Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Are Fungi Really Battling Bacteria!?

Actually, Trilobite should’ve been thankful that the "bracken fern" he planted didn’t completely block the path of the "Vast Dragon God · Small Skull Species"; They hadn’t flattened that area yet.

But the situation remained grim.

The constant "drizzle" infuriated these Giant Deities, who were used to the blazing "Fire Domain" and parched lands.

They grew downright frantic.

The delicate balance of their three magics—"primordial," "ether," and "void"—shattered completely. Their magic circuits now flooded daily with strange mixed energies, making their divine bodies feel lost.

Though still energy-rich enough to power their massive forms, this foreign magic "recipe" brought severe discomfort. The unease even jolted their dulled divine nerves, echoing through their Souls.

So their behavior turned odd.

To put it in terms Trilobite might grasp:

The weather shift threw these "Vast Dragon God · Small Skull Species" off balance—their hormones went haywire, breeding wild mood swings.

Furious minds magnify every annoyance.

Take Trilobite’s "tree." While not truly blocking their path, to these irritable "Small Skull Species," it still felt like it was "sort of in the way."

Maybe not worth crushing, but it needed scolding!

"Roar—!"

They stomped forward on colossal feet, hauling their bloated divine bodies toward the "Holy Tree of Giant God."

"Boom—!"

They leaned against it.

But didn’t ram it. Instead—

"Creak—creak—creak—!"

They started rubbing.

Like bears scratching backs on trunks or elephants sidling against trees.

This made perfect sense.

Magic imbalance within deities caused irritating—though not deadly—body troubles.

Like itching!

Rogue magic mixing with "divine particles" from the "etheric storm" birthed strange beings caught between god and non-deity.

Simply put: "demigods."

The lowest tier of deities.

Mortals later named them "Impure Spirits."

They kept growing on the skin, spawning unspeakable monsters.

These freaks sometimes even wore tiny holes into the deities’ "law substance Steel Skin," jabbing divine nerves with fierce itching.

…

In Trilobite’s terms: damp weather gave them fungal skin diseases.

Itch!

It is well known that "when someone itches, they must scratch." This universal truth holds everywhere—whether for animals or deities, none escape it.

However, most "Vast Dragon Gods," "Giant Spirit Gods," and even the Chaos Demon God faced a problem with their divine bodies—they wanted to scratch but couldn’t manage it alone.

Their body structure simply wasn’t suited for scratching themselves.

The legs of these "Small Skull Species" couldn’t even stand fully upright or lift their torsos, let alone reach up to scratch an itch.

That itchy feeling requires scratching—specifically, "pain"—to relieve it.

With their own limbs useless, the "Small Skull Species" could only rub against other things. The "World Tree" planted by Trilobite became the perfect stationary "scratcher" for these "stubborn," "foolish" deities.

Their rubbing wouldn’t have mattered much…

"Scrape… scrape… scrape…"

As the "Vast Dragon God · Small Skull Species" scraped against the tree, the strange "twisted demigods" clinging to them—warped by magic power imbalance—were shaken loose.

But the mortals newly arrived on the World Tree were in trouble.

—-

"Guhahaha—!"

"Wahahahaha—!"

A group of one-eyed giants laughed arrogantly, each sporting a single horn and a bloated, obese body.

Calling them giants…

might be wrong.

No "human" could have six stubby, thick arms. This massive "fatty" resembled a caterpillar.

Yet these creatures were far more repulsive than caterpillars…

Festering sores and oozing blisters covered their bodies, surrounded by foul-smelling mist. Every step left trails of vile slime.

Many strange mutations appeared on their bodies.

Beyond their grinning mouths, horrifying jaws of all sizes and angles often split open across their bellies.

Foul, corrosive spit and pus dripped from these maws.

Sharp, horn-like spikes sprouted everywhere—heads, backs, bellies, arms—any possible spot.

"Wahaha!"

"This place! Is ours!"

"Infect! Invade! Devour!"

"Ga—hahaha—!"

"Boom—!"

Amid mocking laughter, the "Impure Spirits" bent low, their huge, thick arms sweeping violently!

"Bang—!"

"Ah!"

"Help!"

After a deafening crash, the mortal auxiliary forces struggling to hold their ground were sent flying.

These mortals weren’t Chosen Warriors; the Giant God had granted them no gifts.

Without the "Holy Light from the Sun virtual organs" or towering frames, they could only resist supernatural foes with mortal-made weapons.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

"Holy Light from the Sun guns" spat brilliant rays—weapons that could pierce most low-level demons and even wound mid-level demons.

But against the "Impure Spirits," these guns proved barely effective.

Soon, the "Impure Spirits" shattered the mortal defensive line.

"They’re breaking through!"

"Rear positions—keep firing!"

"Front line—toss Holy Light grenades!"

"Then—!"

"All units—!"

"Fix bayonets!"

"Blood for the Giant God!"

"Skulls for the divine throne!"

"Charge—!"

The mortals roared, launching a desperate assault at the "Impure Spirits."

"Hold the line at all costs!"

Though planted by the Giant God, the World Tree stood in an "empty" realm.

If the Giant God’s spawn could occupy it, so too could the "Impure Spirits" claim it as their haven.

The mortals defended a massive facility behind them—

where gravely wounded Chosen Warriors slowly healed.

After the "War of the Root Systems," casualties had been brought here to recover.

Though gifted with potent regeneration by the Giant God, even Chosen Warriors needed time.

Two weeks minimum for a severely wounded warrior to fully mend!

During recovery, they possessed almost no ability to resist, utterly unfit for combat.

Only a handful of Chosen Warriors with intact limbs had arrived aboard a "turtle-shaped Giant God"—

the last defenders of this sanctuary.

