160: Tyrant's Gift

When Lin Feng's cold, emotionless gaze swept over the fifty Void Marauders prostrate on the ground like the scythe of the God of Death, a fear originating from the deepest part of their souls caused these fearless war machines to tremble uncontrollably.

They clearly felt that this King, who had just undergone a terrifying transformation, was fundamentally different from the King they had previously pledged allegiance to.

The Void King's majesty stemmed from pure, high-and-mighty bloodline suppression.

But the majesty of this new King before them came from the purest tyranny and madness, enough to drag all things into an endless abyss!

The surviving Blue Star powerhouses, such as Shield of Freedom, struggled to their feet, looking at the terrifying figure in the sky, like the ultimate demon god, and the group of Void monsters below, like lambs to the slaughter, all fell into a long daze.

Was this the gap between them and him?

The enemies they fought with all their might, even suffering heavy casualties, and could barely shake, had no right to even look up in front of this man.

“It turns out... our previous struggles were so ridiculous,” a Temple Knight Commander from the European continent said bitterly, mocking himself.

They finally understood that Lin Feng summoning them here was perhaps truly just to let them witness with their own eyes what true despair was, and what a King above despair was!

And Lin Feng clearly had no interest in the psychological activities of these spectators.

He slowly raised his right hand, pointing it at the fifty spoils of war below who had completely lost their will to fight.

Slaughter?

No.

That would be too easy for them.

For these mongrels who dared to invade his homeland, Lin Feng had a better method of “resource utilization.”

[Ding! You have entered Void King - Mythical Form!]

[Ding! Your professional talent, [Legion Synchronization], has been temporarily enhanced to — [Tyrant's Edict]!]

[Tyrant's Edict: You can forcibly perform an abyssal transformation on units lower than your level and harboring fear or submission towards you, turning them into Abyssal Servants who only obey your commands!]

Looking at this brand new skill prompt, filled with domineering and enslaving aura, Lin Feng's lips curled into an extremely cruel arc.

“In my name, I bestow upon you all...”

His demonic eyes, which had completely turned pure purple, suddenly narrowed!

“New life!”

“Buzz!!!”

An irresistible, purplish-black energy shockwave, containing the will of a supreme monarch, erupted and spread with Lin Feng at its center!

This shockwave had no physical destructive power.

However, when it swept over the bodies of the fifty Void Marauders below!

“Ah ah ah —!”

All the Void Marauders simultaneously let out shrill screams, countless times more painful than death!

Their bodies began to undergo the most terrifying and bizarre distortions and mutations at this moment!

On their purple crystal carapaces, Void demonic patterns, identical to those on Lin Feng's body and filled with chaotic and destructive aura, began to appear!

Their claws became longer and sharper, and raging Abyssal Flames burned upon them!

Their consciousness was being forcibly and savagely erased and rewritten by that overwhelmingly tyrannical monarch's will!

In less than ten seconds!

These fifty elite guards, originally belonging to the Void King, had completely transformed, becoming Abyssal Marauders with empty eyes and an even more sinister and tyrannical aura!

They slowly stood up from the ground, then uniformly knelt on one knee before the demon god figure in the sky, offering their eternal loyalty!

[Ding! You have successfully transformed 50 level 130 'Void Marauders'!]

[Ding! You have gained your first batch of exclusive 'Abyssal Servants'!]

[Ding! Due to the energy consumption of Tyrant's Edict, your Void King - Mythical Form has been dispelled.]

Lin Feng slowly descended from mid-air, his demonic patterned wings and demonic horns receding, returning to his cold, black-haired, black-eyed appearance.

Although the Mythical Form consumed a huge amount of energy and could not be sustained, this ability to transform defeated enemies into his own servants was simply unreasonably powerful!

After all this was done, Lin Feng finally cast his cold gaze upon the surviving Blue Star powerhouses who were completely dumbfounded.

“The war is over.”

His voice returned to its usual calm, yet it still carried an awe-inspiring majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

“Clean up the battlefield, tally the casualties.”

“Also, tell the people behind you...”

He paused, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

“From today on, Blue Star is mine to command.”

“If anyone disagrees, they are welcome to find me.”

With that, he no longer paid attention to these global powerhouses who had been scared out of their wits, taking a step and disappearing from the spot, returning to Kunlun Mountain... However, what Lin Feng didn't know was.

Just as he and the Void Legion were engaged in a world-shattering battle above Dragon Capital.

In the Mariana Trench of Blue Star, that area known as the “deepest part of the world,” where even sunlight could not reach, ten thousand meters beneath the sea.

Within an enormous underwater city, constructed from countless unknown creatures' bones and black reefs.

Inside a magnificent temple.

Countless humanoid creatures—Deep Ones—with fish-like heads, bodies covered in slippery scales, and wielding tridents, were prostrating themselves in utmost piety before a colossal statue, a hundred meters tall, covered in countless seaweeds and corals.

Suddenly!

The tightly closed stone eyes of the statue, which had been dormant for thousands of years, slowly opened!

A pair of scarlet lights, filled with chaos, madness, and endless greed, instantly illuminated the entire dark seabed!

“Great... Father God...”

“Has awakened!!!”

The leading Deep One High Priest trembled with excitement!

And the statue slowly raised its head, turning its greedy gaze towards the surface of the sea, in the direction of the eastern continent where the fires of war had just subsided.

An ancient voice, full of temptation and whispers, as if it could completely destroy one's sanity, slowly echoed in the minds of all Deep Ones.

The ancient voice was chilling.

All creatures who heard this voice involuntarily felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

“What a sweet scent of destiny...”

“That thief who stole our offerings...”

“Has finally appeared...”

[Ding! God-tier Hidden Hint: Due to you causing an overly massive fluctuation in humanitarian destiny, Dagon, Father of the Deep Sea, the subordinate god of the Old One Cthulhu, slumbering deep within the Mariana Trench, has awakened from his slumber!]