69: Chapter 69: The Insect King's Four-Hundred-Year Dream? The Tyrant Awakens, Shattering Your Dream with Three Punches

In the deepest part of the underground Zerg nest, the Zerg King stood on a towering rock wall.

The fourth century was coming to an end.

Its compound eyes flashed with silver light, gazing down at the vast army of millions below.

Over these past few decades, it had been having a long and extremely inflated dream.

The Zerg were already unstoppable.

The Demon Vulture flying in the sky and the Liquid Metal Crab swimming in the water had all been beaten into retreating to their habitats, not daring to show their heads.

As for those Tyrant Demons in the Central Basin clad in black armor?

The Zerg King let out a hiss of contempt.

In the past few decades, that group of monsters, known as the strongest in the Wasteland, had come to the border eight times.

Each time, they were aggressive and earth-shaking.

But every time, as soon as they arrived at the front lines.

The few big guys leading them would inexplicably start fighting over "who is the boss."

They would fight until they were bloodied and bruised, fighting until the sky grew dark, and then dust themselves off and collectively disband to go back home.

Once or twice might be an accident, but eight times was just the way they were.

The Zerg King saw through them completely.

This group of big guys had terrifying force but were nothing more than loose sand—lacking any discipline and fighting on their own.

The Zerg were different; the Zerg had a strict hierarchy.

There was the tireless mother body, and there was it, the King who coordinated everything.

If only the Zerg were given another five hundred years.

No, one hundred years.

The Zerg King was confident that it could lead this army, which had undergone countless genetic iterations.

To trample the Central Basin and claim that towering Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree as its own.

Just as the Zerg King's ambition climbed to its peak.

"Boom!"

A dull, thunderous sound crossed hundreds of thousands of kilometers and exploded over the entire Wasteland Divine Domain.

The Zerg King's body stiffened.

It felt a pressure originating from the deepest part of its genes, one that almost crushed its soul.

The Central Basin, the Blood Abyss Sea.

The originally calm and viscous dark red seawater suddenly surged like boiling water, raising giant waves a hundred meters high.

The towering Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree shook violently.

Countless dark purple energy pollen grains fell from the canopy, surging toward the dark gold tree burl on the main trunk.

Crack.

A crack opened on the surface of the tree burl.

A sharp claw covered in pure black, filled with intricate dark gold law patterns, reached out.

The sharp claw hooked into the wooden layer and pulled outward with force.

The Tyrant stepped out of the tree burl.

Its size did not continue to expand; instead, it compressed from twenty meters to fifteen meters.

But this fifteen-meter body gave people a sense of oppression that one could not look directly at.

The clear distinction of the left half being Titan and the right half being Shadow Lurker had completely disappeared.

The liquid metal on the Tyrant's body presented a natural, dark gold fluid state.

It just stood there quietly, and the surrounding abyss spiritual energy spontaneously gathered toward it.

It stepped on the thick tree trunk, and ripples spread through the space beneath its feet.

At the same time, an unshakable gravitational field spread outward with it as the center.

"Roar—"

The Tyrant raised its head and let out a low roar.

The sound was not loud, but it ignored the barrier of distance and echoed in the ears of all Tyrant Demons.

With its awakening.

From the secluded cultivation grounds distributed at the bottom of the Blood Abyss Sea, beneath the star spirit gene monolith, tens of thousands of energy fluctuations transmitted one after another.

The fifty thousand core elites did not all wake up.

But the ten thousand or so that broke through the barrier first had already undergone a qualitative change.

Among them, over a thousand gifted elites crossed the barrier of the Gold rank and stepped into the Platinum rank stage.

The rest also walked deeper on the path of dual sequences, and law patterns also appeared on their liquid metal armor.

The Tyrant lowered its head, its dark gold vertical pupils sweeping across the entire Wasteland Divine Domain.

At a glance, it saw the arrogant and domineering Zerg on the periphery, and saw the sea-air coalition forces that had been beaten down and unable to lift their heads.

Subsequently, its gaze landed on the edge of the basin.

There, hundreds of thousands of "street hooligan" Tyrant Demons, bored out of their minds, were gathered together.

Scarface and Slick Back were still bickering.

"Roar!" ("I said it, I'm definitely going to be the boss today! Whoever isn't convinced, stand out!") Scarface stepped on a boulder and roared arrogantly.

Slick Back was just about to retort.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew across from the center of the basin.

More than ten thousand elite Tyrant Demons who had just awakened walked over expressionlessly.

They had not received orders from the Tyrant, but seeing this group of traitors taking advantage of the big brother not being home.

Treating the house rules as a joke, their anger flared up instantly.

There was no need for nonsense.

A Tyrant Demon flashed and appeared directly behind Slick Back.

A hand blade strike landed on its neck.

It was smashed into the ground on the spot, with only its head left outside.

Another Tyrant Demon walked up to Scarface.

Scarface still wanted to resist, but was grabbed by the scruff of its neck by the other party with one hand, and then a fist was raised for a session of physical correction.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The entire edge of the basin turned into a large-scale educational scene.

More than ten thousand elites chased and beat seven hundred thousand "street hooligan" Tyrant Demons all over the ground.

Screams rose one after another, and the troublemakers who originally refused to submit to anyone.

Were all beaten into fleeing in panic, obediently squatting on the ground to "sing surrender."

