65: Chapter 65: Using Insect Soldiers as Soccer Balls? A Hardcore Wasteland World Cup!

The real world.

"Holy crap!"

On the large bed, Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his muscles were tense, and dark golden divine power surged across the surface of his skin.

He pressed against his throbbing temples and gasped for air.

Too intense.

Deep within his divine soul, a dark golden river formed from pure War Faith was crossing dimensional space, relentlessly pouring into his mind.

This power of faith was absurdly massive.

It was ten, a hundred times more violent than the feedback he received when he last advanced to a demigod!

His physical body was being reshaped, and his divine soul was expanding.

Lin Yuan endured the throbbing pain in his mind, closed his eyes, and mobilized his mental power, attempting to enter the Wasteland Divine Domain to check the situation.

As soon as his consciousness touched the divine domain, a powerful repulsive force directly bounced his consciousness back.

The periphery of the divine domain was wrapped in a thick layer of silver light cocoon.

Time turbulence shuttled across the surface of the light cocoon, isolating all external interference.

The effect of the Time Acceleration Card was still ongoing.

Lin Yuan glanced at the digital clock on the wall.

From the time he took the Soul Condensing Liquid and fell asleep, only six hours had passed in reality.

"Six hours have passed, but at least two hundred years have passed inside." Lin Yuan quickly calmed down.

Being unable to enter the divine domain meant the out-of-control period had not yet ended.

However, judging from this torrent of faith that was several times more vigorous than his last advancement to a demigod, the development inside the divine domain was going exceptionally well.

Lin Yuan stopped overthinking and sat cross-legged.

He guided the rampaging dark golden divine power within his body to circulate along his meridians.

The cultivation barrier of the peak of the first-turn demigod began to shake violently under the impact of this vast War Faith.

Lin Yuan focused all his attention, launching an assault towards the realm of the second-turn demigod.

...

Wasteland Divine Domain, the third century.

The red and green intertwined radiation storms still raged in the sky, and extreme weather occurred in turns.

In the center of the basin, the dark red Blood Abyss Sea churned ceaselessly.

The vibe here was completely different from other places.

The lives of the Tyrant Demons were now quite comfortable.

Thanks to the fact that the first generation were all elites who had been baptized by the Rain of the Prophet.

The new generation of Tyrant Demons started at the early Silver rank the moment they were born.

Their bodies were either covered in Titan outer armor as thick as a mountain or flowed with the light-devouring black radiance of the Shadow Lurker.

Their intelligence was extremely high.

After two hundred years of reproduction, the total number of Tyrant Demons had reached eight hundred thousand without any suspense.

This number was the result of the leader, the Tyrant, strictly guarding and intentionally controlling them.

No matter how rich the resources were, they could not withstand endless squandering.

The Tyrant had extremely high intelligence and knew the hidden dangers brought by the expansion of the race.

Therefore, it established an unbreakable iron law.

All newborn Tyrant Demons must enter the [Endless Slaughter Gladiator Cage].

Only individuals who survived a hundred death matches in the gladiator cage and stepped over the corpses of their own kind were qualified to enter beneath the star spirit gene monolith.

To receive the soaking of the Blood Abyss Sea and conduct higher-level sequence enlightenment.

After a century of Endless Slaughter, hundreds of thousands of Tyrant Demons died in the gladiator cage.

Their flesh and blood were recovered by the magic trees, and their resentful souls and remains were completely absorbed by the gladiator cage.

This building, which had transformed from the Black Blood Drill Ground, welcomed another advancement.

The slaughter gale became completely materialized, turning into black wind blades capable of easily cutting through Silver-rank armor.

The internal space of the gladiator cage folded again, enough to accommodate two hundred thousand Tyrant Demons for a melee at the same time.

Survival of the fittest.

Despite the extremely high elimination rate, the number of surviving Tyrant Demons remained extremely large.

The entire core area of the basin simply could not hold eight hundred thousand Tyrant Demons.

Around the Blood Abyss Sea in the center of the basin, only the most elite fifty thousand Tyrant Demons could be accommodated.

