Chapter 574

Chapter 574: Chickens Pecking at Each Other

In Trilobite’s eyes, the Plateosaurus was huge; but the Megalania wasn’t small either.

“These Megalania…

Though not exactly pumped full of steroids, they’re ridiculously oversized!”

Megalania bones were often fragmented, though relatively complete skeletons existed. Most excavated specimens measured around three meters in length.

With legs that didn’t stand upright—instead adopting an inward-turned gait like some lizards—they were commonly considered zebra-sized, if not shorter.

Yet every "Megalania" before Trilobite was enormous!

Each stretched five meters long!

All exceeded typical Megalania dimensions, rivaling rhinos in bulk.

However, their stubby legs and lizard-like semi-upright posture kept them low to the ground.

In combat, this low center of gravity—combined with thick muscles—made them hard to topple, protecting their vulnerable bellies and turning it into an advantage.

Meanwhile, the "Plateosaurus" held visual bulk and surprise-attack advantages, wielding sharp thumbs. But while seven meters long, their frames contained massive air sacs alongside lengthy necks and tails supporting their length.

Actual weight matched these five-meter "Megalania" almost pound for pound.

“Thud—!”

“Roar—!”

Plateosaurs kept slashing sharp claws across Megalania hides, leaving bloody gashes. But the Megalania retaliated!

“Roar, roar, roar—!”

They bellowed, seizing Plateosaurs with brawny forelimbs in close grapples, nullifying the claws’ reach.

Then…

“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”

These small-headed beasts planted hind legs firmly, shoving forward relentlessly in sumo-like clashes against the Plateosaurs.

Beast and dragon wrestled!

This brawling stance perfectly suited Megalania’s muscular forelimbs and compact hindquarters.

“Roar, roar, roar—!”

Plateosaurs fought back defiantly. Though forced backward step by step, they scraped Megalania with sharp-thumbed jabs.

Piercing thumbs tore through thick skin, making Megalania bleed freely.

Yet the Plateosaurs kept retreating.

Their attempts to shove Megalania away with forelimbs failed—strength fell short.

The struggle deadlocked.

Trilobite watched the absurd spectacle, shaking his head helplessly.

“Ah…

This is how herbivores fight…”

“Truly, a fight between two weaklings.”

That was natural.

The body structure of herbivores wasn’t designed for fierceness or aggression.

Their similarly large bellies and small heads evolved to gulp down vast amounts of plants, fermenting them in those round "fermentation tanks."

To achieve this, herbivores often traded agility and speed for clumsiness.

And to fend off predators, many had to rely on their sole weapon—massive size—pushing numerous species toward growing larger.

In the end, only clumsiness and brute strength remained.

When two clumsy giants clashed, there was little spectacle.

"Still, I never expected the ‘Plateosaurus’ to finish off those Megalania."

"Unrealistic."

"Whew…"

The Saber-toothed Beautiful Nodosaurus snorted through its nostrils, stepping off the corpse of the Colossal Creature Cranogryphus.

"Have you all forgotten…"

"That a pure predator still lurks here!?"

"Whew…"

Trilobite let out a deep roar.

Rolling thunder-like murmurs sliced through the rain, making "raindrops" tremble and scatter into odd watery blossoms midair!

"Thud… Thud… Thud…"

His powerful legs hammered the soggy earth, kicking up bursts of brown muddy water.

"You’re next!"

He circled behind a Megalania locked in a sumo-like tangle with the "Plateosaurus" and charged its flank!

Then…

"Rrroar!?"

The Megalania whipped around in shock, its giant jaws gaping wide before its tiny Double Eyes!

"Grrraah—!"

"Pshhh—!"

Blood sprayed out.

The Megalania collapsed without even a whimper.

One lethal strike.

Trilobite had mastered his saber teeth—they stabbed the Megalania’s windpipe like daggers.

The beast’s clumsy frame couldn’t react, especially while grappling with the "Plateosaurus."

"Good."

The saber teeth instant kill style had one advantage: it allowed for extremely efficient hunting, and the prey perished within seconds. There was no need to hold onto the prey and gnaw at its throat like modern felines or canines, nor to engage in the lengthy process of disemboweling.

“Well then, next!”

Although the smell of blood stimulated his stomach, once again tormenting his Hunger, Trilobite didn’t spare a glance at the fallen corpse.

There was still plenty of meat left.

—-

“Too strong! Too strong!”

“It was terrifying! It was terrifying!”

“Impressive! Impressive!”

The bloody smell still lingered on the battlefield.

The blood of deities flowed into one Ether Pond after another, forming blood-colored lakes.

Some four-legged little fellows wandered around the “blood-colored lake,” clucking in amazement.

They were the so-called "ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type."

These small primordial wilderness deities witnessed everything with their own eyes.

It was a tug-of-war between the newly risen "Vast Dragon Clan" and the old forces of "Vast Dragon Clan·Strong Skull," but this war was forcibly interrupted by a deity known as “Giant God.”

He charged down from the mountains formed by piles of deity corpses, using only those fang-like short tusks, and caused the “Vast Dragon God·Strong Skull” to bleed rivers.

At least five "Vast Dragon God·Strong Skull" fell beneath his short tusks.

The rest scattered and fled under the expulsion of the newly risen "Vast Dragon God," while the Giant God soon ceased his pursuit.

This wasn’t due to mercy or a lack of capability.

Instead, this massive, formidable, and greedy deity could no longer resist the temptation of the "corpse-eating rite" and began barbarically tearing into the flesh and blood of the deities, starting a savage and mysterious offering.

However, this didn’t mean that the "Vast Dragon God·Strong Skull" who escaped had any good days ahead.

They would be expelled from this territory, roaming in the desolate areas of the primordial wilderness; in the end, they would most likely sorrowfully rely on a trickle of energy in the void to survive.

In the cruel era where the Fire Domain was shrouded by ether rain clouds, their Divine Body would grow slower and duller due to a lack of energy, eventually falling into a long slumber.

The energy-deprived Divine Body would gradually "shrink," "harden," and "petrify," or it might be deeply buried under etheric liquid and Primal Mud, completely vanishing from the primordial wilderness, with no telling when they might awaken again.

Perhaps, soon, the only remnants of their existence in this world would be the bones left behind by the Giant God’s "corpse-eating rite"!

“No god was a match for him, right!?”

“They were all no match…”

……

The "ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type" chirped and chattered as they weaved through the enormous bones.

The smell of divine blood made them shudder and feel nauseous.

These small deities could sustain their Divine Bodies with energy from the void, ether, and primordial energy; the energy earned from serving other deities was merely to make themselves a bit “bigger.”

However, after witnessing the Giant God’s impressive battle, they began to make new plans.

“Can we latch onto his leg!?”

“Boom——!”

“Ouch!”

One "quadrupedal type" bumped into a “pillar” while circling the gigantic ribs.

This pillar had scales growing on it!

Clearly, this wasn’t a pillar at all…

“Uh…”

He looked up along the pillar and soon saw a colossal Divine Body, towering over him like a small mountain.

“Boom——!”

The “pillar” lifted and moved slightly back.

Soon, he found himself staring at a pair of strange eyes made of embedded and pieced-together “gems”!

Although these “gems” were colorless, they reflected the red light of the blood lake, appearing both hideous and brutal!