Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Prepared for One, But Two Came—How to Deal With Them!?

“When will you die, you beast?”

Trilobite had noticed that—whether from his constant evolution or not—the potency of “Flip the World Off” kept escalating.

It used to be just flipping the bird paired with a Zu’an curse: “Grandson thief.”

Now he’d directly quoted the infamous line from “Mongolian Top Lane.”

The effect proved overwhelming.

Maybe even excessively so.

“Roar—!”

“Roar—!”

After twin bellows, two Micro-Orifice Salamanders snapped.

They ditched their “safety in numbers” tactic, utterly consumed by fury.

“Thud… Thud… Thud…”

Their stubby, mismatched legs wobbled frantically as they hauled hulking frames toward Trilobite.

“Holy hell!”

“Miscalculated.”

“Prepared a feast for one table, but two showed up—how do I feed them!?”

Having gone too long without using “Flip the World Off,” Trilobite had misjudged its range and intensity.

A perfect meal had turned into a half-baked mess.

His sole stroke of luck: these two were the runts of the litter—both under five meters, dwarfed by him.

Retreat was impossible now.

Five Micro-Orifice Salamanders lurked nearby. If he showed weakness before these two, the other three might seize the opening.

They’d likely feel emboldened and swarm him.

Their comically short legs stood no chance of catching a saber-toothed Bopolong, but getting cornered would still be humiliating.

Especially with his ally Machimosaurus watching.

“Lose face?”

“Never!”

“Damn it!”

“One against two—this half-baked disaster!”

“Half-baked or not, I’ll choke it down!”

With that resolve, Trilobite stopped hesitating.

—-

“The hell!?”

“How did we rush out!?”

The two Mr. Micro-Orifice Salamanders were indeed formidable Ether Usurpers, and in Trilobite’s eyes, they were creatures from the Triassic period.

At that time, trilobites had already gone extinct in the great extinction at the end of the Permian period.

Theoretically, Micro-Orifice Salamanders had never encountered a trilobite before, so the effect of “Flip the World Off” on them was not ideal.

They quickly snapped out of it from Trilobite’s middle finger.

When the strange anger faded, the Micro-Orifice Salamanders had broken away from Pal’s main force. Though they hadn’t reached the Monster God, they were close enough.

If they turned back to the main force now, that was still possible in theory.

In that case, Trilobite would have to use “Flip the World Off” again.

However…

“What the heck.”

“They’re not much bigger than our Divine Bodies!”

“And Pal’s right behind us—reinforcements are close!”

This was true.

Trilobite had a noticeable size advantage, but facing two opponents was tough.

It resembled a lioness confronting two spotted hyenas.

Moreover, though Pal and the other two Ether Usurpers were dazed, they’d snap out of it and rush to help any second.

Unless the Monster God could instantly kill them within half a minute, they’d be powerless.

If dragged into a prolonged fight, they might fail and get swarmed!

With that thought, the two Ether Usurpers hesitated no longer.

“No time for magic at this range…”

“But…”

“Two against one—the advantage was ours!”

Brimming with confidence, the Ether Usurpers lunged forward.

Just then, the Monster God seemed to “fear” them, retreating a step.

—-

“Steady now.”

Trilobite slowly withdrew, widening the gap between the two charging Micro-Orifice Salamanders and their bewildered comrades behind.

But that was secondary.

His real plan was—“Charging needs a running start!”

“Now!”

“Roar—!”

Bopolong Trilobite surged forward again, his hundred-layered Ball Joint Armor slamming violently into the two massive Micro-Orifice Salamanders!

"Crack—!"

"Clang—!"

The brittle sound of shattering glass echoed through Trilobite’s mind.

This was the Ball Joint Armor Shield breaking apart.

Yet even as it shattered continuously, the shield absorbed tremendous impact while reflecting much force back at the attackers!

Thus…

"Roar—!"

"Ah!"

Two agonized screams rang out as the Micro-Orifice Salamanders tumbled backward.

The colossal impact rattled their souls, freezing them in place!

"Bang—!"

"Thud!"

One landed belly-up, exposing its vulnerable neck and underside; the other crashed stomach-first—luckier, but still suffering internal displacement and dazed spirit, unable to move.

Trilobite emerged unscathed.

Exactly half the Ball Joint Armor Shield—fifty layers—had shattered. The remaining half clung firmly to him as he stood rock-steady, unmoved.

With enemies disabled and himself unharmed,

this prime predator wouldn’t miss such an opening!

"Roar—!"

He charged with a bellow.

"Ahh—!"

The upturned salamander suffered first—its posture practically inviting Trilobite’s saber teeth.

Unthinkable to ignore!

"Pshhh—!"

The fangs sank effortlessly into its neck, severing arteries. Blood fountained from the ruptured vessels.

"Ghk… gurgle…"

The doomed creature choked out wet screams, legs twitching briefly before stillness claimed it.

"Next!"

Trilobite whirled toward the other salamander!

"Roar!"

Warm blood splashed the surviving one’s face, jolting it to awareness.

But clarity brought no advantage—only terror.

Before it loomed the blood-soaked maw of a god, daggered teeth gleaming crimson.

"No—!"

Fear paralyzed the salamander’s spirit, leaving only flight as an instinct.

Yet escape…

How could stubby legs dragging a belly outrun a two-legged Bopolong?

Tortoises still outpace snails.

Trilobite gave no quarter.

Two strides closed the gap.

"Thud—!"

His foot pinned the creature’s back as jaws snapped toward its skull.

"Pshhh—!"

Saber teeth punched through bone, extinguishing life instantly.

But bloodlust consumed Trilobite.

"Hiss—!"

He wrenched, twisted, and tore—

ripping the salamander’s head clean off!

"Roar—!"

Clamping the severed head in his jaws, he whipped it violently sideways!

The bloody missile traced an arc through the air before smashing into the horrified onlookers.

The slaughter took thirty seconds!