The Tyrant didn't even glance at this farce.

It leaped down from the demon tree.

Landing without making a sound, the Shadow Lurker law dissipated all the impact force.

It raised its head and looked toward the border of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

The bugs were jumping too high, affecting the order of the Wasteland.

It was time to give them a beating.

The Tyrant took a step.

Following behind it were only fifteen of the top elite Tyrant Demons.

The sixteen Tyrant Demons lined up in a straight line and walked toward the Zerg border.

They did not adopt any tactical encirclement, nor did they call upon their seven hundred thousand minions.

They just walked straight ahead along a direct route.

In front was a mountain peak hundreds of meters high.

The Tyrant did not detour.

It raised its right hand, fully activating the Titan gravitational field.

The fist smashed into the mountain.

Rumble!

The entire mountain peak exploded directly from the middle, with debris flying everywhere.

The Tyrant, with the fifteen elites, passed through the clouds of dust.

In front was the Nether Dead Water surrounding the Wasteland Divine Domain.

The Tyrant stepped into the water.

The Titan law drew upon the earth's veins, forcing the dead water to the sides, separating a dry passage on the riverbed.

They crossed the Nether River as if walking on flat ground.

A dozen minutes later.

The Tyrant stood at the very outer perimeter of the Zerg border.

In the underground nest, the Zerg King trembled all over.

The fear that had been suppressed for a hundred years erupted completely as these sixteen Tyrant Demons approached.

It was not reconciled!

It had planned for four hundred years; it must not bow its head at this time!

The Zerg King raised its arms, its high-frequency hiss resounding through the sky.

The ten-million-strong Zerg army burst out of the ground.

Five million Soldier Insects flew into the sky, the bony resonance chambers in their throats vibrating frantically.

Five million infrasonic waves converged, forming a transparent high wall capable of shattering the internal organs of Gold rank creatures.

The remaining five million Zerg opened their mouthparts, mixing highly concentrated strong acid with Nether Uranium toxic miasma.

Turning into a sea of death poison interwoven with green and black, pressing forward overwhelmingly.

This was the Zerg's highest defense and the source of the Zerg King's pride.

The Tyrant stopped.

The fifteen elites behind it didn't even move, just watching coldly.

The Tyrant lifted its foot and took a step forward.

The law circulating on the surface of the liquid metal contracted.

The Tyrant's body shattered the resistance of space, ignoring the resonance of the infrasonic waves.

It passed directly through that transparent wall of infrasonic waves, passing through the sky-filling sea of strong acid and poison.

The venom capable of corroding everything landed on its armor, without even leaving a white mark.

One step, spanning a distance of ten thousand meters.

The Tyrant appeared directly in front of the Zerg King.

The Zerg King's narrow compound eyes contracted sharply.

Its proud army of millions was like nothing in front of this monster.

With nowhere to retreat, the Zerg King let out a roar of unwillingness, extending arm blades from its arms.

It leaped down from the high ground, stabbing directly at the Tyrant's eyes.

The Tyrant did not dodge.

It slowly raised its right fist.

Without any fancy movements, it was just a straight punch.

Bang!

The first punch.

The fist collided with the Zerg King's arm blades.

The arm blades, which had never failed since its birth, shattered into fragments in the sky the moment they touched the opponent's fist.

The Zerg King screamed and flew backward.

The Tyrant stepped with its foot, its figure flashing to catch up.

The second punch.

The fist went from top to bottom, smashing heavily into the Zerg King's chest.

Crack.

The pure black carapace, capable of immunizing against Nether Uranium rays, shattered inch by inch under the crushing power of the Titan's extreme path force.

The Zerg King, like a falling iron ball, was smashed hard into the depths of the carbonized crust.

With it as the center, the ground collapsed into a deep pit one hundred meters in diameter.

Silver Zerg blood gushed out, and half of the Zerg King's body was smashed into meat paste.

It lay at the bottom of the pit, looking despairingly at the figure like a demon god above.

The Tyrant stood at the edge of the large pit, raising its right fist again.

Dark gold law light condensed on the fist.

The third punch did not fall.

The Tyrant just held its fist in mid-air, releasing all its pressure.

Boom!

An invisible gravitational field covered the entire Zerg nest territory.

Millions of Soldier Insects flying in the air fell to the ground with a clatter.

All the insects.

Whether they were Worker Insects or Soldier Insects.

Were all pressed tightly against the crust by this pressure, unable to even open their spiracles.

The Zerg King at the bottom of the pit woke up.

The four-hundred-year dream, in front of the Overlord's power, was shattered until not even dregs remained.

It struggled to turn its broken body over.

Burying its head deep into the soil, it let out a low, submissive whine.

The entire Zerg race bowed their heads in submission.

The Tyrant looked coldly at the Zerg King at the bottom of the pit.

There was no pride in its eyes, only a matter-of-course indifference.

It was not interested in the resources occupied by the Zerg, and even less interested in the life or death of these bugs.

It came here just to do one thing.

To tell all living things on this Wasteland.

Who is the undisputed Overlord here.

The Tyrant withdrew its fist and turned around.

The fifteen elites automatically cleared a path.

The Tyrant took a step, walking back to the Central Basin along the straight route it had come from.

Leaving the Zerg with only a back that could never be surpassed.