Chapter 615

Chapter 615: The Ingredients for Roasting Meat are Ready

Trilobite had never expected these Permian archosaurs to be so dim-witted.

His strategy was simple—create a diversion.

First, he made a loud noise. Then, using the rain curtain and "little bushes" for cover, he hid nearby before launching a silent ambush against the last one at close range!

It seemed almost too simple and straightforward, making Trilobite doubt its effectiveness.

Shaking a tree to cause commotion might work against herbivores—not to anger them, but to scare them off.

Only irritable creatures like near-sighted rhinos would attack random moving objects…

Yet Trilobite hadn’t foreseen these "Barmosaurus" charging blindly at the shaking tree like rhinos. They ran single-file: one leading, one in the middle, one trailing.

That formation was practically begging to be picked off…

Then Trilobite struck.

A swift, silent assault.

He’d mastered the saber teeth instant kill style perfectly. Pouncing sideways, he drove his saber teeth through the throat before the "Barmosaurus" could react.

The last "Barmosaurus" dropped instantly and was dragged away without a sound.

The entire kill took under twenty seconds.

"Why did this feel easier than hunting herbivores…?"

"Well, that made sense…"

Trilobite examined the "Barmosaurus" body, focusing on its head.

"Its eyes were small, vision mediocre."

Often, an animal’s sight correlates with eye-to-face proportion. Felines, for example, have big eyes that fit human aesthetics.

But those large eyes weren’t meant to charm humans.

They evolved to gather dim light at dawn and dusk.

Still, feline vision only worked well up close—beyond ten meters, everything blurred.

Likely because they’re small and hunt in bushes, making long-range sight pointless.

"Plus, their eyes sat on the sides of the head."

The saber-toothed Xuanhan Dragon was a new species, while true Xuanhan Dragons were basal Megalodon family members. Like most basal theropod dinosaurs, their binocular vision remained underdeveloped, with minimal overlap.

So while they saw distant objects, judging prey distance proved difficult.

Accurate targeting likely only worked at close range.

Later theropods—like Allosaurus superfamily and Ceratosaurus superfamily—shared this flaw. Tyrannosaurs improved it significantly, their binocular overlap nearing modern raptors’.

But the Barmosaurus…

"Had zero depth perception—worse than mine."

"And its hearing and smell seemed weaker than mine, totally drowned by the downpour."

"Invisible, inaudible, and undetectable. To be killed silently by me was only natural."

"All bark and no bite."

"Well then… next!"

—-

"Roar——!"

"Roar roar roar——!"

The last two Giant Spirit Gods neared madness.

"Grrr…"

The deep roar, like rolling thunder, kept echoing in their ears, battering their souls.

The most terrifying part of these murmurs was how they made it impossible to pinpoint the source.

It seemed to come from everywhere—front and back, above and below, left and right.

The etheric storm endlessly reflected the dreadful hum. Even the organs inside the Giant Spirit Gods shuddered with these deep divine tremors.

This planted a horrifying, absurd thought in their minds—the Giant God might be lurking within their very bodies.

Fear slowly seized their hearts. Their eyes darted anxiously while their souls ceaselessly quaked.

Just as this terror peaked, when their souls could endure no more of this crushing dread…

"…"

The deep roar ceased!

Eerie silence fell once more, broken only by the etheric storm pattering on the ground.

"Has it ended?"

"Will He… spare us?"

Their taut nerves finally loosened. Fear and panic began ebbing away.

Their nearly shattered souls started mending…

"Roar——!"

"Gah——woo——!"

Suddenly, a gaping maw burst through the curtain of rain, razor-sharp saber teeth gleaming cold.

The colossal "gemstone" eyes, washed by the etheric storm, stared down—icy and merciless.

"Huh?!"

The targeted Giant Spirit God managed only a bewildered cry before…

"Pshhh——!"

Blood sprayed and gushed!

The massive saber teeth sank deep into its neck, severing its Void Energy channels and magic circuits completely.

"Urk…"

The Giant Spirit God didn’t even have time to utter a complete wail before it perished!

"Boom——!"

Its massive head slammed onto the ground. Its eyes, filled with confusion and surprise, showed little fear—perhaps there hadn’t been time for terror yet.

"Boom——!"

A colossal foot stomped onto the fallen Giant Spirit God’s body.

The Giant God’s enormous form cast a terrifying shadow over the last survivor.

"Roar——!"

Its earlier bold confidence to challenge the opponent had vanished completely.

Nervousness, fear, relief, then intense fear again—the surviving Giant Spirit God rode an emotional rollercoaster.

Its soul crumbled under these psychological blows, its courage utterly gone.

Only one thought consumed it…

"Run!"

"Roar——!"

The survivor scrambled away wildly, no longer caring about "arrogance," the "Tyrant" title, or dead companions.

It didn’t even care which direction it fled.

Fear seized control completely, driving it forward like a headless fly in one frantic direction.

This was a full rout, where nothing retains fighting spirit.

Not even deities!

"Thud… thud… thud…"

Trilobite’s powerful hind legs hammered the ground.

Though capable of quadrupedal movement, his lizard-like nature made him faster on two legs.

In contrast, the Barmosaurus—burdened by stiff vertebrae, non-degenerated lumbar ribs, and inability to bend—moved clumsily on four limbs.

Though long-limbed, it couldn’t match a bipedal dinosaur’s speed.

Within seconds, Trilobite drew even.

"Die!"

Trilobite bellowed.

"Bang——!"

A sideways charge sent the Barmosaurus sprawling. The four-meter-long creature tumbled, its despairing eyes fixed on the ever-enlarging saber teeth!

"Pshhh——!"

Blood sprayed everywhere!

"Mm…"

Trilobite nodded, satisfied.

"Barbecue ingredients secured."