79: Chapter 79 The Berserk Race of the Vassal Race and the Cleric of the Battle Axe
The roar of the Abyssal Dragon-Armored Thunderbeast still echoed across the charred earth.
That roar, a mixture of pain and rebirth, intimidated every surviving soul on the battlefield.
Hercules had fallen.
That towering deity, that majestic mountain protecting countless vassal races, was decapitated with a single strike under the gaze of all living beings, and his godhead was treated as a trophy, casually bestowed upon a war beast.
Panic, like a Plague, spread wildly among the remnants of the coalition forces.
Having lost the protection of their deity, they became flickering candles in the wind, lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Su Chen's gaze was cold as it swept across this land of wailing and despair.
In his eyes, there was no pity, only a cold assessment of value.
"Eliminate all resistors."
In the psychic network, the command flashed by.
The next moment, the endless Zerg Swarm, like a black tide of death, submerged every figure attempting to flee or resist.
While sweeping through a stronghold named the "Battle-Axe Tribe," a small disturbance caught Su Chen's attention.
It was a fortress built upon a massive rock, with a rough style, filled with the primitive scent of blood.
At this moment, the fortress was burning.
A Minotaur deity, nearly ten meters tall, with bulging muscles, holding two flaming giant axes, was frantically hacking at the Thunderbeasts surrounding him.
His divine power was on the verge of exhaustion, and his body was covered in wounds deep enough to see bone, but that fearless, crazed drive allowed him to unleash astonishing destructive power.
Every axe strike carried the determination to perish together.
"God of Battle-Axes."
Su Chen's figure appeared in the sky above the battlefield, indifferently watching the beast below putting up a desperate last stand.
His strength was very average, and his comprehension of the laws of his divine portfolio was crudely lacking.
But that pure "Berserk" divinity was somewhat interesting.
Su Chen raised his hand and gently pressed his index finger downward.
Space stagnated.
Time froze.
All the berserk movements of that God of Battle-Axes, along with the ferocious expression on his face, were frozen in mid-air.
A pitch-black fissure opened silently at the center of his forehead, then quickly closed.
Pfft.
A soft sound.
The huge head of the God of Battle-Axes, along with the twin axes in his hands, turned into the smallest particles and dissipated into the air.
His massive headless body, still maintaining the posture of hacking, stood stiffly for a few seconds before collapsing with a crash, kicking up a sky full of dust.
A fist-sized, rhombic crystal flickering with ominous red light spun around and hovered in the air where his head had dissipated.
[Battle-Axe and Berserk divine portfolio].
Although it was only a fragmented piece, the aura of laws contained within it was full of desire for chaos and destruction.
Su Chen reached out and beckoned, and the warm red fragment landed in his palm.
His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, precisely locking onto a wretched figure in a corner who was commanding Ratman troops to clean up the battlefield.
Ratman Warlord, Baghdad.
This cunning and cowardly fellow, although he had barely promoted to the Saint rank relying on the resources of the Zerg Swarm, his weak combat power had always been his biggest shortcoming.
On increasingly high-end battlefields, he even found it difficult to protect himself.
"Baghdad."
The cold voice sounded directly in the Ratman Warlord's mind.
Baghdad shuddered, his face with long whiskers filled with a fawning smile, scrambling to Su Chen's feet and prostrating himself.
"Great Overlord! Your most humble servant Baghdad is here to listen to your instructions!"
Su Chen didn't waste words.
He flicked his finger.
The red fragment containing the Berserk divinity turned into a streak of blood-colored light, shooting precisely toward the center of Baghdad's forehead.
"Ah!"
Baghdad screamed in terror, thinking this was the Overlord's punishment for him.
However, the moment the divine portfolio fragment touched his skin, it merged directly into it and disappeared.
"This is your reward."
The cold voice sounded again.
At the same time, Su Chen moved his mind, and a massive gene bank unfolded deep in his consciousness.
The [Absolute Strength Gene] just parsed from the [godhead of strength] was too overbearing and not suitable for Baghdad.
But another secondary gene template was mobilized at this moment.
[Dragonblood Orcs gene].
This was an excellent combat gene extracted from a world destroyed by the Zerg Swarm, known for its berserk strength and resilient physique.
"Fuse."
Su Chen issued the command.
The power of the divine portfolio and the power of the genes, a dual transformation, instantly detonated within Baghdad's body!
"Aaaaah—!"
