67: Chapter 67: Taking advantage of the big boss's seclusion to raid his base? A swarm of millions of insects breaks through the ground and plunders!

Silver temporal turbulence flowed silently on the periphery.

In the blink of an eye to the outside world, a hundred years of earth-shattering changes had passed within.

The fourth century began.

After a hundred years of nourishment from millions of sub-trees, the fundamental laws of the Wasteland underwent a thorough reconstruction.

In the center of the Central Basin, the dark red Blood Abyss Sea continued to expand.

The climate in the sky became stable.

The lead-gray heavy metal toxic clouds no longer drifted aimlessly, fixing themselves at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

The wraith magnetic storms and the bone-chilling wind eyes moved along fixed pressure belts.

The solidity of space had increased several times over.

A full-force strike from an ordinary Bronze-tier creature could not even produce a sonic boom in the air.

The far north, a volcanic cluster.

Inside the main crater, elemental lifeforms composed entirely of black toxic fire crawled out of the magma.

"Calamity Fire Spirit"

After a century of gestation, this strange species, born from Lin Yuan's creative will and a massive amount of negative traits, had officially surpassed six thousand in number.

They lacked vocal organs and relied solely on the resonance of the toxic fire cores within their bodies to communicate.

In the center of the Central Basin. The Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree towered into the clouds, obscuring the firmament.

The Tyrant Demon stood alone on a thick branch at the very top of the demon tree.

It stood over twenty meters tall. Its entire body was covered in naturally formed law patterns.

It had long since broken through the Platinum-tier barrier.

The Tyrant Demon's dark golden slit pupils overlooked the Wasteland below.

The profound influence brought about by the reconstruction of the laws could only be truly felt by someone at its rank.

This world was transforming, and the gene sequences within its body were also evolving.

The Tyrant Demon raised its head and emitted a low roar that shook the entire Divine Domain.

The sound pierced through the storm, entering the minds of every high-level Tyrant Demon.

The command was issued.

Within the basin, the top fifty thousand elite Tyrant Demons ceased all movement.

They were all peak Gold-tier combatants who had comprehended dual sequences.

After receiving their leader's command, this group of elite Tyrant Demons walked silently toward the Blood Abyss Sea.

They stepped into the viscous dark red seawater, allowing the blood water to submerge their heads.

They sat cross-legged on the seabed, and the liquid metal armor on their bodies entered a dormant state.

Closing their eyes, they began to use the transformation of the laws of heaven and earth to comprehend higher-level laws to complete their advancement.

Another portion of the elites walked toward the star spirit gene monolith, leaning against its base, and fell into a deep sleep.

The Tyrant Demon withdrew its gaze.

It turned, facing the dark golden tree gall on the main trunk of the demon tree that radiated intense energy fluctuations.

The Tyrant Demon extended its claws and tore open the woody layer on the surface of the tree gall.

It stepped inside.

The tree gall closed rapidly.

The ceiling of the Divine Domain's combat power, along with fifty thousand core elites, collectively went into seclusion.

The Central Basin fell into a rare state of tranquility.

There were no earth-shattering sounds of slaughter, only the slow circulation of the Abyssal spirit energy.

The border of the Divine Domain. Beneath the rolling mountain ranges lay a complex network of underground passages.

The Zerg King stood atop the highest mountain peak.

Its compound eyes gazed at the territory beneath its feet.

It had been ten whole years.

In the past three hundred years, the Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Race had completed an incredible racial iteration.

They were no longer those bloated insects that could only crawl on the ground and be slaughtered.

The new generation of the insect race maintained a body length of about one meter.

Their bodies were covered in a layer of pure black Nether Uranium carapace.

This carapace was not only hard but also completely immune to all radiation erosion within the Divine Domain.

The three radiation towers standing on the outskirts of the Wasteland, which spat out Nether Uranium rays, had once been death landmarks that buried millions of the insect race.

Now, the new generation of Soldier Insects laid their eggs directly in the slag at the base of the radiation towers.

After the larvae hatched, they treated the deadly slag as their first meal.

The radiation towers had completely become toys in the Zerg's backyard.

The resources at the border were extremely scarce.

There was no nourishment from the Blood Abyss Sea, and no blessing from the star spirit gene monolith.

But the Zerg King still managed to raise an army of ten million here.

This was all thanks to the sub-trees of the demon tree scattered across the border.

The Abyssal spirit energy spat out by the sub-trees, as well as the occasionally dripping nutrient solution, secured the Zerg's resource baseline.

