Chapter 118
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Chapter 118: If I don’t retreat now, I’ll take them down! 1/6
Magic had great power and various uses, but it was actually quite easy to interrupt.
God’s War mainly revolved around "magic suppression." The fighting resembled "electronic warfare" in modern combat; both deities unleashed their magical waves and barriers, disrupting each other’s magic formation and operation.
This battle method appeared calm, but it was extremely intense.
Invisible waves of magic clashed and suppressed in the air, and a moment’s carelessness could lead to being "struck" or "hit." At that point, the deities could not support the battles between the "mortal" and "demigod" troops.
Such magic suppression could only be accomplished by deities.
Mortals could only swiftly defeat the enemy’s "mortal" and "demigod" troops, pushing to the enemy deity’s feet to distract it.
Once distracted, forced mistakes were likely to occur.
The outcome of a magic suppression battle was then clear.
This combat rule, based on reality, had engraved a thought in mortals’ and deities’ minds—only deities could deal with deities!
But now, this rule seemed broken!
“How is this possible… this… is unreasonable…”
The Prophet Il’Feline stared blankly at the interrupted magic, watching the chaos deity roar in anger and pain, her eyes dazed.
She felt both delighted and astonished, and a bit lost.
“Tap… tap… tap…”
Then, she heard the sound of powered high heels again.
She saw the living saint Veilrite looking at her with a stern gaze.
“Ah, I’m sorry, living saint!”
Il’Feline quickly apologized.
“I-I… didn’t mean to zone out, but… but…”
Unexpectedly, Albert Drake did not scold her, nor did she place her finger on her lips.
“There’s no shame in it.”
“My feelings now are similar to yours, just a bit less so.”
“The Giant God could often achieve incredibly strong effects, even defying common sense, using unexpected tricks at low cost.”
Honestly, when the massive Divine Body of the chaos deity Obaid slowly appeared on the horizon, nearly everyone felt the battle was doomed.
A fight without deity support was hopeless and brutal.
The best end was withdrawing after some losses to keep their forces intact.
The Valaharl people, who volunteered to hold the line, were ready to face the deity with bayonets and die gloriously.
They knew the Giant God had left, but he had not abandoned them!
He was doing something bigger!
“Actually, I wondered earlier, was this the Giant God’s plan?”
“Sacrifice a few to attract and hold the chaos deity, to carry out his plan and free all of Valaharl.”
"But now it seems I was naive."
"The Giant God proved more merciful and ingenious than we imagined, utterly defying all rules!"
"These giant ‘umbrella structures’ don’t just drive away chaotic power and give life to this world—they also counter and disrupt the chaos deities’ movements!"
"At least that chaos deity can’t focus enough to hit us with strategic magic right now!"
"That’ll slash our losses!"
"Great is the Giant God!"
Though the Divine Body smashing into our defenses would still cost Valaharl and Beltan’s forces dearly, soldiers could duck into tunnels and deep trenches to dodge its blows.
Like ants hiding in ground cracks, safe from elephants.
But strategic magic? Different story.
Either overwhelming magic gathers into searing flames that scorch everything flat—turning ditches and walls into charred "glass."
Or cruel magic becomes a blizzard freezing everything above and below ground into brittle ice sculptures.
Neither deep trenches nor shallow tunnels survive such magic.
Maybe Obaid would snap out of it, ditch magic, and just wreck things with his Divine Body. Maybe the alliance would lose thousands, those wondrous "Towers of Light" reduced to rubble.
But most warriors would live to fight another day!
"Get every unit underground now!"
"If the Giant God’s plan succeeds and Valaharl’s freed, we’ll have all the greenery we want later."
"What matters is preserving our strength!"
"What!? Valaharl people refusing to pull back!?"
"Damn it, tell them the Giant God needs their useful hides for a greater cause!"
"If they don’t retreat… I’ll shoot them myself!"
…
Then—
"Roar—!"
Obaid suddenly bellowed in rage. To everyone’s shock, he ignored the Towers of Light and mortal warriors, charging the opposite way.
"What… just happened!?"
Living saint Albert Drake pondered, thoughtful.
"Hmm…"
"Perhaps the Giant God intervened again."
"Il’Feline, gather Chosen Warriors. We’re inspecting Valaharl’s underground tunnels."
"We’ll witness firsthand what grand work the Giant God’s completing!"
“Ahh… Ahh…”
“Good… so good.”
“Meat with mushrooms, so good.”
Trilobite was clamping down on a small, unremarkable Sea Scorpion in his jaws.
Beneath him lay a mushroom cushion.
“Crunch…”
The shell shattered, mixing meat juices with mushroom fluids in a fizzy reaction that sprayed into his mouth.
Savory scents bloomed across his tongue, filling Trilobite with delight.
“Biting meat and mushroom together blends their juices—makes everything tastier!”
“Hmm…”
“Could this be the first cooking?”
“Carboniferous cuisine?”
Better yet—plenty remained.
Besides the one in his jaws, a small horseshoe crab lay defeated on the ground.
Its spiky legs were torn off, tail bitten away, head severed and discarded.
As for mushrooms…
They clustered by the water—plentiful.
Trilobite had only meant to test his new “upgraded” gut with mushrooms. Who knew foraging would bring him three slabs of meat?
His new neck let him mimic crocodiles—launching an underwater ambush.
The “meats” sensed danger too late. By the time they fled, escape was impossible.
Dragging his clumsy bulk, he hauled ashore like a croc, snatching them one by one.
“Shame it was my first crocodile-style hunt… still rusty.”
“One got away.”
“No—flew off, really.”
“A tiny flying insect, that escapee.”
“No surprise my lumbering frame couldn’t catch it.”
“Doesn’t matter! Food’s food!”
As Trilobite reached for more mushrooms to pair with his horseshoe crab—
*Thud… Thud…*
Hasty footsteps pounded in the distance.
“Huh? Another visitor?”
“Hmph…”
Watching the blurry figure approach, Trilobite sneered.
“Too far to see clearly yet…”
“But it’s some hulking arthropod—probably a giant insect.”
The word “insect” ignited killing fury in his chest.
And ravenous hunger!
“It’s eyeing my mushrooms…”
“And my ground-meat!?”
“Dare steal my mushrooms!? My meat!?”
“SCRAM!”
