68: Chapter 68: Oh no, the Zerg leader is drunk!

In the fourth century of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

Underground nest.

The fat Zerg mother body lay limp on a flesh sac.

Surrounded by piles of metallic wings from Demon Vultures, the corpses of Bone Blade Bats, and the severed giant pincers of Liquid Metal Crabs.

Tens of thousands of Worker Insects formed a long line, continuously delivering this high-grade flesh into the mother body's mouthparts.

The mother body chewed voraciously, its stomach acid churning.

Gene extraction, sequence recombination.

"Hiss—"

The mother body let out a roar, and the egg-laying sac at its tail twitched at high frequency.

Giant insect eggs covered in black-gold patterns poured out.

The Zerg King stood on the rock wall nearby, his silver exoskeleton refracting a ghostly light in the dim underground.

His narrow compound eyes stared intently at this batch of newborn insect eggs.

Crack.

The egg shattered.

A newborn-generation Soldier Insect, reaching a body length of 1.5 meters, crawled out.

His appearance had undergone a heaven-and-earth transformation.

The Nether Uranium carapace on his body surface became lighter and tougher.

The Soldier Insect opened his mouth, and deep within the mouthparts that were originally covered in barbs, an extremely complex bony resonance cavity had appeared.

This was the infrasound organ of the Bone Blade Bat.

Not only that, the Soldier Insect's limbs became thicker, and traces of gray-white death energy flowed through his joints.

Perfect fusion.

After consuming a vast amount of flesh from sky and marine creatures, the Zerg finally engraved the superior genes of their opponents into their own sequences.

Breeding generation after generation, each stronger than the last.

Ten years passed.

The Zerg population officially returned to its peak of ten million.

The Zerg King raised his dark-gold arm blades and slashed them across each other violently.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The command screech spread through the swarm network across the entire periphery of the Divine Domain.

The swarm, which had been dormant for a long time, boiled over.

The carbonized crust collapsed over a large area, and a sea of ten million insects broke through the soil.

This time, they were no longer sneaking around, and they no longer needed to rely on numbers to crush their prey to death.

They wanted a head-on confrontation.

The Zerg army split into two paths.

Five million Soldier Insects vibrated the metallic membrane wings on their backs.

Transforming into a black-gold cloud, they dove straight into the sky battlefield of heavy metal toxic clouds.

High in the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of Black Gold Blade-Feather Demon Vultures were patrolling their territory.

Seeing the swarm rising from below, the Demon Vultures let out disdainful eagle cries.

Last time was an accident; if it hadn't been for them fighting the Yacha to a mutual loss, they wouldn't have been taken advantage of by these insects.

Now that they dared to fly this high, they would see how they would deal with them.

The Demon Vulture leader folded its wings and, leading a million of its kin, dove down.

The metallic wings sliced through the air, and the sound of sonic booms was endless.

Facing the diving Demon Vulture flock, the Zerg in the air did not scatter, nor did they spray toxic miasma.

The insects hovered in mid-air and opened their mouths in unison.

The bony resonance cavities in their throats vibrated wildly.

Hum—!

Five million infrasound waves converged together, forming a visible transparent ripple wall in mid-air.

The diving Demon Vulture flock crashed headlong into this wall of infrasound.

There was no sound of physical impact.

The tens of thousands of Demon Vultures charging at the front froze in mid-air on the spot.

Their eyeballs exploded directly, and the internal organs beneath their metallic feathers turned into a pool of blood under the extremely high-frequency resonance.

The shrill screams resounded through the sky.

The formation of the Demon Vulture flock collapsed rapidly, falling to the ground like dumplings.

The Bone Blade Bat flock hiding deep in the clouds was stunned.

"Isn't this our signature move? How can these bugs crawling on the ground do it too?"

The Bone Blade Bat leader let out a sharp screech and led a million of its kin to kill their way out of the clouds.

They tried to suppress the swarm with more advanced infrasound waves.