Thus, in the Giant God’s crafted world, mortal warriors alone faced the faintly divine "Impure Spirits"!

*Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!*

Holy Light grenades exploded with bright flashes among the "Impure Spirits," their pure glow scattering poison and gloom. At each blast’s heart, revolting "meat worms" burst open, spilling pools of rancid pus!

The shards of Holy Light not only tore at their flesh but also burned their almost insignificant Souls.

The intense pain from deep within their souls ripped through the nerves of the Impure Spirits.

"Roar—!"

They flailed about in pain, letting out piercing roars.

At that moment, the mortals wearing gas masks charged in!

"Attack!"

"Pshhh—!"

The Holy Light bayonets gleamed coldly with the sacred power of the Giant God and pierced the bodies of the Impure Spirits.

"Roar—!"

The "Impure Spirits" let out painful roars.

They were angry!

These tiny beings before them dared to strike at their tall, strong forms that radiated “sacredness,” and they had actually been hurt!

"Unforgivable!"

"Die!"

"Roar—!"

They waved their massive hands!

"Boom—!"

Many mortals were sent flying, bursting into blossoms of blood mid-air.

However, the mortals still charged on, persistently striking the Impure Spirits with their “Holy Light bayonets,” making wound after wound.

With every new charge and attack, those wounds grew larger and finally merged into a wide gash!

"The moment has come!"

"Blasting team!"

"Go!"

A group of mortals carrying Holy Light grenades rushed forward.

Many were hit by the toxic gas from the Impure Spirits and fell to the ground; some were knocked away by their short, strong arms, but in the end, one or two lucky, daring, and agile fellows reached the Impure Spirits.

"Die!"

"Monster!"

They thrust the "Holy Light grenades" into the filthy wounds, ignoring their safety.

"Finally…"

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"

In the violent explosions, the Impure Spirits were torn to shreds by the “Holy Light grenades.”

And the brave mortals also vanished in the sacred light, their Souls returning to the Giant God.

The battle continued fiercely.

Originally, the mortal auxiliary army had stabilized their positions.

Until…

"Swish… Swish… Swish…"

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"

The Vast Dragon God · Small Skull Species began scratching an itch again, and the swishing sounds quickly turned into huge shakes and rumbles that rocked the whole world.

With this came…

"Wahahaha—!"

"Gahahahaha—!"

More Impure Spirits fell from the sky.

They laughed as they landed all over the mortal positions.

"No—!"

"It’s all over…"

The mortals’ hard work vanished like bubbles.

Those Impure Spirits had already charged into the "medical" facilities set up for the Chosen Ones warriors.

"Bang—!"

Their big bodies easily smashed open the temporary wooden doors.

"Uh…"

"Ah!"

The mortal warriors guarding the doors were thrown high into the air by the huge force, then crashed down hard.

They fell in despair.

Then…

"Swish…"

They landed in a strange slime.

Right away, warm and strong power wrapped around their bodies, and divine grace kept flowing in, healing their bodies poisoned by the Impure Spirits.

"Is this liquid…?"

"Is it the Giant God’s power?!"

"Thud…"

A pair of iron hands gently rested on the mortal warriors’ shoulders, lifting them up.

Tall Chosen Ones warriors stood behind them.

"That’s right!"

"This holy liquid came from the Giant God, who sleeps for now in the City of Dimensions!"

"It was the sacred liquid upon Him!"

The World Tree, planted by the Giant God, was naturally attuned to Him, and they instinctively craved the Giant God’s aura.

When the Giant God dug through the Primal Mud and hid in the City of Dimensions, the World Tree’s roots sensed it and desperately grew downward to reach their master!

The sacred slime surrounding the Giant God’s body was absorbed as nourishment and carried through the roots to every part of the World Tree, where it was stored.

The Chosen Ones warriors soaked in the "sacred" slime, restoring both their bodies and armor perfectly.

"This was His gift; it repaired us in no time!"

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"

Then, the booming sound of the Chosen Ones warriors’ iron boots echoed as thousands, even tens of thousands, got ready for battle!

"Brave warriors, you did well!"

"Now, it was our turn to bravely slay the enemies!"

"Then…"

"Vroom—!"

The Chosen Ones warriors drew their Holy Light chainsaw swords!

"Wah—ahhh—!"

The Impure Spirits still had no clue what was happening as they clawed and lunged forward.

However…

"Blood sacrifice for the Giant God!"

"Skull offerings to the divine throne!"

"Kill!"

With the battle cries of the Chosen Ones warriors, the Giant God’s sacred liquid stored in the World Tree started to boil.

The Impure Spirits screamed and backed away.

The Holy Light chainsaw swords cut through their bodies, leaving the ground covered in wriggling, filthy chunks; the Holy Light Explosive Guns blasted deadly holes one after another.

Their proud miasma was canceled out by the steam from the Giant God’s sacred liquid, making it useless.

Even if some Chosen Ones warriors were knocked down, their friends pulled them back into the Giant God’s sacred liquid, and they instantly healed. Then they roared wild battle cries and charged again!

"Ah—!"

"We were done for!"

"A bunch of monsters! Undying monsters!"

Soon, the Impure Spirits were pushed back step by step, even starting to break apart.

But at that moment…

"Ugh—!"

"Ahhh—!"

Suddenly, an angry roar echoed from "above."

The Chosen Ones warriors, rushing in to finish off the Impure Spirits, were shaken off balance.

The winning push stalled!

"Boom—!"

The World Tree shook wildly, almost falling and snapping!

"Hahahaha—!"

The Impure Spirits laughed again.

"You foolish fools!"

"We were all doomed!"

"The Vast Dragon God had grown wrathful!"