The mother body laid eggs tirelessly in the underground nest.

The King was responsible for eliminating the weak, concentrating limited resources on the strongest individuals.

The Zerg King stood in the wind.

The antennae on its head trembled slightly, sensing the aura from the distant Central Basin.

It did this every day.

For ten years, it had repeatedly confirmed.

That terrifying aura that had pressed down on the heads of all creatures, making it feel a shudder deep within its genes, had completely disappeared.

Not only that strongest monster, but also the ten thousand auras in the center of the basin had all vanished.

The monsters of the central plains had fallen into a long slumber.

A tyrannical light flashed in the Zerg King's narrow compound eyes.

Even if the other side was asleep, it would never touch the Central Basin.

This was self-knowledge engraved in its genes.

Sending ten million Zergs there would just be providing fertilizer for the mother tree.

However, the resources at the border were too barren.

The nutrients provided by the sub-trees were insufficient to support the next round of evolutionary deduction for the ten-million-strong army.

It had to go out and plunder.

It couldn't chew the hard bone in the center.

But it was confident about the birds in the sky and the fish in the water.

The Zerg King raised its arms.

Half-meter-long dark golden arm blades popped out from its forearms.

It raised its head and emitted a high-frequency hiss that pierced the clouds.

This hiss traveled along the insect nest network, spreading to every corner.

Attack.

The earth began to tremble.

From the cracks in the carbonized crust, an endless black torrent surged out.

Ten million Zergs broke through the ground.

They simultaneously spread the membrane wings on their backs.

The high-frequency vibration sounds converged, overpowering the howling of the bone-chilling wind eyes in the sky.

The insect swarm took to the sky.

Target.

The sky battlefield beneath the heavy metal toxic clouds, and the Styx surrounding the Divine Domain.

The plundering war officially began.

In the sky, four hundred thousand [Black Gold Blade-Feather Demon Vulture]s were circling.

They had just finished a battle with the Bone Blade Bats and were preparing to land and rest.

A dense, impenetrable black cloud suddenly rose from the ground below.

This was a long-planned sneak attack, and the insect swarm split into two.

Five million Soldier Insects charged straight into the sky.

The distance closed.

The Demon Vultures recognized these former food sources.

Tens of thousands of Demon Vultures folded their wings, relying on gravity to accelerate, and dove into the insect swarm.

Their metal wings unfurled; although the Black Gold carapace of the new generation of insects was extremely hard, under the violent kinetic slashes of the Demon Vultures, countless Soldier Insects were still sliced into fragments in the air.

Black-gold severed limbs and toxic blood fell like rain, but the Zerg did not care about pain or death at all.

Hundreds of insects threw themselves desperately at a single Demon Vulture.

Even if cut in two, they used their membranes and amputated limbs to tightly grip the neck and claws of the Demon Vulture.

The spiracles on the insects' heads opened.

Highly concentrated toxic miasma sprayed out, sticking directly onto the Demon Vulture's eyes and respiratory tract.

This toxic miasma had been tempered by the radiation towers for a hundred years, and its toxicity was extremely fierce.

The Demon Vulture let out a shrill scream.

Its eyeballs began to carbonize, and black pus oozed from the roots of its metal feathers.

Its body stiffened in mid-air, falling straight toward the ground.

The insects did not let go, falling along with the Demon Vulture.

During the fall, they opened their barb-filled mouthparts, frantically tearing at the Demon Vulture's flesh.

In just one encounter, tens of thousands of Demon Vultures were dragged to the ground.

The Demon Vulture flock panicked.

They tried to gain altitude and escape into the heavy metal toxic clouds above.

But the number of the insect swarm was too great.

Five million Soldier Insects formed a three-dimensional encirclement net in mid-air.

Using their numerical advantage, they blocked all paths of retreat.

One Demon Vulture after another was poisoned and torn apart.

Night fell.

The Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bats swarmed out from the depths of the clouds.

They sensed the rout of the Demon Vultures and prepared to reap the benefits.

Hundreds of thousands of bats opened their mouths, releasing high-frequency infrasound waves.

The invisible infrasonic net covered the insect swarm in the sky.

The carapaces on the insects' bodies vibrated violently.

But the Zerg King had long since prepared a countermeasure.

The moment before the infrasound waves struck, a highly viscous gray-green gel secreted from the joints of all the Soldier Insects' carapaces.

The gel covered their entire bodies, forming an excellent sound-absorbing buffer layer.

