Chapter 581

Chapter 581: The First Collision of the New and Old Systems

“This was a noisy group of small fellows.”

“They were always noisy before evolution, and still noisy after it.”

“It was just that the way they made noise… was a bit different…”

“Boom… boom… boom…”

The Saber-toothed Beautiful Nodosaurus stomped the earth with its strong legs, creating a thunderous sound.

It was herding a group of small creatures crawling on four legs, quickly moving through the muddy swamp.

According to Trilobite’s own “scale,” these small things were probably just over two meters long, but they moved like giant rats with spirit; their short legs moved frantically, charging forward.

Their short, seemingly useless tails wiggled along with their behinds.

Their lively eyes scanned around, seeming to search for the easiest path.

If there were “Mounds of Earth,” these short-legged creatures would go around; if there were “water ponds” or “streams,” they would joyfully leap in, paddling with their webbed feet, creating long “waves” in the small ponds.

Their professional swimming style left Trilobite, who could swim but was clearly just an “amateur,” far behind.

These little fellows obviously didn’t care much about the big creature behind them.

First, these clever little opportunists knew that the “big dragon” wouldn’t strike at them.

Although it was greedy, an extremely barbaric tyrant, and had the boldness to try to swallow everything in the world, it absolutely wouldn’t be tempted by their little bit of flesh.

Second…

They had more important matters to think about.

“I’m so hungry! So hungry!”

“Gah—! There’s nothing left to eat! I’m going to die!”

“I don’t want to die of hunger! What a suffocating death!”

They complained, “Gah gah.”

These little opportunists were the customers who had made deals with Trilobite—“ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type.”

Though small, the Giant God’s “Giant Jaws Mark” showed no pickiness, devouring everything no matter the size!

On each “quadrupedal Pan-Spirit Deity’s” Soul and stomach furnace, the mark kept “buzzing,” sending out strange magic waves that stirred their stomach furnaces and Souls, torturing them with a strong sense of Hunger.

This also pushed the customers…

“Pay back! Pay back! Pay back!”

In the real world, if there were such a way, many “deadbeats” might vanish completely.

But Trilobite wasn’t rushing to get them to repay.

“Hmm…”

“You’re small, so you probably won’t catch any big prey.”

“Small prey won’t be so bunched up either.”

“So, this time, I should get a good chunk of interest!”

“After all, Uncle wasn’t some demon, and my interest rates were way fairer than ‘certain loans’!”

Just as Trilobite pondered how much interest he could reap from these “leeks”…

【Your spawn is under attack!】

【Your building is under attack!】

“Damn!”

“Who’s doing this!?”

“Oh…”

Trilobite cursed loudly before remembering.

The system had mentioned that his “red tree ferns” – planted to halt the ocean’s advance – and the “bracken ferns” creating ecological diversity across the swamp and wasteland would face pushback from old forces.

Trilobite understood these “old forces” as the biosphere centered around “scalebark trees.”

They held an instinctive hostility toward foreign plants.

In normal nature, this “hostility” played out through long coexistence and ecological niche competition.

Such processes might span millennia, tens of millennia, or even entire geological eras, ending only when new species dominated key niches or got marginalized into extinction.

But in this bizarre world, “hostility” manifested through fiercer, more direct clashes.

Like now—creatures from the “old biosphere” were launching a direct assault on Trilobite’s creations!

The battlefield lay…

Trilobite moved to check the system, needing to pinpoint the attack location for reinforcement.

Yet upon opening it, he realized his effort was wasted.

“Aha! Awesome!”

“Food! This’ll cure our hunger!”

“Go! Charge!”

…

The rowdy “little opportunists” scampering ahead suddenly erupted in excitement. They yelled, surging toward a muddy pond nearby.

And the flashing red alert on Trilobite’s map?

Right over that spot!

—-

“For the Giant God!”

“Forget about us!”

“Jump! Jump now!”

“Everyone! We’ll reunite at the Giant God’s feast!”

“Blood sacrifice for the Giant God! Offerings to the divine throne!”

“Everyone! We tread upon hell!”

Warriors of the “First Paratroopers” rained down like meteors, crashing from the Ether Sea onto the seafloor.

The "Giant God’s Radiance"-class void battleship carrying them listed severely, slowly crashing downward.

Magic unleashed by Chaos Demon Gods filled every corner.

Beneath the Chosen Warriors, "Secondary Chaos Demon Gods" surfaced everywhere across the sea, spewing dense magic skyward. They slapped down incoming "Giant God’s Radiance" warships like swatting mosquitoes, one after another.

Battleships exploded mid-air, caught fire, lost power abruptly, and plunged downward.

At the final moment, brave crew members roared hoarsely, urging the Chosen Warriors to evacuate via airdrop containers.

If time ran short, they simply jumped armored.

After all, the Chosen Warriors’ "Holy Light from the Sun powered armor" would usually protect them during landing; especially with the Ether Sea below.

“Boom—!”

“Boom—!”

Thus, the Chosen Warriors of the "First Paratrooper" plunged into the Ether Sea, one after another.

Above them, fearless battleships exploded consecutively mid-air, blooming cruel yet beautiful blossoms of fire in the void.

The fallen warriors’ souls returned to the Giant God.

But the living warriors realized suffering and despair had only just begun.

The Ether Sea teemed with demons and chaotic ether beasts!

They roared, churning the waters, voraciously devouring everything in their path.

Yet these held no fear for the Chosen Warriors.

Swiftly regrouping with comrades into combat squads, wielding "Holy Light bolters" and "Holy Light chainsaw swords," they handled them effectively.

What truly overwhelmed them were the terrifying Chaos Demon Gods darting through the water!

*These* were the ones who sank void battleship after void battleship.

*He* commanded endless tides of chaotic ether beasts and demons, baring fangs as they lunged at the Chosen Warriors!

*He* furiously excavated the Primal Mud, gnawing at the Holy Tree of Giant God’s roots with terrifying "chaos fangs!"

“We must stop him!”

“Bring the God-Slaying heavy equipment!”

“Go!”

“Ah—!”

“Captain! Captain!”

“They’re charging! Ah—!”

The Soul Network echoed with Chosen Warriors’ desperate shouts.

Despite all efforts, they couldn’t reach the detestable chaos deities.

“Uh…”

“Cough cough…”

Soon, the Ether Sea was littered with broken limbs, severed arms, and mutilated Chosen Warriors missing half their bodies.

They sank to the Bottom of the Ether Sea but didn’t die.

The "slumber control membrane" and "Laryman liver"—two virtual organs shaped by "Holy Light from the Sun"—saved their lives.

Yet the Chosen Ones warriors were still in despair.

They didn’t know how to defeat those powerful deities.

"Oh great Giant God…"

"Forgive our weakness."

"But as mortals, we truly gave our all."

For mortals to face deities was already amazing.

But courage didn’t help much.

Until…

"Gah—!"

A shrill roar echoed through the Ether Sea!

A massive deity, turtle-like yet utterly different, plunged into the waters.

It stirred up a raging flood of ether, sweeping away the rampaging ether demons and chaotic ether beasts.

"Gah—ya—!"

Spotting the ether deities gnawing on roots, its eyes lit up.

"Gah—ahhhhhh—!"

An excited shriek tore from its beak as powerful four legs churned, driving it downward!

"Boom—!"

The deities’ clash began!

—-

"Tsk…"

"Wondered what that was…"

"Just little pests nibbling my red tree fern sapling’s roots…"

Trilobite tilted his head, watching tiny fish bobbing in the water ponds.

"Thought nothing from before Permian times remained."

"Didn’t expect to find living fossils."

"You are…"