A howl so miserable that it didn't sound like it could come from a living creature burst from Baghdad's throat; the sound was simply like throwing a pig alive into a meat grinder.
"Strength! Strength! It's going to explode!!"
His body, like a balloon being blown with high-pressure gas, expanded wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His originally thin and wretched body grew taller section by section, his skin was stretched and split, and muscle fibers twisted, proliferated, and reorganized wildly!
One meter, two meters, three meters... five meters!
Until his height fixed at around five meters, did he stop growing.
Crimson, coarse, and hard bristles drilled out wildly from under his torn skin, soon covering his entire body, making him look like a furious red beast.
The most terrifying change happened to his arms.
The bones in his hands made teeth-aching cracking sounds, and then, in a structure completely contrary to biology, they protruded, mutated, and deformed outward!
Skin and flesh were stretched, bones twisted as they grew, and finally, they actually merged completely with his arms, turning into two huge, ferocious, horn-like bone axes flickering with a pale luster!
The edges of those bone axes naturally formed incredibly sharp blades, covered with eerie blood-colored patterns.
Baghdad's howling gradually turned into a roar mixed with pain and ecstasy.
He felt the berserk power surging endlessly within his body, feeling that primitive urge to tear everything in front of him to shreds.
A line of light blue data stream appeared on Su Chen's retina.
[Congratulations Overlord! Your unit 'Ratman Warlord · Baghdad' has completed evolution!]
[Current Form: Berserk Rat King (Tier 7 Epic-Tier)!]
[Traits: Bloodthirsty Berserk, Infinite Whirlwind Slash!]
A faint arc curled at the corner of Su Chen's mouth.
Very good.
From now on, the Zerg Swarm has one more fearless vanguard.
A meat grinder specifically responsible for charging into enemy formations and shredding all flesh and blood into pieces.
Just at this moment, another psychic link crossed the distant space and connected to Su Chen's consciousness.
It was the Bone Dragon Theodore.
"Overlord, I have not failed your mission."
There was a hint of undisguisable pride in Theodore's voice.
This once-proud dragon, after submitting, seemed to have found a new value for its "dragon life."
It not only demonstrated terrifying destructive power on the front battlefield but also showed astonishing talent when executing "persuade to surrender" missions.
"Speak."
Su Chen's reply was concise and to the point.
"Following your instructions, I tracked the residual energy fluctuations and discovered a surviving indigenous tribe in an abandoned mine deep underground."
Theodore's psychic fluctuations transmitted images directly into Su Chen's mind.
Deep, dark mine tunnels, with the air permeated by a mixed scent of sulfur and metal.
A group of short and sturdy creatures, but with muscles as solid as rock, were gathered together vigilantly, holding war hammers and mining picks.
They had thick, large beards, and their eyes were filled with stubbornness and obstinacy.
Black Iron Dwarves.
A race famous for forging and mining.
In the image, the massive body of the Bone Dragon Theodore blocked the only exit of the mine.
Deep blue soul fire danced in its eye sockets, and pure dragon might, like substantial pressure, shrouded the entire underground space.
Although the dwarves were stubborn, in the face of absolute death threats and that terrifying pressure originating from the life level, they finally laid down their weapons.
Their leader, an old dwarf whose beard was braided into over a dozen plaits, respectfully placed a huge war hammer symbolizing the status of the patriarch on the ground.
"They are willing to submit to you, Great Overlord."
Theodore's voice carried a hint of wanting credit.
"They possess exquisite forging craftsmanship, and even... have retained a portion of ancient mechanical engineering knowledge."
Mechanical engineering knowledge!
Su Chen's consciousness jolted.
A surge of uncontrollable joy welled up in his heart.
"Very good!"
"Theodore, well done!"
This was the first time Su Chen had so directly praised his subordinate.
"Immediately move all Black Iron Dwarves into the Divine Domain!"
"Highest priority! Ensure they are absolutely safe!"
Su Chen's command carried an indisputable decisiveness.
His mind operated rapidly at this moment, and countless plans that once only existed in his imagination suddenly became clear and feasible.
Biotechnology is the foundation of the Zerg Swarm.
But pure biological evolution ultimately has its bottlenecks.
And now, a new direction was presented before him.
"In the future, my Zerg Swarm will not only have biotechnology..."
Su Chen's gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, seeing the endless, sky-covering steel legion of the future.
"But also mechanical armor!"
"Mechanized Zerg soldiers... this concept can finally be put on the agenda."