Chapter 563

Chapter 563: The Counterattack of the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons

"Audacious!"

"Utterly audacious!"

"These despicable wretches! How dare these weaklings persist!?"

Barbatos cursed.

"Bang—!"

"Crash—!"

Magically conjured furniture and teacups shattered under the demon god’s wrath, exploding into pure magical particles.

His entire domain rumbled and collapsed around him.

Fortunately, no attendants remained nearby this time.

Though lesser gods were mere tools to Barbatos, they weren’t as disposable as tissues.

Those unlucky messengers earlier had been accidental casualties—collateral damage when the First Demon God lost control after the Giant God’s provocation. When truly venting rage, he always dismissed his attendants first.

This time, he’d sent them elsewhere—to launch an immediate counterattack against the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons who toppled the Fantasy Tree of Subspace and dared to provoke Barbatos!

Tear them apart!

This demand…

Wasn’t excessive.

After all, Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons weren’t particularly formidable among dragonkind.

An ordinary one matched only a back-row councilor in strength; a Leader-level individual might rival a mid-tier councilor.

Even their strongest "Three Kings" merely equaled top mid-tier councilors.

No warrior in this dragon clan could challenge a core councilor, nor did they possess any deity holding "domain authority."

Against such foes, even secondary demon gods of the lowest rank could prevail through sheer numbers!

"I hope…"

"Those useless fools bring me good news!"

—-

Useless as they might be, Barbatos’s attendants were still his elite guard.

While no match for core councilors, overwhelming Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons—some only back-row councilor level, others mid-tier—was feasible.

The battlefield seemed to confirm this.

"Roar—!"

A colossal Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon grappled with a far smaller "First Demon God’s attendant."

To mortal eyes, the dragon loomed like a mountain range while the attendant resembled but a single peak.

Yet now, this "peak" dominated the entire "mountain range" despite its smaller size!

"Hiss—!"

"Pshhh—!"

Barbatos’s attendants had divine bodies like giant rats with enormous sharp teeth. They fiercely clamped onto the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon’s body with their robust fangs; though the sharp teeth didn’t pierce the incredibly sturdy magical chitin, they deeply dented the bitten area.

"Ah—!"

The Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon screamed in pain.

Barbatos’s massive paw stomped on the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon’s divine body, its terrifying claws scratching wildly with a sharp, grating "screech."

Faced with the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon’s strong magical resistance, Barbatos’s subordinate officials gave up magic. They abandoned divine dignity and elegance, resorting to the crudest, most primitive methods to fight.

Yet even then, they seemed to dominate.

"Hehe…"

"Is this all the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons can do?!"

"What did the Giant God grant you?!"

"Useless mortals?!"

The battle’s momentum made Barbatos’s attendants cocky.

The Giant God’s emphasis on mortals—and His followers’ shared focus—was well-known among chaos deities. Those outside the "Giant God Association" mocked it. To some deities, it became a joke.

But the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon disagreed.

It curved its long, massive body and sank gleaming fangs deep into a Barbatos attendant’s back!

"Fool!"

"Ugh…"

Though it grunted in pain, the Barbatos attendant stayed calm. It even sneered.

"You think your weak fangs can hurt me?!"

To nearly every deity, the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon was a "turtle"—hopeless at attacking. Beyond being tough and stalling foes by lying low, it had no real skills. This time, instead of the "turtle tactics," it bent to brawl head-on. A suicidal move.

"Your laughable teeth only pain me, barely scratching my Steel Skin."

"My fangs will soon rip through your body and snap you in half!"

"Who gave you such—"

"Ugh… cough…"

Mid-mockery, the demon god felt something wrong. His strength vanished at the crucial moment. Magic circuits jammed, blocking the power he’d used to bolster himself. His jaws weakened, loosening their grip on the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon’s tough hide.

Worst of all, an unknown force had slipped from the bite wound into his vertebrae. Now it crawled up his spine toward his head.

"What is…?"

"What spell?!"

"What’s wrong with me?!"

He mustered all his magic to clear the blockage in his circuits and shield his spine. That strange force could not reach his Soul!

—-

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Buzz—!"

Explosive guns and Holy Light chainsaw swords echoed inside the Chaos Demon God.

Warriors in heavy armor and full-face masks fought their way forward. Their foes were magic-made "demons." Unlike the noisy ones outside, these charged in silence—endless waves crashing against the Chosen Ones warriors’ line.

But the black-armored warriors were disciplined. They advanced in silent coordination. The skull-and-respirator emblem on their pauldrons marked them: Valaharl’s Death Brigade.

Valaharl was gone now, their home moved to the net path beneath the Primal Mud. Revenge burned in their chests! Hatred fueled the Holy Light Explosives and chainsaws’ roar, driving them up the deity’s vertebrae.

The Soul lay ahead!