But on the surface of the newborn-generation Zerg's carapace, a layer of gray-green sound-absorbing gel quickly emerged.

The Bone Blade Bats' infrasound waves hit it, like a clay ox entering the sea, with no reaction at all.

The swarm counterattacked.

Five million insects flapped their wings to accelerate, their back blade-feathers slicing through the sky.

They charged directly into the Bone Blade Bat flock, engaging in brutal close-quarters combat.

The insects' blade-feathers severed the bats' bone wings, and their limbs, carrying death energy, pierced through the bats' chests.

The sky overlords were beaten back step by step.

On the other side, the Styx battlefield.

The five million-strong Zerg army arrived at the shore in a mighty force.

They dove headlong into the dark red, ghostly dead water.

The river water boiled.

The underwater Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish and Oscillating Liquid Metal Crab originally wanted to repeat their old tricks, using their underwater advantage to slaughter the swarm.

But they discovered in despair that this group of newly arrived insects had death energy flowing on their carapaces that was even denser than their own.

The corrosion of the dead water was completely ineffective against the Zerg.

A Bone Fish opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth and bit the abdomen of a Soldier Insect.

The Soldier Insect did not dodge or avoid, instead using its limbs to tightly embrace the Bone Fish.

Its mouthparts opened, and highly concentrated strong acid venom was poured directly into the Bone Fish's gills.

The Bone Fish struggled frantically, its ghostly hellfire flickering violently, and finally turned into a pool of white bones under the corrosion of the strong acid.

The Liquid Metal Crab swung its giant pincers, which carried spatial collapse, to smash down.

The insects vibrated their membrane wings underwater, using the water current to accelerate, and nimbly dodged the pincer strikes.

They drilled into the gaps of the giant pincers' joints, greedily gnawing on the living metal flesh inside the Liquid Metal Crab.

The ocean overlords were similarly beaten until they were disoriented.

From the heavy casualties at the beginning to the evenly matched situation now.

The Zerg fought more fiercely and grew stronger as they fought.

The Demon Vultures and Bone Blade Bats in the sky rarely stopped their infighting.

Several Demon Vulture leaders flew in front of several other Bone Blade Bat leaders.

All the old enemies looked at each other in mid-air.

There was no communication, but a consensus was reached.

If they didn't join forces, everyone would be eaten as food by these insects.

The Liquid Metal Crabs and Bone Fish underwater also made the same decision.

Sky creatures and marine creatures formed a temporary anti-insect defense line, which was unprecedented.

The Demon Vultures held off the swarm's charge during the day, and the Bone Blade Bats conducted infrasound interference at night.

The Liquid Metal Crabs built a flesh wall on the shore, and the Bone Fish carried out blade-cutting slaughters in the shallow water area.

Relying on this method of huddling together for warmth, the sea-air coalition barely managed to curb the Zerg's large-scale expansion.

The war situation fell into an eerie stalemate.

...

The periphery of the Divine Domain was fighting fiercely.

But the Tyrant Demons in the center of the Basin were so bored they were almost growing mold.

Ever since the Tyrant King took five thousand core elites into seclusion.

The remaining seven hundred thousand-plus Tyrant Demons became completely disorganized "loafers".

They usually wandered around the basin.

When hungry, they would go to the Far North to pick up metal embryos; when bored, they would find the Calamity Fire Spirits in the volcanic craters to have group fights.

As for how those bugs and birds outside were fighting, they didn't care at all.

In the eyes of the Tyrant Demons, it was all just low-class ants pecking at each other, not even qualified to be their sparring partners.

Until one day.

In the Far North, beneath the living casting mother nest.

The Mother Nest roared, discharging a hill-high pile of high-grade metal embryos.

The carbonized rock layer underground suddenly loosened.

Dozens of small, extremely agile special mutated insects crawled out.

They opened their big mouths and swallowed a few of the largest metal embryos in one bite.

