swarm.

No explosions, no screams.

The insects hit by the black rays had their hard carapaces instantly carbonized and shattered.

Their flesh and blood were vaporized under the extremely terrifying high-energy radiation, turning into pools of viscous solution.

Hundreds of thousands of insects melted in patches under the radiation tower in just over ten minutes.

These melted insect solutions seeped into the deepest part of the earth's veins through the cracks in the dry, carbonized crust.

The earth's veins surged, becoming nutrients for the Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree.

Death at the edge, nourishment at the center.

On the first day, five hundred thousand insects were wiped out.

On the second day, another five hundred thousand were sent to charge, and they died again.

The third day, the fourth day...

For three full months.

The Zerg King ruthlessly executed the "cannon fodder" strategy.

Punctually driving massive numbers of his own kind to their deaths.

The number of tens of millions plummeted under this consumption.

If they couldn't adapt, they could only serve as solution to nourish the earth's veins.

Until the fourth month.

A charge echelon of five hundred thousand stepped into the inner ring of the radiation zone.

The sky full of black Nether Uranium rays fell.

Large numbers of insects collapsed in the rays.

At a distance of less than one hundred meters from the bottom of the radiation tower.

Three insects with smaller bodies and eerily gray-black carapaces survived.

The Nether Uranium rays hit them without causing their bodies to collapse.

The gray-black carapaces on their bodies absorbed part of the radiation energy, blooming with a faint black fluorescence.

They survived the death trap of mutation.

Their gene sequences successfully completed their initial adaptation to the Nether Uranium rays amidst destruction and reorganization.

The Zerg King stood on a mountain far away, his compound eyes shrinking.

He captured the faint pheromones emitted by the three surviving individuals.

The Zerg King's figure turned into a silver lightning bolt, rushing into the field against the outer radiation storm.

He ignored the melting kin around him.

He used his arm blades to pick up the three dying surviving insects and retreated to the underground nest.

The King arrived at the core incubation chamber without any obstacles.

He threw the three mutated insects in front of the Mother's flesh sac.

The Mother opened the split on her flesh sac and swallowed them in one gulp.

Gene extraction. Deconstruction. Fusion.

Three days later.

The Mother twitched violently and laid ten thousand giant insect eggs with black spots.

These eggs contained the first generation of anti-radiation gene fragments.

The King did not let these eggs hatch in the safe nest.

He personally issued the order.

The Zerg King watched these eggs and gave the command.

Large numbers of Soldier Insects stepped forward, carrying the gray-green eggs.

They did not place the eggs in the safe incubation room, but dug a tunnel to the bottom of the radiation tower along the underground network.

The Soldier Insects endured the high-intensity radiation and stacked this batch of brand-new eggs directly under the radiation tower.

After laying down the eggs, the Soldier Insects could not withstand the underground radiation erosion and melted into solution one after another.

The old bodies perished in the radiation, and new life was conceived in the nuclear dead land.

Under the direct penetration and irradiation of the Nether Uranium rays, the eggs began to hatch.

The survival rate was less than one percent.

Out of ten thousand eggs, only ninety-plus new insects finally hatched.

But these ninety-plus new individuals possessed pure black Nether Uranium carapaces the moment they were born.

Not only could they be immune to radiation rays within a five-mile range, but they even opened their spiracles.

Actively absorbing free Nether Uranium energy to strengthen the neuro-miasma they spat out.

The King brought these ninety-plus first-generation mutated insects back to the nest.

Fed them to the Mother again.

Extraction, fusion, breeding.

A new batch of eggs was transported and buried deep in the area three miles from the radiation tower.

Hatching, death, survival.

Devouring again, breeding again.

Generation after generation of iteration.

During this hundred-year closed period completely out of the god's control, this group of insects at the very bottom of the Wasteland.

Was using a near-self-destructive method to raise their racial ceiling.

The number of insects that died under the tower could no longer be counted.

But in that endless sea of corpse water.

A brand-new swarm of insects, bathed in Nether Uranium rays and mastering destructive miasma, was rapidly taking shape in the shadows.

Time acceleration continued.

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