Chapter 122
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Chapter 122: The Blood Octopus Outer God Seems Unreliable 5/6
What happened in Valaharl was a dramatic reversal of the "Bubble World’s" nature!
A world completely devoured by chaos gradually transformed into a contested "Battleground World."
Even without delving deep into the Bubble World, the Chaos Demon God could sense such enormous changes.
For neutral "spectator factions" with no stake, witnessing a chaos-consumed Bubble World revive was truly astonishing!
It resembled watching a roasted duck regrow internal organs and fresh skin and feathers, then quack as if ready to fly off.
For forces hostile to the Chaotic Forces, this even represented an opportunity!
“Zzz… Zzz… Zzz!”
The colossal Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon swayed her lengthy tentacles, mandibles clattering continuously while her hundreds of legs trampled a spider-shaped Chaos Demon God.
The Chaos Demon God’s long, hairy limbs kept twitching, yet he’d completely lost resistance.
His head and abdomen were crushed flat.
Evidently, the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon had won this battle.
“Victory achieved, but overall disadvantage remains.”
“New allies must be sought.”
“Search meticulously. Explore thoroughly.”
Valaharl’s reversal caused massive upheaval; Chaos Energy flooded out of the Bubble World, their wails echoing through the Quagmire Universe and void.
Kettle-like shrieks agitated powerful entities.
Though sluggish, the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon couldn’t miss such commotion.
Especially since she dwelled near Valaharl.
“Monitor Valaharl closely.”
Having resolved this, the enormous Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon rustled away from the trampled Chaos Demon God and the devastated Subspace branches.
“Rustle…”
Hundreds of jointed legs carried her toward Valaharl.
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If even the dull Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon detected the signals, the Valaharl-linked Chaos Demon Gods certainly did.
“No!”
“Impossible!”
“I’m losing Valaharl!?”
“What… what’s occurring!?”
…
Previously, Ralekin would’ve instantly rebuked his panicked subordinate officials.
“As officials of the Fourteenth Seat, act according to your station!”
“Don’t panic, stay graceful!”
But now, he couldn’t scold anyone because fear gripped him!
“If I lose Valaharl…”
“If I lose the Bubble World I conquered myself…”
Ralekin held the Fourteenth Seat on the Chaos Council, and this “fourteenth” title brought him great glory and ease!
With this “fourteenth” rank, he freely used Subspace resources for his own gain, enjoying the reluctant faces of other councilors.
He also basked in the praise and loyalty of countless Seatless Ones whose power reached the “lowest rank” or neared “back-row councilor.”
The power in his hands and the fame of being admired were like an addictive drug, poisoning his heart and making him crave more.
Yet Ralekin stayed clear-headed.
He knew his “Fourteenth Seat” came only from big shots compromising, feuding, and sabotaging each other in political games.
With his current deeds—the Time of the End for Valaharl Bubble World and tending Subspace roots—he didn’t deserve such a high seat; his overall strength was average in the Chaos Council, maybe worse than Gimmerly.
Losing Valaharl, a key stronghold, would cost him everything.
Letting a sure win slip away would be deeply shameful, bringing huge disgrace to the Chaos Council.
He might even get kicked out of the Chaos Council, falling from the “Fourteenth Seat” to a “Seatless One”!
Dropping from near the “core” to nothing was too much for Ralekin to bear.
And when down, others would pile on—those Chaos Gods already angry at him for not deserving his seat would rip him apart like wolves tearing a hurt deer!
“No!”
“I must find a way.”
“First… I need to link Valaharl’s plight to the mad attacks by the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons.”
“Even if that dragon clan lacks the capability to reverse a Bubble World, I’ll make other chaos councilors believe they do!”
“Then it won’t be my fault for not trying, but the enemy being too strong!”
“If Valaharl ends up fully reversed, other councilors beaten by the dragons can’t blame me!”
“Sure, that’s just a backup plan!”
“The top priority is to take back Valaharl now! Fast!”
“Galadent! You useless fool! What are you doing!?”
“Muster all forces at once and crush that vile Outer God!”
“Also! I’ll raise a demon legion! More demon legions! Pack that world with demons!”
“But…”
A big hurdle faced Ralekin.
With Valaharl freeing its “hands,” the Crystal Walls were shrinking, Chaos Energy was being drained, and many Subspace roots were withering.
Safe paths to send troops were fading fast!
Just then…
“That… that…”
“Demon god! Demon god! Mighty demon god!”
“We know a path! We know a path!”
“We’ll let you pass! You can go!”
“Lead you! Lead you!”
The noisy voices of the blood octopus Outer God returned, their grating sounds giving Ralekin a flicker of hope.
“Oh?”
“You know the way?”
The blood octopus Outer God flapped its flesh fins like “elephant ears,” seeming thrilled.
“Yes! Yes!”
“We found it when fetching the skin! Spotted it!”
“It’s wide! It’s big! Fits those chaos bugs! Bugs can pass!”
The “chaos bugs” meant the lower demon gods called "Hell Battleships"; their Divine Bodies looked like old beasts such as the “Abominable Worm” and “Clamoring Claw Bug.”
Even without knowing the “Abominable Worm,” anyone knew a millipede.
Those Hell Battleships often resembled weird millipedes with odd horns and fins, so the blood octopus Outer God naming them “chaos bugs” made sense.
“Hmm…”
But Ralekin didn’t trust them lightly.
“Past results showed these blood octopus Outer Gods weren’t fully reliable.”
“Maybe I should have a fallback!”
“Outer Gods aren’t just from the Ether branch.”
“Don’t I have Outer Gods from the Void to hire?”
“From scraps of intel, that clumsy one couldn’t handle nimble air forces!”