Then, without any hesitation, they turned around and drilled back into the hole, quickly sealing the passage with acid.

This was a new order issued by the Zerg King.

The flesh resources on the periphery could no longer satisfy the evolutionary needs of the Zerg army, and they had to infiltrate the Central Basin.

If they couldn't beat the Tyrant Demons, they would steal.

Half an hour later.

More than a hundred massive Titan Violent Demons arrived beneath the Mother Nest in a neat line.

They were holding large basins made of condensed liquid metal, ready to eat.

The Titan Violent Demon walking at the very front looked down at the empty ground.

It then looked at the few holes on the ground with residual acid and the stench of insects.

The Titan Violent Demon was stunned.

It rubbed its eyes and confirmed again.

The food was gone.

Someone stole my food!

"Roar!!!"

A roar of extreme anger exploded in the Far North.

The Titan Violent Demon crushed the metal basin in its hand, and tangible flames of rage spewed from its dark-gold eyes.

The hundred-plus Tyrant Demons around also reacted, each of them so angry they were beating their chests and stamping their feet.

"What kind of status do they have, daring to run into the Tyrant Demons' territory to steal food? How can this be tolerated?!"

The news quickly spread throughout the entire Tyrant Demon group.

The seven hundred thousand-plus loafer Tyrant Demons were furious.

"We usually ignore you, and you really think we're soft persimmons to be pinched?"

Without the suppression of the Tyrant King, this group of already overly energetic Tyrant Demons let themselves go.

At the edge of the basin, a massive "crusade oath-taking meeting" was held temporarily.

Tens of thousands of high-gold-tier Tyrant Demons gathered together, filled with righteous indignation.

A Titan Violent Demon with a dark red scar on its face (Scarface) walked out.

It crushed a boulder with one foot, looked around, and struck a pose with great oppressive force.

"Roar!" (Listen up, from today on, I am the new Grand Commander! Everyone follow me, trample the insect nest, and take our food back!)

As soon as the words fell, a Shadow Abyssal Demon with a slicked-back hairstyle (made of solidified liquid metal) walked out of the shadows nearby.

Slick Back sneered, its two arm blades rubbing against each other, sparks flying everywhere.

"Awooo!" (Who do you think you are? When it comes to speed and assassination, I am the strongest! This team should be led by me; I am the true King!)

"Bang!"

Another Titan Violent Demon with an exceptionally robust physique punched Slick Back directly in the face.

"Roar roar!" (What's the point of talking nonsense? Whoever has the bigger fist makes the rules! I'm going to take the position today!)

Before the expedition, the tens of thousands of Tyrant Demons almost started fighting over who would be the boss.

Finally, in order to wipe out the insects before mealtime, this group of Tyrant Demons, who refused to submit to anyone, barely reached a temporary agreement: whoever kills the most insects on the battlefield will be the new boss.

The tens of thousands-strong Tyrant Demon crusade army marched mightily toward the border of the Divine Domain.

...

At the border of the Divine Domain, the underground insect nest.

The Zerg King sensed the abnormal vibration of the ground.

He crawled out of the ground and looked into the distance with his compound eyes.

Tens of thousands of dark Tyrant Demons crushed forward like bulldozers, and wherever they passed, mountains collapsed and the crust cracked.

The Zerg King did not hesitate at all and immediately issued an order.

The ten million-strong Zerg army returned to defend, forming a watertight defensive formation.

The Tyrant Demon crusade army arrived.

Scarface charged at the very front, activating its heavy-armor form, its size expanding to twelve meters.

"Roar!"

It didn't even look at the sea of insects in front of it, simply stomping down with one foot.

Boom!

The earth trembled.

Thousands of newborn-generation Soldier Insects didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into green juice all over the ground.

The swarm counterattacked.

Countless insects sprayed high-concentration strong acid and toxic gas, and infrasound waves wove into a net.