These fifty thousand Tyrant Demons were all beings who had comprehended both the Titan and Shadow Lurker sequences.

They were the Tyrant's direct guard and also the ceiling of combat power for the entire divine domain.

As for the remaining seven hundred thousand plus Tyrant Demons.

They were ruthlessly driven out of the basin by the Tyrant and scattered across various regions of the divine domain.

With plenty of food and drink, they did not have to worry about resources.

There were no foreign enemies invading, and they had a fixed place for internal death matches.

This group of metallic tough guys with nowhere to vent their energy began to find fun in the Wasteland.

In the extreme north, the volcanic belt.

Around the [living casting mother nest], tens of thousands of massive Titan Violent Demons gathered.

They lined up and walked to the metal gut under the Mother Nest.

The Mother Nest let out a roar and expelled blocks of dark black high-energy metal.

The Tyrant Demons grabbed the metal blocks, stuffed them into their mouths, and made crunching chewing sounds.

This was their daily meal.

After finishing these high-order metal embryos, the living liquid metal inside the Tyrant Demons began to boil.

Power overflowed, and they needed to vent.

Dozens of Titan Violent Demons walked to the edge of the crater.

They looked at the churning dark black magma below, as well as the continuously gathering geothermal pressure, their eyes flashing with reckless excitement.

A 7-meter-tall Titan Violent Demon beat its chest and jumped straight down.

It did not soak in the magma but manipulated the liquid metal, like a big turtle, to get firmly stuck in the narrowest eruption channel of the crater.

"Roar!"

The other Tyrant Demons saw this, their eyes lit up, and they all jumped down one after another.

They used liquid metal to fuse with each other, forcibly forming a "human metal plug" dozens of meters thick in the crater.

The pressure of the magma eruption gathered, and the thousands of degrees of high temperature and toxic gas raged beneath them.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The liquid armor cracked under the great power of the earth.

Sparks sprayed from the seven orifices of the Tyrant Demons, yet they still pressed down desperately, emitting excited laughter.

Finally, the geothermal pressure reached a critical point.

"Boom—!!!"

With a loud bang, the entire volcano erupted.

Dozens of Titan Violent Demons acting as plugs were blown thousands of meters into the sky along with the sky-high magma column.

In the sky, many Tyrant Demons were blown to pieces in mid-air, with broken hands and feet, and even their lower bodies missing.

But they didn't care at all; their incomplete bodies slammed into the crystalline ground like meteorites.

Those Tyrant Demons who were blown up with only half a head and half a crotch left were laughing wildly while spitting out magma smoke from their mouths.

The liquid metal inside their bodies squirmed rapidly, and within ten minutes, the broken limbs grew back again.

They patted their newly grown metal thighs and ran back toward the crater happily.

Besides using volcanoes as sky cannons.

There were also some Tyrant Demons who set their sights on the [Black Gold Blade-Feather Demon Vulture] in the sky.

A lone Demon Vulture circled at low altitude, looking for food.

On the ground, a Shadow Abyssal Demon flashed and melted into the shadows.

The next second, it appeared directly on the back of the Demon Vulture.

The Tyrant Demon held the Demon Vulture's neck tightly with both hands and clamped its legs.

The Demon Vulture let out a terrified screech, flapping its wings frantically, trying to shake off the uninvited guest on its back.

It performed various high-difficulty rolling maneuvers in the sky, even rushing toward the heavy metal toxic clouds.

The Shadow Abyssal Demon was not afraid at all; it opened its mouth and let out an excited howl.

It enjoyed the thrill of racing on the edge of life and death, treating this fierce Demonized Vulture as a private mount.

This scene fell into the eyes of several Titan Violent Demons on the ground.

The Titan Violent Demons looked up, watching their companion going for a joyride in the sky, stomping their feet in anger.

They wanted to fly too.

A Titan Violent Demon set its sights on a low-flying Demon Vulture.

Both legs exerted force at the same time, leaping into mid-air, pouncing toward the Demon Vulture.

Unfortunately, the Demon Vulture reacted extremely quickly.