The infrasound waves hit it, their power reduced by sixty percent.

Having withstood this wave of attacks, the Soldier Insects vibrated their membrane wings, pushing against the aftermath of the infrasound waves, and charged toward the bat flock.

They did not compete with the bats in speed.

Hundreds of thousands of insects connected head-to-tail in mid-air, forming long chains of insects.

The insect chains swung, directly entangling the bats' wide bone-blade wings.

Toxic miasma sprayed, mouthparts tore.

The Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bats fell from the high altitude like dumplings.

At the same time, on the banks of the Styx.

Another five-million-strong insect army arrived at the riverbank.

They did not enter the water.

The Zerg King knew very well that fighting in stagnant water was a huge weakening of its own advantages.

The Worker Insects lined up on the bank.

Opening their mouths, they frantically spat the strong acid venom stored in their bodies into the stagnant water.

The high-concentration venom spread rapidly in the shallow water, reacting chemically with the original stagnant water, forming patches of boiling zones.

The Oscillating Liquid Metal Crabs and Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish at the bottom of the water were enraged.

Large numbers of Liquid Metal Crabs surfaced, brandishing giant pincers carrying death energy, and crawled onto the bank, preparing to clear out these reckless insects.

What greeted them was a charge of an ocean of insects across the mountains and plains.

The crab pincers swung, crushing hundreds of insects into debris with every strike.

The bone fish leaped out of the water, their flying blades like meteors, plowing paths of blood through the Zerg.

The water-bank battlefield also turned into a meat grinder.

The Zerg paid nearly a million casualties to barely secure victory in this battle.

The Zerg King stood on high, watching all this with indifference.

It did not order a total extermination; the counterattacks from the sky and ocean had also pushed the insect swarm to its limit.

The plundering war lasted for three days and three nights.

When the goal was achieved, the Zerg King emitted a hiss for retreat.

The insects on the battlefield stopped their attacks one after another.

They had a clear division of labor.

The Soldier Insects stood guard on the perimeter, while the Worker Insects stepped forward, carrying the corpses of the Demon Vultures, the wings of the bats, and the severed pincers of the Liquid Metal Crabs.

The million-strong insect swarm, carrying piles of spoils, quickly retreated into the underground network.

Only a mess was left on the ground, along with the stunned remnants of the sky and ocean forces.

The once lowest and weakest insects.

Relying on a hundred years of forbearance and astonishing reproductive iteration, they had viciously bitten off a piece of fat from the middle class.

Inside the underground nest.

The mother body devoured the high-tier flesh and blood that had been seized, and the speed of egg-laying accelerated once again.

The genes of the new generation of insects began to integrate certain excellent segments from sky and aquatic organisms.

The next evolution of the Zerg began.

The real world. Villa secret room. Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Deep in his eyes, a flicker of dark golden divine light flashed by.

The violent aura of having just broken through to the second turn of the Demigod stage was gradually calming down within his body.

After exhaling a long breath of stale air, he frowned slightly.

"Something is not right."

Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

He reached out to check the condition deep within his divine soul.

The river of War Faith that had poured back into his sea of consciousness had not dried up because he had broken through to the second turn.

On the contrary, its flow had become even larger, and its purity had reached an outrageous level.

What surprised Lin Yuan even more was that he could actually feel the condensed aura of laws within this river of faith.

It was the scent of the world's origin self-sublimating.

"The fundamental laws of the Wasteland have been purified?"

Lin Yuan frowned and said, "No, not purified, they have directly advanced."

"Who on earth did this to trigger such an exaggerated transformation of laws?"

"Did the Tyrant Demon lead the way and cause trouble in there? Forcing that group of big shots to mutate?"

"Or could it be that the Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree sucked dry all that abyssal tai sui meat and broke through directly to the Transcendent tier?"

Several thoughts flashed through Lin Yuan's mind.

Because the light cocoon of time acceleration was still there, he could not descend his consciousness to check the specific situation.

But no matter what changes occurred inside.

The power of faith could not be faked.

Those dependents who grew stronger through slaughter and iterated through plundering, were using their evolution to raise the life level of him, their creator.

Lin Yuan felt relieved.

No matter how they fought inside, as long as the meat was cooked in the pot, it was fine.

Since his dependents were so capable, how could he refuse a feast delivered to his doorstep?

He had originally planned to consolidate his second-turn realm, but now it seemed that breaking through to the third turn would be no problem at all.