But hitting the gold-tier Titan Violent Demons, they couldn't even break the defense of that layer of living liquid metal armor.

Slick Back turned into a shadow and rushed into the swarm.

Its arm blades were like a lawnmower, instantly cutting thousands of insects into pieces.

The insects tried to surround it with their membrane wings, but couldn't even touch its afterimage.

The tens of thousands of Tyrant Demons were like walking into an empty place in the sea of ten million insects, and it looked like they were about to flatten the entire Zerg defensive line.

The Zerg King stood in the rear, feeling the fatal danger, and prepared to go down to the field himself to delay time.

Just at this moment, a scene that made one laugh and cry happened.

Scarface crushed a Soldier Insect leader, turned around, and roared at the Tyrant Demons behind.

"Roar!" (See that! This is my strength! I've got this insect field covered; from now on, you all have to call me boss!)

Slick Back had just finished cutting a wave of insects and, hearing this, was displeased.

It flashed behind Scarface and kicked the other in the lower back.

"Awooo!" (Stop acting like a big shot! I was the one who crippled those insects first; you want to take the position just by picking up the scraps?)

Scarface stumbled and turned to glare at Slick Back.

"Roar!" (You're courting death!)

The two gold-tier Tyrant Demons started fighting right in the middle of the sea of insects.

Scarface swung its sandbag-sized fist and punched Slick Back in the chest.

Slick Back countered with two slashes on Scarface's shoulder, sparks flying everywhere.

The surrounding Tyrant Demons saw this, and thought, "How can this be allowed? The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish; I'm going to be the Grand Commander today too!"

A third Tyrant Demon joined the fray.

A fourth, a fifth...

In less than ten minutes.

The tens of thousands of Tyrant Demons who had originally come to crusade against the Zerg simply threw the insects aside.

In the encirclement of the ten million-strong swarm, they turned into a mess fighting among themselves.

Living liquid metal flew everywhere, and fist shadows and sharp blades intertwined.

The deafening roars were all lines of trash-talking and fighting for the "throne".

The insects on the periphery were stunned.

The Zerg King was also stunned.

He withdrew the order to enter the field and watched quietly as this group of brain-damaged monsters beat each other up.

This farce of internal power-grabbing lasted for a whole day and night.

The tens of thousands of Tyrant Demons fought until they were exhausted, and no one could convince anyone.

Scarface sat on the ground, bruised and swollen, and waved his hand.

"Roar..." (Stop fighting, stop fighting, this team can't be led, let's disband!)

Slick Back spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with metal and snorted coldly.

"Awooo!" (Go back to your homes, go back to your mothers, see you tomorrow at the Far North to fight for food!)

The tens of thousands of Tyrant Demons patted their butts and stood up.

Without even looking at the dumbfounded swarm around them, they walked back to the Central Basin with their arms around each other's shoulders, cursing and swearing.

Leaving behind the messy insect nest and the Zerg King, who was left in the wind.

...

"What lunatics!"

The Zerg King screeched in his heart.

But after confirming that this group of scourges had really left, a triumphant light flashed in the Zerg King's eyes.

Although this group of monsters had terrifying combat power.

They had no discipline at all and were completely a pile of loose sand fighting on their own.

As long as they didn't actively touch their bottom line, the Zerg would be absolutely safe.

The second half of the fourth century officially kicked off.

Without the devastating blows from the Tyrant Demons.

The Zerg ushered in a golden development period.

They continued to sweep the periphery of the Divine Domain, suppressing the sea-air coalition so they dared not show their heads.

Under the accumulation of massive resources.

The Zerg King's body size was compressed to the extreme, to two meters, and complex law patterns appeared on his silver-white carapace.

The Zerg King stood on a high mountain, looking down at the Zerg Empire at his feet.

Ambition swelled in his compound eyes.

He felt that, given a few more centuries, the Zerg might really be able to shake that group of brainless monsters in the Central Basin.