It made a side slide, avoiding the pounce of the Titan Violent Demon.

The Titan Violent Demon pounced into empty air, slamming heavily onto the ground, creating a deep pit.

There was no help for it; the Titan Violent Demon's strength and defense were maxed out, but its agility and stealth were far inferior to the Shadow Abyssal Demon.

Their massive size and earth-shattering movements could be detected by the Demon Vulture from kilometers away, and it would have flown away long ago.

The Titan Violent Demons simply couldn't catch a live one.

If they forced it with brute strength, they often failed to control their force, directly crushing the Demon Vulture into a pile of meat paste.

Holding a dead bird's corpse, they couldn't fly at all.

Looking at the Shadow Abyssal Demon still circling arrogantly in the sky.

Several Titan Violent Demons looked at each other, a trace of brutality flashing in their eyes.

They walked to the path the Demon Vulture must take and waited quietly.

When the Demon Vulture flew past at low altitude carrying the Shadow Abyssal Demon.

"Boom!"

Several Titan Violent Demons attacked at the same time.

They used liquid metal to condense several thick metal spears and threw them directly into the sky.

The spears sealed off all the Demon Vulture's escape space.

The Shadow Abyssal Demon saw that the situation was bad and immediately turned into shadows to escape.

The Demon Vulture couldn't dodge in time, was hit in the wing by the spears on the spot, and fell to the ground with a scream.

Several Titan Violent Demons immediately rushed up and surrounded the Shadow Abyssal Demon that had just revealed its form.

"Roar!" (What kind of status do you think you have, using the same mount as me!)

A Titan Violent Demon swung its sandbag-sized fist and smashed it into the face of the Shadow Abyssal Demon.

The Shadow Abyssal Demon was not to be outdone, immediately condensing two metal blades to counterattack.

Several Tyrant Demons wrestled into a ball on the ground, living metal cutting against each other, sparks flying everywhere.

They did not use fatal moves; this was purely a street brawl to vent excess energy.

The surrounding Tyrant Demons saw this scene, gathered around one after another, and roared loudly to cheer.

This kind of drama happened in every corner of the divine domain every day.

Besides catching Demon Vultures, the Tyrant Demons also developed various hardcore entertainment activities.

In the mountains at the very edge of the divine domain.

Under the leadership of the Insect King, the insect race built an underground network and rarely moved on the ground.

But there were always some bottom-level Soldier Insects with not-so-good brains that would lose their way and crawl out of the ground.

A group of wandering Tyrant Demons discovered these large cockroaches that were over half a meter long and covered in metal shells.

They didn't eat these bugs but discovered a new way to play.

A Tyrant Demon raised its foot and kicked hard.

"Bang!"

An unlucky Soldier Insect was kicked into the air, drawing a parabola.

Another Tyrant Demon jumped high and butted it hard with its head.

The Soldier Insect spun a few times in the air and landed in the hands of the third Tyrant Demon.

They treated these hard bugs as soccer balls.

Hundreds of Tyrant Demons divided into two teams and launched an intense "Wasteland World Cup" on the crystalline ground.

The Soldier Insects flew back and forth under the feet of the Tyrant Demons, their shells kicked until they were dented and cracked, spraying green toxins.

But this toxin had no effect on the Tyrant Demons at all, only making them kick more enthusiastically.

Not far away, by the Styx.

A dozen Tyrant Demons were playing tug-of-war with the [Oscillating Liquid Metal Crab] underwater.

They used liquid metal to condense a thick long rope, tied one end to their waists, and threw the other end into the stagnant water.

The Liquid Metal Crab underwater clamped the long rope tightly with its giant pincers.

The Tyrant Demons on the shore and the Liquid Metal Crab underwater exerted force at the same time.

The stagnant water churned, and mud and sand flew.

If the Tyrant Demons lost, they would be dragged into the stagnant water to receive the baptism of death energy and corrosion.

If the Liquid Metal Crab lost, it would be dragged ashore and become an extra meal for the Tyrant Demons.

The entire Wasteland Divine Domain was filled with the rough and barbaric cheers of the Tyrant Demons.