Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 176 Immortal and Undying, Infinite Troop Production!
It felt as if I had passed through a viscous film.

The next moment, I felt my feet firmly on the ground.

The strong, pungent smell of sulfur once again filled my nostrils.

Lin Ye opened his eyes. The eerie dark red sky, the massive Doomsday Volcano that occupied half the sky, and the edge of the pitch-black void in the distance—everything was exactly the same as when he left.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Ye decided to return to the canyon where the Blood Slaughter Tribe had previously occupied.

There are also a large number of high-purity source crystals that have been selected from the underground fortresses there.

After the race template advances, the newly generated Qi energy within the body can be rapidly compressed through those source crystals to form solid Qi energy within the Qi Sea.

Once he made up his mind, Lin Ye didn't delay any longer.

The aura trembled slightly, flowing into his feet, and a tremendous power erupted instantly.

boom!
A muffled explosion erupted beneath his feet, leaving a shallow crater in the ground, and the black volcanic rock instantly turned to dust.

Lin Ye transformed into a streak of light, skimming along the rugged ground, and shot off in the direction he remembered.

The surrounding scenery was stretched out, turning into blurry patches of color that rushed backward.

The gale gathered into a sharp whistling sound in his ears, and even formed a visible white sound barrier around his body.

At this moment, his full-speed burst was approaching Mach 2, like a high-speed missile cruising on the ground.

Lin Ye could even sense that this was not his limit.

Once he has completely refined all the gaseous qi within his body, this speed will increase further.

In less than ten minutes, the familiar entrance to the volcanic canyon came into view.

However, before even getting close, Lin Ye frowned.

In addition to the smell of sulfur, there was also a strong stench of blood in the air.

At the entrance to the canyon, numerous mutilated corpses were scattered on the ground, including those of the Stone Goblin Clan and the Eight-Armed Clan.

He slowed down and plunged into the canyon.

Inside the canyon, it was a scene of utter carnage.

A war of considerable scale is breaking out.

A tribe of eight-armed people, whom Lin Ye had never seen before, was engaged in a fierce battle with another army of stone demons.

The sounds of shouts of battle and the tearing of flesh were incessant.

Severed limbs and internal organs flew everywhere, and scalding blood stained the black ground dark red.

Lin Ye instantly understood the cause and effect.

It is likely that this Eight-Armed Tribe discovered the massacre of the former Blood Slaughter Tribe and came here to plunder the remaining wealth, only to run into the Stone Ghost Tribe army, which was also there to investigate.

Lin Ye's face darkened.

When he left, he left behind a massive amount of source crystals, nearly two-thirds of which were left behind.

The house was robbed!

A murderous glint flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

That's good, saves me the trouble of looking for it myself.

In his eyes, these alien races fighting to the death were nothing more than walking experience packs and fresh puppet materials.

The next instant, Lin Ye's figure disappeared from behind the rock.

A dazzling golden wave of flames swept across the battlefield. Like a meteorite falling into a pond, he charged into the most intense center of the battle with unparalleled force.

With the Piercing Star Spear in hand, golden waves of fierce flames rose from Lin Ye's body.

Wherever Lin Ye went, death or injury was the only outcome.

Those ordinary four-armed slave soldiers and stone demons, they didn't even need him to draw his spear. Just getting within three meters of him would shatter their internal organs and render them unable to fight.

puff!
An elite member of the Eight-Armed Clan roared and swung his battle axe down, but Lin Ye didn't even look at it, simply thrusting out with his spear.

With a flash of golden light, the elite soldier was instantly pierced and blasted into countless fragments.

The slashing wind spread out and cut a large group of alien races in half.

The war, which was originally evenly matched, collapsed instantly after Lin Ye intervened.

It took less than ten seconds.

The battlefield changed from a battle between two armies to a situation where a portion of the elite troops from both armies attempted to join forces to besiege Lin Ye, while the remaining soldiers began to scatter and flee in terror.

When the last eight-armed creature that tried to escape was pinned to the canyon wall by the spear's edge, the entire battlefield returned to deathly silence.

Lin Ye shook off the blood and flesh from the spear tip. He was extremely anxious and headed straight for the entrance to the underground fortress.

Arriving in the basement, looking at the source crystal warehouse that was already half empty, his teeth itched.

Damn it!

Half of it was still taken away.

Lin Ye no longer held back and swept away all the remaining source crystals in the warehouse, regardless of size.

