Chapter 514

Chapter 514: The Giant God’s Ultra Ultra Ultra Forbidden Spell!

Trilobite watched the "Trilobite Mantis" with its raised bottom and quickened his pace.

Whatever happened, he had to run far away.

Although Trilobite thought the plan’s chance of success was low, what if it worked? If he stood too close and got caught up in it, that would be laughable.

“I tweaked it based on the Bombardier Beetle’s setup.”

The Bombardier Beetle was a strange kind of beetle. Like many beetles, it could spray lots of corrosive liquid from its rear end.

But the Bombardier Beetle’s corrosive liquid was stronger than all its relatives.

On either side of its rear, it had two biological chambers holding different chemical substances.

One held hydrogen peroxide, and the other held phenol.

When the Bombardier Beetle felt threatened, the two chambers released the substances, mixing them in the tail’s "combustion chamber."

This mix caused a fierce chemical reaction, producing very high heat up to a hundred degrees and burning reaction liquid.

Tests showed this trick worked well.

If a mantis caught a Bombardier Beetle and got sprayed by the hot reaction liquid, it would struggle in pain, roll around, and give up the hunt.

Frogs or toads that swallowed it felt awful pain inside because of the hot liquid and spat the beetle out.

As long as the Bombardier Beetle was healthy and had enough chemicals stored, it could scare off any predator.

Trilobite copied this idea. He got similar parts from the "Evolution STEAM Store" for the "Trilobite Mantis" bugs.

"After all, I’d already magically changed the Trilobite bug into something beetle-like."

"Adding a beetle’s big move wasn’t too much."

But he didn’t give the beetle the power to spray hot liquid just to fight the Lufengosaurus directly.

The Bombardier Beetle’s burning liquid worked against small predators like mantises and frogs, and even against birds and rodents. But using it on a Lufengosaurus—bigger than an elephant—wouldn’t do much.

Just making those giants feel a little pain would be lucky. Forget about scaring them off or killing them.

—-

“What do you think the Giant God is up to?”

The Giant God’s odd moves even startled Sotiko and Valaharl, who were doing the "Corpse Sacrifice." They had just quickly killed three Mountain Types that turned to run.

The ones fleeing were naturally the scaredy-cats with less nerve, usually smaller "adult" types.

If more of them had grouped up, Sotiko and the others might have had trouble with the adults. But with two against three, plus Valaharl’s Divine Body being naturally strong against Mountain Types, the killing went smoothly.

After finishing off the three Mountain Types, the two gods spotted something amazing with their sharp "deity sight"—a mortal ship was shaking as it sailed toward the Mountain Types’ gathering spot.

This usually wouldn’t catch their eye.

Even though the "void battleship" was hundreds of meters long and seemed huge, next to Divine Bodies measured in kilometers, it was way too small—barely worth a glance.

To gods, mortals were always tiny. Maybe they were useful for deals or team-ups, but mortals could never stand a chance against gods.

This was an indisputable fact for a long time.

Facts became axioms, and axioms became Thought Marks.

Even Valaharl, who had witnessed the miracles of mortals and understood their value, was deeply affected.

Under this "Thought Mark," Sotiko and Valaharl couldn’t understand why the Giant God was running backward frantically, trying to distance itself from that "small" mortal battleship.

They couldn’t believe this tiny mortal battleship held the power to destroy or at least badly hurt the Mountain Types.

But…

“Hiss…”

A flash of hot color passed through Valaharl’s eyes.

Then…

“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”

The primordial shook, ether evaporated, and the void wailed!

The huge power was roused by the small energy from the mortal battleship; they were confused briefly before letting out scary howls and unleashing destructive force on everything in the universe into the void.

The massive energy made a deafening noise and burst with a huge glow.

“Ah—!”

“Oh my! What… what is this?!”

“The Fire Domain…”

“Is it the Fire Domain Descension?!”

Sotiko screamed in pain.

Her eyes were badly irritated; she wasn’t seriously hurt then, but the pain was unbearable.

Valaharl reacted faster, closing her eyes and turning her head just in time to avoid the bright light.

“This…

“All this was done by that mortal?!”

“How was that possible?!”

Compared to Sotiko, who rolled on the ground hurting, Valaharl could still think of other matters.

“Could it be…

“This was linked to the ‘Holy Light Smoke’ released by those ‘Giant God Domes’?!”

“But… why?!”

The rules that worked on a "mortal scale" just happened to work on the "Divine Body scale" too—something Valaharl and Sotiko had never imagined.

But they had no time to think more.

Because…

“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”

As the primordial shook violently, a wave of scorching heat like the Fire Domain Descension, along with a huge void impact, rushed at them fiercely.

"Damn it!"

Valaharl cursed and immediately clamped down on Sotiko with his jaws.

"Run!"

"Run, now!"

The two deities fled for their lives, though it carried no shame—

even the Giant God had been fleeing moments earlier.

As Sotiko ran, she glanced back, her newly restored eyes scanning the chaos behind her.

"Hiss—!"

Scorching Void Energy seared her cheeks while blistering debris pummeled her eyes and skull. Thankfully, a protective "hard membrane" shielded her divine eyes, deflecting the burning onslaught.

She witnessed the slain mature Mountain Types roasting in the inferno, their massive Divine Bodies crackling as an even more terrifying force shoved them from their original positions.

And in the distance…

"Rooooar—!"

"Aaaaagh—!"

Piercing shrieks erupted.

Several colossal Divine Bodies, engulfed in dreadful "divine fire," charged out from the descending Fire Domain, howling in agony.

Charred beyond recognition, only their hulking silhouettes hinted they were once majestic Vast Dragon Gods of the Mountain Type.

Sotiko’s eyes narrowed sharply at the sight.

She gazed afar, desperate to spot the Giant God.

Yet between the raging divine flames and billowing primordial dust, His form had vanished—as elusive as His fathomless power.

"Giant God…"

"I hope you understand…what you’ve unleashed."

Sotiko whispered, staring at the horror.

"Stop. We’re safe now."

Valaharl halted his sprint.

The blistering Void Storm had swept in and out like a tempest.

Violent void currents scattered the rampant energy, diluting it into the endless expanse.

But its victims’ suffering remained etched forever.

Trembling, she watched the Mountain Types writhe and wail, tormented to the brink of death by divine fire.

"Hah…"

"Great is the Giant God!"

"You chaos deities always claimed He’d never wield destructive magic."

"Now I see you were mistaken."

"Utterly mistaken."

"The Giant God commands supreme annihilation—yet strangely, mortals must ignite it."

"His restraint stems only from mercy toward foes."

"Look upon them…"

"I’d sooner have my neck torn by His saber teeth than endure ‘divine fire’s burn.’"

Sotiko stepped forward.

"Grant these Mountain Types a swift end."

…

This cataclysm burned not just into Sotiko and Valaharl’s memories—countless others witnessed it too.

A great upheaval began brewing within the chaos and ether.