He stuffed Yuanjing into his mouth piece by piece, like eating candy.

A violent and pure torrent of source energy exploded within his body, and the vortex in his dantian swirled wildly, absorbing and compressing all of this energy.

Lin Ye could clearly feel that the excess gaseous qi in his body was being refined and compressed at an astonishing speed, turning into pure liquid qi, which flowed into the twelve meridians.

Meanwhile, in the center of his dantian, the solid core of his qi, which was originally only the size of a peach pit, rapidly expanded during this process.

When the last source crystal was completely devoured, the solidified aura in his dantian had expanded to nearly the size of an egg, containing a vast and boundless energy.

With a thought, Lin Ye caused the egg-sized solid aura to rapidly shrink inward, eventually stabilizing at the size of a date pit.

At the same time, the twelve meridians in his body were completely filled with golden liquid energy, flowing endlessly like twelve golden rivers.

Once he truly unlocks the P3 stage and the system modifies his attributes, even his eight extraordinary meridians will likely be filled with flowing energy.

At that time, his theoretical strength will truly be comparable to other martial artists at the peak of the Condensation Realm, based on his actual early stage of the Condensation Realm!
Your skill "Crystallization" has been upgraded to its current maximum level!

Your skill "Shadow Scale" has been upgraded to its current maximum level!

Your skill "Silk Puppet" has been upgraded to its current maximum level!

Only the [Wrathful Demon Subduer] skill is still a bit short of being fully upgraded, as it was only recently acquired.

Lin Ye walked out of the fortress, preparing to leave.

Outside the canyon, however, came a series of chaotic and heavy footsteps, as well as the unique war cries of the Eight-Armed Tribe.

He looked up and saw that the eight-armed tribesmen who had just managed to escape had returned and summoned reinforcements.

A dark mass, at least two or three hundred strong, almost the entire population had come out.

Leading the group was a massive throne made of animal bones, carried by sixteen robust elite eight-armed warriors.

On the throne sat an eight-armed chieftain, whose size far surpassed that of his kind and whose body was covered with hideous scars and totem tattoos.

It looked down at Lin Ye in the canyon with a condescending gaze.

"You are... the human who killed my brother... Kagrosh...?"

The chieftain uttered broken Daxia language, his words laced with murderous intent and cruelty.

Lin Ye then realized that the two tribes were related by blood.

He didn't answer, but just stared at the dark, murderous alien army, a deep black light flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

Amidst the horrified gazes of countless attacking eight-armed tribesmen, the fallen corpses on the blood-soaked battlefield beneath their feet twitched violently.

Immediately afterwards, under the control of a strange force, the corpses, in distorted postures, shakily stood up again!
Countless fine black filaments swam through their eye sockets.

One, ten, one hundred...

In the end, all the alien races that had died in the entire canyon were resurrected!
A massive legion, composed of nearly three hundred undead, silently gathered before Lin Ye. Judging by its size alone, it was in no way inferior to the Eight-Armed Clan army!
On the skeletal throne, the eight-armed chieftain's contempt froze instantly, replaced by incomprehensible doubt and apprehension.

Lin Ye's eyes were cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He raised his hand and pointed lightly at the Eight-Armed Clan army that was in disarray ahead.

“Kill all living things.”

"Leave no one behind."

With Lin Ye's cold command, the legion of the dead in front of him, composed of corpses, roared to the sky in unison.

Its power was extremely frightening.

boom!
The army of the dead, like a black torrent unleashed, launched a fearless charge towards the eight-armed tribe legion outside the canyon.

On the throne of bones, the eight-armed chieftain's thoughts raced.

He stared at the staggering corpses of his former enemies and kinsmen rushing towards him, momentarily at a loss for how to react.

What evil force is this!

But soon, when he saw that the legion of the dead was fighting his men and being easily killed, he felt relieved.

He still thought the human in front of him was a lich disguised as a human.

"So they were just... a bunch of... good-for-nothing cripples!"

The chief grinned, revealing a cruel smile: "You... dare to challenge me?"

In his view, these corpses controlled by strange forces posed no threat unless they were resurrected by necromancy.

His men are the tribe’s most elite warriors, each a veteran of countless battles.

This battle was completely one-sided.

War broke out.

Just as the chief had predicted, his warriors quickly displayed overwhelming fighting power after the initial shock.

Sharp battle axes and longswords easily tore apart the puppets' mangled bodies, hacking them to pieces.

The battle unfolded as a one-sided massacre.

The chieftain leaned back on the skeletal throne, too lazy to even get involved himself, simply watching with an appreciative gaze as his people tore that ridiculous legion of the dead to shreds.

However, less than a minute later, the smile on his face froze.

He discovered that the puppets that had been cut down, or even had half their bodies blown apart, were being pulled back up in an even more twisted and bizarre posture by the strange black silk, and continued to fight.

They feel no pain and are unafraid of death.

They are an army that cannot be killed!

Lin Ye, who was also observing coldly, realized that after the Silk Puppet was completely strengthened to its limit.

His puppet army now possesses the authority of the previous fungal race.

As long as the milky white core hyphae inside these puppets are not destroyed.

They can resurrect an unlimited number of times, get up from the ground, and continue fighting!
As the war dragged on...

What happened next made the chief even more horrified.

One of his elite soldiers, after killing three Stone Goblin puppets in succession, was caught off guard by an Eight-Armed Goblin puppet, and a bone knife pierced through his chest from behind.

The soldier fell unwillingly, his scalding blood staining the black soil beneath his feet.

But in the next second, to his incredulous gaze, black mycelium, invisible to the naked eye, spread out from the murderous puppet and silently burrowed into the body of the elite soldier who had just died.

The corpse twitched violently.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the eight-armed tribes, their fallen comrade staggered to his feet.

His empty eye sockets glowed with a black light identical to that of the puppets, and then he turned his blade and swung it at his former comrades.

One, two, ten...

The balance of victory began to tilt in an incredibly strange way.

For every soldier he kills, the enemy's army size increases by one.

A bone-chilling coldness shot from the eight-armed chieftain's tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He could no longer sit comfortably on the throne, and suddenly stood up, his copper bell-like eyes filled with tyranny and rage.

"Roar!"

The chieftain let out a deafening roar, grabbed a massive, ferocious axe that was three or four meters long, and leaped down from the heads of the sixteen guards carrying his palanquin, crashing into the battle like a meteorite.

He wanted to crush that insignificant human being with his own hands!
Half an hour later.

Inside the canyon, the shouts of battle had long since subsided.

The eight-armed chieftain was covered in blood, resembling a demon god crawling out of a pool of blood.

He leaned on the giant axe, its blade already dulled, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

His strength is beyond doubt, even surpassing that of Kaglosh, the chieftain of the Blood Slaughter Tribe, whom Lin Ye had previously killed in an instant.

In that half hour, he personally tore apart hundreds of puppets, leaving corpses strewn everywhere his battle axe passed.

But at this moment, he looked around and there were no more living allies around him.

The entire canyon was densely packed with corpses of all shapes and sizes.

They were once his kin, his most loyal guards...

Now, they all stared at him with those empty, cold eyes.

The ants kill the elephant.

Faced with this undead army that is impossible to kill or annihilate and that constantly devours the strength of his own forces, even someone as powerful as him will eventually run out of strength.

Lin Ye did not participate in the battle from beginning to end.

He simply stood there quietly, without even taking the initiative to establish contact or control the puppet.

"what--!!"

The chieftain let out a roar of resentment and, with his last ounce of strength, charged toward Lin Ye.

However, what awaited him was a tidal wave of his own people who turned against him with swords.

Countless blades and axes struck his body, and scalding blood gushed out.

The former king was completely overwhelmed by the army he had built.

Tens of seconds later.

The pile of corpses churned.

An incredibly imposing figure, over three meters tall, with eight arms, rose anew from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Its gruesome wounds healed rapidly under the stitching of black mycelium, and the dark mycelium shone brightly in its empty eye sockets.

The former king walked heavily to Lin Ye.

Under the watchful eyes of all the dead in the canyon, it knelt and bowed its head before Lin Ye, showing its submission.

"Roar--!"

The next moment, in the canyon, more than seven hundred undead puppets of various shapes and sizes raised their arms in unison, letting out a deafening roar.

Lin Ye's heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

He knew that the Silk Puppet skill had undergone a complete qualitative change.

The original stringent limitations, such as the decline in puppet strength, limited control distance, and inability to maintain control for extended periods, have now become insignificant.

Given enough time, theoretically, he could even turn all the alien races within the entire Nirvana Tower into his puppet army.

(End of this chapter)